New book is open: "Qing Dynasty Transmigration: Fourth Master's Beloved Consort", welcoming new and old friends to follow.
Before transmigration, Lin Mengyao was a leftover woman ...
The Fourth Prince was slightly angry, and when Madam Nian saw his serious expression, she was terrified.
But seeing Hongfu's distressed state, she confessed truthfully: "Your Majesty, it was all my fault for accidentally causing that wet nurse's death. Hongfu has always been in poor health and has fallen ill several times. Yesterday, Hongfu was feeling unwell again, but that wet nurse didn't notice at all. I was anxious and angry, so I decided to give her a small punishment as a warning. But I didn't expect that the wet nurse was so weak; she suddenly died after only a few blows. I was terrified..."
The Fourth Prince held his breath, the cries of Hongfu echoing in his ears. He managed to say, "It was because you took the little prince to the Yuanmingyuan without permission that he was injured and has been unwell ever since. And now this has happened in your palace!"
Lady Nian cried, "I never expected such a thing to happen at the Yuanmingyuan. I was only thinking of helping the Emperor and Consort Xi. Hongfu has always wanted to see his father. I am innocent..."
Fourth Master glanced at Madam Nian impatiently and said unhappily, "What did the wet nurse do wrong? You beat her to death, angering the underworld and causing Hongfu to suffer. What's the use of crying now?"
Lady Nian tearfully pleaded, trying to soften the Fourth Prince's heart: "Your Majesty, I am also heartbroken for my son. I have already lost one child... Hongfu is my only hope and support. I cannot let anything happen to Hongfu..."
Fourth Master's heart sank. Thinking of the pain of losing her son, Lady Nian sighed and had no choice but to give up.
Seeing that the Fourth Prince was soft-hearted, Lady Nian cried even harder, pleading, "Your Majesty, I beg you, please save the young prince... If the young prince continues to burn like this, the imperial physicians have said that he will suffer from aftereffects. If anything happens to the young prince, I will not live..." As she spoke, she beat her chest and stamped her feet, crying out in despair.
The Fourth Prince strode up to the imperial physician, pointed at him, and said, "You must bring down the young prince's fever. Send him all the medicine. If anything happens to the young prince, you will be buried with him..."
Upon hearing this, the imperial physician, drenched in sweat, could only nod and turn to bustle about, taking the young prince's pulse and exclaiming in disbelief. In an instant, Yikun Palace was thrown into chaos once again.
The Fourth Prince pondered for a while, but Lady Nian was still lying on the ground sobbing. The Fourth Prince calmed down and reached out to help Lady Nian up. The maid quickly stepped forward to take her and comfort her.
Fourth Master said to Su Peisheng behind him, "Send someone to Huangjue Temple tonight to invite a master to Yikun Palace to perform a ritual for the wronged souls. Remember to be quick..."
Su Peisheng agreed and hurriedly left Yikun Palace ahead of time.
The next day, the master arrived at Yikun Palace early, set up a ritual altar, and wandered around the palace, burning talismans and sprinkling holy water to deliver the souls of the dead and cleanse them of impurities.
Lady Nian and the palace servants stood aside, watching nervously as the master muttered incantations and made strange movements. The master would sometimes close his eyes and chant incoherently towards the sky for a long time, and sometimes he would brandish a peach sword at a corner and speak sternly, while the entire Yikun Palace was shrouded in smoke.
After most of the day had passed, the master finally stopped. Madam Nian hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "Master, how is it?"
The master clasped his hands together and said to Lady Nian, "Your Highness, may you be blessed. I have already performed the rituals to release the wronged spirits from Yikun Palace. I have also thoroughly cleaned Your Highness's palace inside and out; there is absolutely nothing unclean left. The young prince will recover soon..."
Ms. Nian's legs went weak, she let out a long sigh of relief, and exclaimed with great joy, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master..."