20demayo Chapter 355: Hongli's Collapse
Chapter 355: Hongli's Collapse
"Caiyue, I am still ill. If I go there rashly, I might pass my illness on to Longyue."
"You and Caixing go pack up some of the princess's most common things and send them to Taiji Palace. Then prepare a generous gift for Concubine Lan."
"When I recover from my illness, I will go to Taiji Hall to express my gratitude."
"My Lady, your illness..."
From behind the thick curtains came the faint sound of crying.
Shen Meizhuang comforted her gently.
"Cai Xing, don't cry. Imperial Physician Zhang said that the amount of 'Beauty Drunk' I took was small, and I'll be fine after a while."
"Master, I feel that you have suffered too much. In the past, you treated Zhen with all your heart..."
Caixing's crying was interrupted by a harsh voice.
"Cai Xing, I've already told you that Long Yue is different from her. Long Yue is the Emperor's child registered under my name, and she is also your little mistress."
"Longyue is still young and innocent."
"If you transfer your dissatisfaction with the Zhen family to Longyue, this Chuxiu Palace will no longer have room for you. I will write a letter to my mother and have you expelled from the palace."
The "bang bang bang" sound of kowtows coming from inside made the emperor retract his outstretched hand.
He strode out of Chuxiu Palace in silence.
He had not expected that there would be discord between Concubine Hui and Concubine Wan. From Caixing's words, it was not difficult to see that it seemed that Concubine Wan had let someone down.
Is there not a single good person in this huge harem?
When the emperor passed by Yongshou Palace, he paused and then continued walking forward.
After a long while, the emperor, who was feeling the cold wind, gave orders in a hoarse voice.
"Su Peisheng, the people around Longyue are not serving her well. You should change the people who are taking care of her."
"The slave obeys."
Su Peisheng responded quickly.
Just now in Chuxiu Palace, he was some distance away from the thick curtains of the main hall and could only vaguely hear someone talking in the main hall, but he could not hear what they were saying specifically.
However, judging from the emperor's silence throughout the journey, he guessed that Huipin and her servant must have said something serious.
Su Peisheng, who was worried all the way, sent his master back to the Yangxin Palace, and then took the opportunity to slip away to make tea.
The master likes to drink when he is in a bad mood. During this special period, he can use tea instead of wine to relieve his sorrow.
When the emperor, who was handling memorials, saw the big teapot that Su Peisheng brought in, he immediately understood what he was thinking.
"You little slave, Hongzhan said years ago that tea is the 'Marquis of Never-Sleeping Tea'. Do you want me to deal with memorials until dawn?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. This old servant never meant that."
Su Peisheng, kneeling on the ground and apologizing, regretted his meddling just now. It would have been better for him to just bring in a cup of tea, instead of rushing forward to be scolded.
"Since you've been busy running around for me these days, I'll forgive you this time."
The emperor turned his attention to the memorial.
I haven't scolded this old guy for a while, and he actually started to guess the emperor's intentions.
When Rong'er was chatting with him, she once said that injuries in cold weather are difficult to heal, so she told this old man to remember this first.
When he makes other mistakes in the future, punish him at the same time.
"I thank you for your kindness, Master."
Su Peisheng kowtowed three times to express his gratitude, and swore in his heart that he would never act on his own and cause trouble for himself again.
"Okay, go wait outside."
The emperor frowned at what was in the memorial, and not wanting to be disturbed, he quickly waved his hand to send the person away.
"Years ago, a group of shacks housing exiled prisoners collapsed in Guanzhuang, Ningguta, causing numerous casualties. Were Zhen Yuandao and his family of three among them?"
The emperor picked up the red pen and paused on the blank space of the memorial for dozens of breaths, then wrote the reply "I have known all about it, and hope you will do your best to comfort me."
Although Zhen Yuandao made contributions in collecting evidence of Nian Gengyao's crimes and overthrowing the Tenth Prince, it was the people promoted by him who openly questioned his actions as the king at the court meeting.
Whenever the emperor thought about it, he became very angry.
Zhen Huan, who was raised by Zhen Yuandao, also has a twisted personality. She gives up her good role as Concubine Wan and insists on leaving the palace to meditate and pray for blessings.
The father and daughter of the Zhen family are exactly like two peas in a pod.
Half an hour later, Su Peisheng saw that the emperor's complexion had improved, so he tiptoed in to report.
"Your Majesty, Zhang Wuwei, who has returned from the prince's residence, requests an audience."
"Hurry up!"
"Weichen Tai..."
"Zhang Wuwei, excuse the formalities. Has the Fourth Prince recovered?"
"Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince has a high fever and has not yet woken up. However, I, along with the other imperial physicians, have examined him and changed his medication. I believe he will wake up soon."
Zhang Wuwei still doesn't understand why the Fourth Prince acted like he was possessed when he just followed orders and put in a medicine to destroy the effect of the scar-removing ointment?
The most fortunate thing is that the emperor did not hold him accountable this time.
"I'll be working hard on that side of the prince's place. If the Fourth Prince's poison hasn't been removed, just stab him unconscious."
The emperor was concerned about the energetic Hongli and directly ordered Zhang Wuwei to act according to the circumstances.
The prescriptions discussed by the imperial physicians were all different. Not long after Yu Ying'er fed the medicine to the Fourth Prince, she discovered that the fingers in her hand were trembling slightly.
She calmly placed the handkerchief she had wiped into the warm copper basin and continued to wipe the Fourth Prince's other hand.
After wiping the Fourth Prince's hands and feet, she gently pushed Li Yu, who was dozing against the pillar.
"Go back to your room and rest. I'll take care of you here, Master."
"My Lady, this is illogical. Besides, you're pregnant, so it's not convenient."
Li Yu yawned while speaking.
Yu Ying'er accidentally saw the Fourth Prince's little finger twitching more and more frequently on the bed. Her eyes rolled and she advised in a voice neither too loud nor too soft.
"We were both servants before the master. I'm familiar with these tasks and won't tire me out. You've already been up for three nights straight. Don't let the master wake up before you collapse."
"Li Yu, the master is seriously injured. Only if you are well rested can you take good care of him. If you get yourself hurt, I can't handle it alone."
"Madam Shu, if you agree, I will go and rest. Doctor Zhang warned me before he left that after the master wakes up, don't tell him about the damage to his penis, so as not to aggravate the master's injury."
Li Yu, who was worried about his master and afraid that Yu Ying'er would let the cat out of the bag, reminded her again.
"Don't worry, I know what's going on. I won't tell the master that he won't be able to..."
Yu Ying'er was grateful for Li Yu's hard work over the past few days and personally sent him to the door.
As soon as the two of them came out of the inner room, Hongli, who was lying on the bed, opened his red eyes.
Li Yu and Yu Ying'er must be lying. He just fell from the roof, how could he possibly hurt his penis?
Hongli, feeling sore all over, tried to move, but found that his right hand and right leg had no feeling at all.
An ominous premonition came over him, and he struggled to use his free left hand to touch between his legs.
What he touched was a thick layer of gauze, which made him feel like he was struck by lightning.
“What… is going on?!”
Hongli muttered to himself in despair, his voice full of despair.