The Eighth Prince, enraged, turned the concubine bestowed upon him by the Empress Dowager into a human pig, which frightened the Empress Dowager into fainting. The matter quickly spread far and wide, and all the officials and civil servants knew about it.

Even the common people outside the palace shook their heads and sighed, wondering how the Eighth Prince, who was once noble, elegant, humble, and low-key, could have changed so drastically after getting married.

"That Eighth Prince's Consort is no pushover..."

"The Eighth Prince is confused."

People chatting idly occasionally uttered sighs of emotion.

A carriage sped by, and the bodyguard, hearing the rumors, became angry: "Your Highness, someone is slandering you behind your back! I'll go and teach them a lesson!"

"Stop right there!" Zhao Zhiyan shouted.

The guard asked in confusion, "Your Highness, the people have been kept in the dark. If Lingxi hadn't poisoned the Princess, why would you have sent her back?"

"That's enough!" Zhao Zhiyan closed his eyes. "Let's keep going."

The most urgent task is to save lives.

The imperial physicians were helpless against Xu Lingqing; her life was now hanging by a thread, and perhaps only Song Yue could save her.

The carriage stopped at the Prince of Guangjia's residence.

The guard handed over the visiting card, which the steward took and glanced at. He quickly sent someone to report back, and soon a message came from inside to welcome the person in.

Zhao Zhiyan alighted from the carriage and entered the Guangjia Prince's Mansion with practiced ease.

He used to come to this place every month, and sometimes even stay for a day or two. He was as familiar with the Guangjia Prince's Mansion as he was with the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

After half a month without being hospitalized, there have been very obvious changes.

For example, there are several pots of peonies under the eaves, blooming beautifully and elegantly. There are also several birdcages under the eaves, containing parrots with beautiful feathers, chirping and trying to talk.

The reception hall was decorated in a very warm and inviting style. The murals in front of the hall, which used to depict the four seasons, were replaced with colorful and vibrant flowers. At the head of the hall, there were also peonies in full bloom, and even the carpet on the floor was decorated with peony patterns.

Lost in thought, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Eighth Imperial Uncle!"

As if in a dream, Zhao Zhiyan turned around and stared at the figure, which slowly overlapped with the little girl in his memory.

“Little girl…”

Song Yue shrugged and smiled politely and distantly: "Eighth Imperial Uncle, I am already a wife, not some little girl anymore."

Zhao Zhiyan choked, walked closer to her, and raised his hand to touch her hair, but Song Yue took a step back, turned around, and ordered towards the door: "Prepare some tea and snacks!"

She avoided his hand.

Zhao Zhiyan was somewhat disappointed. He reluctantly withdrew his hand and instead placed it behind his back: "A-Yue..."

"Eighth Imperial Uncle, please call me Lady Song or Nephew's Wife." Song Yue's eyes flickered. Only those she approved of could call her A Yue.

It is obvious that Zhao Zhiyan is not.

"You're only married now, why are you being so distant with me?" Zhao Zhiyan teased.

Song Yue analyzed logically: "It's not that. It's just that Granny Yang has been teaching etiquette recently. After marriage, one can't be as carefree as a girl at home. After all, one has to consider the reputation of one's husband's family. It's not good to have gossip spread."

Zhao Zhiyan smiled and said, "It's rare to hear you say that. Now that you're married, you're definitely following the rules."

She smiled without saying a word.

"Lady Song," Zhao Zhiyan called out, mustering his courage, "I would like to ask you to go to the Eighth Prince's residence to rescue someone."

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Song Yue. She refused to believe that she would be completely unaware of the uproar outside!

Song Yue's gaze was frank: "Does Eighth Imperial Uncle want me to save Eighth Imperial Aunt?"

"yes."

“I’m sorry, I can’t comply.” Song Yue shook her head, somewhat stubbornly: “I have no relationship with my Eighth Imperial Aunt, and she has wronged me several times. If I can’t cure her, I won’t be able to explain myself.”

Seeing that she refused to go to the Eighth Prince's residence no matter what, Zhao Zhiyan knew that she had concerns. He sighed and suddenly changed his mind: "Where did Madam Song learn her medical skills? Does she have a master? Perhaps I can ask him myself. If her master comes out of seclusion, he might be able to help."

As expected, that was just a test!

Song Yue said, "My master is traveling all over the world and is not in the capital. As for his name, I swore when I entered the sect that I would not publicize it. Please don't make things difficult for me, Eighth Prince."

She learned her medical skills in the palace in her previous life. The emperor of Northern Chu found a divine physician to treat her brain. After the brain was treated, the divine physician took pity on her and took her as his apprentice.

My master has yet to appear in this lifetime.

Zhao Zhiyan was half-convinced.

“Eighth Imperial Uncle, there are so many capable people in the world, surely there is someone who can save Eighth Imperial Aunt. A large reward will surely be offered, there will definitely be brave men.” Song Yue advised.

In the end, Zhao Zhiyan returned empty-handed.

Numerous doctors were invited to visit Xu Lingqing, and almost everyone gave similar accounts.

"The Eighth Princess Consort has been poisoned to the lungs and internal organs. If you wish to save her, please seek out a more skilled doctor."

"The Eighth Princess Consort is dying."

Zhao Zhiyan's expression grew increasingly grim as he gazed at Xu Lingqing, who was fast asleep on the bed. His lips were deathly pale, as if he were about to leave him.

Hua Mei knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhao Zhiyan: "Your Highness, please, please don't give up on the Princess. If there is poison, there must be an antidote. Perhaps the antidote is hidden in the Empress Dowager's hands."

These words reminded Zhao Zhiyan.

"Your Highness, the Princess cannot delay any longer!" Huamei cried out.

The man gritted his teeth and shouted, "Prepare the horses!"

Ning'an Palace

The Empress Dowager was so frightened that she fell ill and never recovered. Many members of the royal family came to visit her, and at this moment, the huge palace was filled with people.

Empress Dowager Xu sat on the chaise longue, clutching a string of Buddhist prayer beads in her palm, her brows furrowed, and sighed silently.

"The Eighth Prince has gone too far!"

"They act without any restraint. I don't know if it's because they're getting old or if they've just revealed their true nature."

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