Chapter 30 You Must Avenge Me

As the sun set, when Gu Qingheng returned to the East Palace, he saw Yinzhu standing in front of the door.

"Where's your wife?"

Yinzhu was also surprised. She replied that she had not returned from the banquet.

Why would it take so long to go to a flower viewing banquet? Gu Qingheng turned his head towards the long river and said:

"Go to General Yongwei's Mansion."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Mingzhu's carriage stopped and Yinzhu stepped forward: "Crown Princess, you are back."

But after the curtain was opened, Zhao Mingzhu, who was sitting inside, looked pale with sweat on her temples, as if her lamp had been caught in a strong wind at night and was about to go out in the next second.

"Crown Princess? What's wrong with you?" Yinzhu felt something was wrong and asked quickly.

Yinzhu's words made Gu Qingheng come to the carriage in a few steps. Zhao Mingzhu looked up at them, stood up with difficulty and got off the carriage.

But her legs were weak to begin with, and she tripped and fell directly into Gu Qingheng's arms.

Sniffing the white sandalwood, Zhao Mingzhu clutched her wide sleeves, and whenever she looked up, she felt like she was possessed by a spirit of drama:

"...An Yun, you must avenge me."

It's like leaving a last will.

Damn it, that’s the last words!

Zhao Mingzhu had a premonition that she would most likely become the first Crown Princess in history to die from a sudden stroke.

What a pathetic way to die.

Zhao Mingzhu, a former office worker, has imagined possible ways she might die: electrocuted for stealing company electricity, bloated to death for drinking bottled water, or perhaps Ultraman fighting a monster and smashing the company and killing her along with it.

But I never thought that one might die from diarrhea due to accidentally taking laxatives.

An Yun has done a lot of harm to others!

Gu Qingheng embraced Zhao Mingzhu, who fainted as her head tilted, and carried her into the bedroom with a gloomy face.

"Ride fast to the palace and bring Judge Zhang."

Two cups of tea later, Judge Zhang was brought in by Yinzhu with only one boot hanging on his foot, even though he hadn't put on his official uniform.

"Slow down...slow down...oh my old bones are about to fall apart..."

When he arrived in front of Zhao Mingzhu's bed and saw Gu Qingheng, he hurriedly greeted him, but was stopped by him.

"See how the Crown Princess is doing."

The atmosphere in the bedroom was stagnant, and everyone held their breath spontaneously. Gu Qingheng lowered his eyes and stared at the wrist that was grabbed by the other party.

The white section was so thin that it seemed like it would break in front of him without any effort.

Judge Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was a little unsure about taking the pulse for the first time. How could this happen? Wasn't this a terminal illness?

He didn't believe it and changed his wrist. When Qiao'er saw him frowning, she thought her young lady was going to die soon, so she threw herself into Jinzhu's arms and cried. She was fine when she left in the morning, why did she become like this when she came back?

Judge Zhang withdrew his hand and, under everyone's gaze, slowly said:

"If I'm not mistaken, the Crown Princess simply ate too much croton and had diarrhea, which is why she was so exhausted that she fainted."

The stagnant atmosphere was like being pierced by a needle, and it started flowing again.

Chang He couldn't help but ask: "Could the diagnosis be wrong? Should the judge diagnose it again?"

Why would Zhao Mingzhu take laxatives? What kind of bizarre behavior is this...

Judge Zhang stood up, put on his other boot, took two deep breaths and said:

"Guard Changhe, if I had misdiagnosed diarrhea, my Nine Clans would have been wiped out long ago, and there would be no chance for me to stand here."

Changhe: ...That makes sense.

"Is this why she fainted?" Gu Qingheng couldn't help but frown.

Judge Zhang nodded and said, "Looking at the symptoms, the laxative should be strong croton powder. Your Majesty rarely moves and eats a lot, so a single dose would torment her for a long time. Your Highness, don't worry. I will leave you the prescription."

Doesn’t Zhao Mingzhu know that she has caused chaos in the Eastern Palace?

She happened to wake up at this moment.

She just wanted to get up but found that her waist was sore and weak, like noodles. She lowered her head...her feet were still there, and she was so scared that she thought she was paralyzed.

"Wow, Princess Consort, you scared me to death. Was it Miss An who fed you the croton powder? Isn't she your good friend?"

"I thought you were going to die, and I wanted to die with you."

Zhao Mingzhu looked around after hearing this. The bed was full of people. She laughed dryly.

"No, no, it was a misunderstanding. I was confused at the time. An Yun didn't mean to do it. The three of us accidentally drank her croton tea."

After she finished speaking, she realized that she seemed to be holding something. She looked down and saw that it was Gu Qingheng's sleeve. After she let go, the sleeve was wrinkled.

Looking at her masterpiece, Zhao Mingzhu felt a little embarrassed.

"I was so confused. I'm sorry."

Gu Qingheng pressed his forehead and said, "Changhe, send the judge back to the palace."

After everyone left, only Gu Qingheng and Zhao Mingzhu were left in the bedroom.

He held down the corner of his quilt, feeling rather helpless: "Now you are truly ill and need to eat porridge. Judge Zhang's prescriptions for medicines are against strong meat and fish flavors."

After hearing this, Zhao Mingzhu jumped up like a dying fish and was pressed down.

"It will be fine in two days. You can eat whatever you want then. No one will care."

Zhao Mingzhu touched her abdomen which was still cramping and could only let out a soft "ouch" before she reacted.

Gu Qingheng said this because he knew that she had been pretending to be sick before. She shrank her neck and her eyes were vague.

Fortunately, Gu Qingheng didn't mention it again.

Huaihua Lane, Zhuque Street.

Yinzhu, who had already reached the wall of the Grand Tutor's Mansion, caught the carrier pigeon, opened it and examined it... then sheathed the dagger.

Half an hour later, An Yun, who came back a little late, was supported by her maid into her yard. She called out with every step she took.

"What's wrong, Miss, do you still have abdominal pain?"

An Yun's legs and feet felt weak, and she said hollowly, "No, I just wanted to scream a few times."

If she screams like this in normal times, people would say she is possessed by a ghost.

When they reached the door, the maid pushed it open with one hand, and her mouth opened wide when she saw the scene inside out of the corner of her eye.

"Miss, something bad has happened. Miss, something bad has happened!"

An Yun was exhausted. She was indeed not feeling well, but there was no need to remind her all the time.

"I know, I know, no need to say more, just take me in and let me lie down."

The maid pushed the door open completely and said hurriedly, "Miss, it's not you who's unwell, it's our room that's unwell."

What is that? An Yun frowned and stood on tiptoe to look inside. Just one glance and her eyes instantly widened like copper bells and her waist collapsed. Something was wrong.

An Yun rubbed her eyes and called out several times, her voice rising and falling.

"Ah! Who is it! It was that daring thief who did it!"

Her luxurious room, her golden dressing table, and her huge jade bed!

Only a few bare walls were left in front of me. The thief had even stolen the carved windows. A gust of wind blew over.

“It’s so cool.”

An Yun rolled her eyes and fainted.