Chapter 143 A Beauty Like a Gentleman

The Dou family was thrown into chaos. The servants searched frantically for a while, but still couldn't find a trace of Dou Mingyan.

As the night passed, the ginkgo trees in the courtyard turned yellow, a chill began to rise, and Yilan Courtyard was enveloped in tranquility.

Dou Wenyi obtained a prescription from Pei Siyan, which was quite miraculous.

After having breakfast, she immersed herself in the pharmacopoeia. Cuizhi thoughtfully draped a bright red cloak with white fox fur trim over her shoulders. "It's getting so cold, Miss, you should take care of yourself. The departure of the Third Miss has worried the Master greatly."

Dou Wenyi calmly flipped through the book, her expression serene. "Don't worry, we won't have to wait too long."

Dou Mingyan's indomitable spirit always leads her to do some amazing things, so let's wait for her good news.

A section of snow-white wrist peeked out from beneath the sleeve, fingertips resting on the newly acquired prescription.

She vaguely felt that the prescription was familiar. A scene suddenly flashed through her mind: a place where mountains were covered with ginkgo trees, and she was holding a thick pharmacopoeia, reciting a prescription under the octagonal pavilion: three qian of aconite, one and a half qian of ox horn, one liang of realgar, two qian of musk, frankincense...

"Remember, three qian is the limit. Do not exceed it! After refining, take it with yellow wine!" The old man reminded him earnestly, his demeanor refined and dignified.

But these memories are neither from the previous life nor from this life. Why does seeing this prescription remind her of this memory? Has this memory always been hidden deep within her memory?

Dou Wenyi felt a sudden tightness in her chest, and a sharp pain shot through her for no apparent reason.

She had lost contact with her master, Doctor Ge, for almost a year. He used to travel all over the world and practice medicine, but he never disappeared without a trace. Where did her master go this time?

I don't know where Pei Siyan got this prescription from.

Meanwhile, a strong medicinal smell permeated the bedroom of Donggong Chaohua.

The prince, suffering from illness, lay on his bed with his eyes tightly shut in pain. His pale, cold face was devoid of color, and he was unconscious and disoriented.

Meanwhile, the imperial physicians outside were discussing the illness.

"I don't think it's necessary to prescribe this medicine anymore." The head of the Imperial Medical Academy shook his head helplessly, his face pained. "Once the Crown Prince wakes up, he can eat whatever he wants..."

Previously, they had concluded that the Crown Prince's headache was a chronic condition, and now the illness was even more severe, making it impossible to treat.

Those whom the King of Hell has ordained are beyond saving.

Another renowned healer, summoned from afar, was equally distraught. He muttered under his breath, "The prince likely has a blood clot in his skull. Even a celestial being couldn't do anything about it unless he underwent craniotomy..."

Such audacious words could only be uttered in front of his peers; he would never dare to say them in front of Emperor Muzong.

This time, I've encountered such a troublesome illness. What bad luck... This is ruining my reputation!

At this stage, seeking medical help is less effective than praying to gods and Buddhas.

He sighed softly again, "If we could find Doctor Ge, there might still be a glimmer of hope!"

They thought their voices were quiet and unnoticed, but their words had already reached Emperor Muzong's ears without being missed.

In a courtyard with three entrances, an emperor's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Emperor Muzong looked sorrowful. He abruptly put down the wine pot in his hand, his thoughts drifting away. The forged letter of treason was like a thorn stuck in his heart, impossible to get rid of.

He drove the Crown Prince to his doom!

With his slender fingers, he skillfully took out a portrait of a beautiful woman from a wooden box. The woman in the picture had delicate features and was stunningly beautiful.

Back then, she was the Prince Xian's fiancée, his sister-in-law, as pure and bright as the moon, untouchable, while he was just an unfavored and bullied sixth prince.

Wen Wan often helped him, not only driving away his bullying brothers, but also frequently bringing him medicine, books, and delicious food. She was like a ray of light in his dark life.

She was the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Wen, a woman of great wealth and honor, with a spirited and capable nature. She was both literate and skilled in martial arts, and was deeply loved by the late emperor and her grandmother. Her prestige and influence surpassed that of all the princesses. Some even said that whoever possessed Wen Wan would possess the world.

He mistakenly believed that she loved him too, so on a dark and stormy night, he forced himself on her!

That's because she will soon marry the emperor and become his sister-in-law forever. How could he be willing to do that?

With her death anniversary fast approaching, and their only son about to leave him, Emperor Muzong was heartbroken, his drunken eyes filled with regret.

A hundred years from now, how will he have the face to see her?

Emperor Muzong dragged his heavy steps into the bedroom. Since she requested to be sent to the Cold Palace, he had stood silently by her bedside for countless nights, watching her sleeping face, afraid of disturbing her.

God knows how much restraint he had to avoid pulling her into his arms!

In the dim light, he seemed to see that delicate body lying on that simple bed again. This simple courtyard was their home, always kept as it was when Wen Wan was alive, and everyone in the palace knew his taboo.

Apart from the Crown Prince, no one dares to come here.

Emperor Mu, feeling dizzy and disoriented, rubbed his eyes and blurted out, "Wanwan, has it been you who came back to see me?"

He took off his dragon robe, went straight to the bed, and in a daze, he held the woman tightly in his arms...

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The imperial physicians all left, and Chaohua Palace returned to its usual tranquility.

Chi Yan looked around, poured the bowl of Chinese medicine he had just brewed into a flowerpot, and gently twisted the tiger ornament on the sandalwood bookshelf. The entrance to a secret room immediately came into view.

He descended the stairs step by step and walked into the depths of the dark passage. Soon, his view opened up, revealing a simple study.

"Your Highness!"

Pei Siyan put down the book in her hand, looked up at him, and asked, "How did it go?"

"The imperial physicians found nothing unusual. The disguise techniques of the Divine Sword Sect are truly remarkable. Dou Mingyan was sent to the palace by Prince Rui and, under the arrangement of Consort Tan, is enjoying favor in the Cold Palace!"

Pei Siyan curled his lips and scoffed coldly.

They are truly arrogant and ignorant. The Cold Palace was a taboo subject for Emperor Muzong. They are courting death!