Zhao Zhiyan stepped forward subtly: "Any results?"
Xu Lingqing feigned surprise and shook her head. She couldn't contact her master at all, and at this critical moment, she didn't know where her master had gone.
This is driving me crazy!
"Lingqing." Zhao Zhiyan picked out the few aconite plants that had just been mixed in and put them aside: "Researching the antidote is not something that can be done in a short time. Don't lose your composure."
Upon seeing this, Xu Lingqing's face turned pale instantly, realizing that she had just given herself away.
Over the years, her foundation has been weak. She only learned pulse diagnosis and how to administer poison from her master, but neglected the most basic skill of identifying herbs.
She only remembered the names of the herbs, so she wrote them all down and had her maid pick them out to mix into the antidote.
Aconite and white aconite look very similar, but their medicinal effects are different.
The order form said two qian of white aconite was needed. The maid had mixed the two herbs in, and not only did she not notice, she also took the wrong medicine herself.
"Look at me..." Xu Lingqing swayed and forced a weak smile at Zhao Zhiyan: "I was worried about Mother's health and was careless for a moment."
Zhao Zhiyan helped her up, saying, "Take a rest."
"No, Mother's body can't wait any longer. How can I bear to see her in so much pain?" Xu Lingqing gritted her teeth and insisted on comparing the medicinal herbs.
Zhao Zhiyan felt increasingly distressed.
Suddenly, a figure flashed into his mind. The young girl was decisive and skilled in medicine; perhaps she had a solution too.
But he quickly rejected it.
Lingqing has been busy for a whole day and night. If Song Yue were to come and help, wouldn't that be a slap in the face for Lingqing? Wouldn't it be a questioning of her abilities?
Just as Zhao Zhiyan was pondering, the heart-wrenching screams of Consort Rou came from inside the room again. His expression changed slightly, and he got up and walked to the back.
Xu Lingqing's heart skipped a beat. She gave Huamei a look, and Huamei said anxiously, "Your Highness, I have inquired from many sources, but the news has vanished without a trace."
She rubbed her temples.
For a moment, I was at a loss.
"Your Highness, I think the poison of the Imperial Concubine Tai may not be curable in a short time. Why don't we let Song Yue try? If she can't cure her, she will be responsible for the death of the Imperial Concubine Tai, and we can punish her. If she can cure her, we can frame Song Yue for having the antidote and take her down in the process," Hua Mei said in a low voice.
Xu Lingqing's eyes lit up.
Without her master's help, she would have no way to develop the antidote ratio. If she gave it to He by mistake and someone died, how would she explain it to Zhao Zhiyan?
"What you said makes perfect sense!"
If she were to say that she needed Song Yue to cure the poison, wouldn't that imply that she was inferior to Song Yue?
That would definitely be looked down upon by Zhao Zhiyan.
Xu Lingqing gave Huamei a wink, and Huamei understood. Taking advantage of the moment when Xu Lingqing was serving the medicine, Huamei gave her a hard push.
"Snap!"
The medicine jar broke.
The medicine spilled all over the ground. Xu Lingqing's palm fell onto the scalding hot medicine and was instantly burned red. She endured the pain and bent down to pick up the dregs from the ground.
"Your Highness, your health is already weak, and you've been working for so long. You can't hold on any longer. Please rest," Huamei cried out.
Xu Lingqing shook her head: "No, no, I can definitely withstand the antidote."
Her hands were red and swollen, which looked frightening. She was about to stand up when she swayed again. If Huamei hadn't reached out to support her, she would have almost fallen.
After dealing with the mess inside, Zhao Zhiyan looked at the chaos outside and his eyelids twitched violently. He quickly went to Xu Lingqing and, seeing the burns on her hands, said with heartache, "Go back and rest first. I'll go find Lady Song."
"No!" Xu Lingqing feigned anxiety: "Song Yue is cunning and may not be willing to help."
“In the Eighth Prince’s mansion, she has no choice but to obey.” Zhao Zhiyan ordered someone to send Xu Lingqing back to rest, and then went to the Mantang Courtyard himself.
Under a pear tree, Song Yue sat in a wicker chair, holding a book in one hand and a teacup in the other, looking serene and beautiful, like a painting.
"Madam Song".
Hearing the sound, Song Yue raised her head, slowly put down her teacup, and squinted her eyes: "Why is Eighth Imperial Uncle here?"
“My mother has been poisoned by Sleeping Beauty. I request that you go to the front hall to take a look,” Zhao Zhiyan said.
Song Yue hesitated for a moment but did not refute, and stood up to follow.
The two arrived at the courtyard, where there were remnants and herbs scattered everywhere. When Song Yue entered, Consort Rou had just fallen asleep after being disturbed. After feeling her pulse, Song Yue frowned and said, "She has been poisoned for more than two days, but it's not too late yet."
"Two days?" Zhao Zhiyan frowned.
Song Yue nodded: "Didn't the imperial physician tell you?"
The man was speechless.
He didn't even call the imperial physician. Lingqing took her pulse on her own. He had someone stuff a handkerchief into Consort Rou's mouth and tie her hands and feet so that she wouldn't do anything to harm herself.
That's all.
Song Yue took the prescription and glanced at it, then frowned again: "This prescription is excellent, so why is it having no effect on Consort Rou?"
The man choked up again, then coughed lightly twice, pressing his fist to his lips: "Madam Song, is there any way?"
"Yes!" Song Yue didn't hesitate and got up to walk outside, first checking the medicine pots and various medicinal herbs.
He took out one of the stacks and glanced at it: "Which doctor prepared this? I can't even tell the difference between aconite and white aconite, nor between akebia and akebia. Luckily, the Imperial Concubine Tai didn't drink it, otherwise even a celestial being couldn't save her."
Song Yue quickly grabbed the medicinal herbs, precisely measured the amount, crushed them as needed, put them into the medicine pot, poured in three bowls of water, and gently fanned herself with a round fan.
She was gentle and quiet, completely different from that arrogant and domineering girl.
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