The Queen Mother knew that she could not admit it, or she would die.

But she didn't realize that it was no longer a question of whether to recognize it or not.

Without waiting for her to speak, the emperor waved his hand and signaled the Jinyiwei to move the incense-mixing table away.

Fear gradually filled the Queen Mother's eyes.

What does the emperor mean by this?

"No need to prepare perfume for her anymore," the emperor said, not even glancing at the empress dowager. He pulled a small bottle from his sleeve and placed it on the table. "When she has a seizure and is about to die, feed her one pill to keep her alive."

Everyone couldn't help but gasp, and the Queen Mother looked at him in disbelief.

She had already had several attacks and those feelings were still lingering in her mind, not to mention that the time intervals between attacks had become shorter and shorter in recent days.

If there were no calming incense...

She imagined the scene and couldn't help but shudder, feeling a chill on her back.

Seeing the Emperor and Jiang Zhiyu turning to leave, the Empress Dowager no longer cared about anything else. Her teeth chattered as she squeezed out a trembling voice: "I, I have a handwritten letter from her here. As long as you let her continue to make perfume for me, I will give it to you."

The emperor paused and looked at her.

The empress dowager's eyes suddenly lit up, and so did Song Shiwei's.

At present, she can only prove her worth to the emperor by making perfume. If she stops making perfume, she will be the next in line after the empress dowager dies.

Song Shiwei stared at Jiang Zhiyu, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his body, and his eyes were full of hatred.

It's her again!

Why does she always have to go against herself? !

Originally, I should be the one who convinces the Empress Dowager today, and the Emperor should also look at me differently!

Because of Jiang Zhiyu, everything is ruined!

Why couldn't she just stay in the dark corner like she did when she was little, instead of coming out and being an eyesore?!

Song Shiwei's chest rose and fell slightly, and it was obvious that he was very angry.

No one noticed her. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the emperor's answer.

[Come on, buddy, you're not really going to agree to this, are you?]

Ask me, I'll tell you, the letter is hidden inside her pillow, and she doesn't let anyone touch it on weekdays.

The tense crowd waited for a chuckle. The Queen Mother looked at the Emperor in confusion, then heard him say, "You don't really think you're still qualified to negotiate with me, do you? Do you think my Imperial Guards are just there to eat and do nothing?"

Although compared with the juvenile fish, they do seem to be eating dry food.

But in order to avoid arousing suspicion, let's put the blame on them first.

The Queen Mother's head buzzed with a thud, her face turned ashen, and her hands were trembling slightly. It was obvious that she was extremely frightened.

No! Impossible!

I have hidden myself so well all these years, there is no way they could have discovered me!

As she thought this, she struggled to stand up and refute him, but the weight on her hands and the sound of the chains suddenly reminded her.

I had hidden very well before, and I was watching me all the time, but now I have been tortured here for several days. They have already searched all the places that should be searched. Is it really possible that they didn't find that thing?

Her face was pale. The emperor stopped looking at her and went straight into the inner room. After a while, he came out with a pillow.

As soon as she saw the pillow, the empress dowager seemed to have lost her backbone and her face turned pale. The emperor did not stop and walked straight out of the palace.

[So the emperor knows where it is! I was so scared.]

【The Imperial Guards are still useful.】

The emperor hugged the pillow: "..."

He didn't show it on his face, but he was sneering in his heart.

What's the use? He just takes the salary but his efficiency is pitifully low.

They may not be good at anything else, but they were united in begging for mercy, kneeling down and shouting slogans.

Song Shiwei stood in the hall in a daze until one of the Jinyiwei couldn't bear it anymore and reminded her to see the imperial physician. Song Shiwei then woke up from her dream and ran out in a hurry.

The Jinyiwei who reminded her also found it incredible.

Shouldn't a girl seek medical advice first in such a situation, worried about future scarring?

Why does this person need to be reminded by others before he reacts?

…

It’s not that Song Shiwei isn’t afraid, on the contrary, she is extremely scared.

But inside the temple, there were things even more terrifying than this.

It was not until they entered the Imperial Hospital that Song Shiwei asked the old doctor in a trembling voice: "Do you think the injury is serious? Will it leave a scar?"

The old doctor tutted his tongue a few times: "It's okay, it just looks scary."

Song Shiwei breathed a sigh of relief.

When I relaxed, I felt a burning gaze staring at me.

Song Shi frowned slightly and looked over, startled: "Empress Duan?"

Concubine Duan turned a deaf ear to him and just stared at Song Shiwei, which made Song Shiwei feel cold in her heart.

"Don't worry about it. She can't recognize anyone now." The old doctor treated Song Shiwei's wound. Seeing that she kept staring at Concubine Duan, he reminded her, "Don't stare. She is mentally ill now. If you keep staring at her, she will feel threatened and may do something."

As soon as the imperial physician finished speaking, there was a commotion from the other side. When several palace maids shouted, "Your Majesty, slow down," Concubine Duan had already rushed to Song Shiwei.

Song Shiwei subconsciously took a few steps back to protect her face.

"Same as me, same as me," Concubine Duan pointed at her. Everyone looked in the direction of her finger and realized that Concubine Duan was talking about the sachet on Song Shiwei's waist.

They were actually two completely different sachets, and they looked completely different no matter how you looked at them.

But since Concubine Duan's current behavior cannot be understood with normal thinking, the people around her can only go along with her.

"Change, change."

Concubine Duan took off her sachet - the more she tried to untie it, the tighter it became. Just as Concubine Duan was about to cry, the palace maid behind her came forward to help her take it off.

Concubine Duan took the sachet and placed it under Song Shiwei's eyes, then pointed at her sachet.

Song Shi frowned slightly, and the palace maid behind her looked at her with pleading eyes. She sighed, took off the sachet from her waist and put it in Concubine Duan's hands.

She had no intention of taking Concubine Duan's sachet, and Concubine Duan didn't care. She stuffed it into her arms and then ran away happily holding Song Shiwei's sachet.

The palace maids also ran after her.

Silence returned to the room. Song Shiwei continued to let the old doctor treat the wound and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with Concubine Duan..."

"The stimulation was too great, and he went crazy."

The old doctor's voice was filled with regret: "I don't know how I offended the emperor and was demoted. The most favored princess was married off in such a shabby way and was bullied by the palace maids and eunuchs. I thought that life would be better when my son returned, but in the end..."

"After their son returned, they became even more aggressive. They couldn't handle the blow and ended up like this."

"Oh, how pitiful."

The old doctor sighed.

Song Shiwei nodded, his brows and eyes showing some sadness because of the old doctor's words, and he sighed: "Alas, it's no wonder that Concubine Duan can't accept this life in heaven and on earth."