She lay on the bed, staring blankly at the bed curtains above her head for a moment before she came to her senses.
Song Xizhi moved slightly, enduring the pain all over his body, and sat up from the soft couch. What came into view was an unfamiliar camp.
It was already dark, and only a dim candle was lit in the tent.
The tent looked like it had been set up temporarily, and the furnishings inside were very simple. Even the soft couch beneath them was both light and hard, as if it had been simply pieced together from a few planks of wood.
Song Xizhi deduced that she was probably still on Heyan Mountain at this moment.
Wu, who had been dozing off nearby, heard the commotion on the soft couch, quickly stood up, moved closer to the couch, and reached out to feel the temperature on Song Xizhi's forehead:
"Young lady, you're awake? How are you feeling?"
Sensing the worry in Wu Mama's eyes, Song Xizhi grasped her hand, his own eyes welling up with tears: "After taking the medicine, your fever should be gone, but what about Uncle and Siqin?"
Seeing Song Xizhi's reddened eyes, Granny Wu wiped away her own tears as well: "Although I didn't see it myself, I heard about what happened back then. You two are truly a cause for great concern."
"When you accidentally fell off the cliff, Siqin was standing next to you and jumped down without hesitation. At that time, Lord Xiao Su was by His Majesty's side. Hearing your commotion, he also ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped down without hesitation. His Majesty couldn't stop him."
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi felt the pain in her side, her eyes darkened, and she pursed her lips.
She didn't fall off the cliff accidentally; a sinister hand reached out from the crowd and deliberately pushed her down.
That man possessed profound inner strength and intended to kill her.
But who exactly is that person?
Granny Wu had no idea what Song Xizhi was thinking, but she continued, "Young Master Su jumped down, and your maternal grandfather was so frightened that he fainted."
Song Xizhi's eyes changed, and he looked up at Granny Wu: "Grandfather also fainted?"
Granny Wu hurriedly said, "The imperial physician has saved them, and the three of them are resting in another tent now."
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi supported his aching back and gritted his teeth as he climbed up from the soft couch: "Take me to see them, my maternal grandfather is getting old."
Although Granny Wu was worried, she did not stop him. So when Song Xizhi pulled back the tent flap, he saw the scenery outside.
Outside, flames soared into the sky, and camps stood in rows. Countless guards, carrying torches, moved between the tents, ready for battle.
Many soldiers were also rushing between the tents, carrying people who had drowned or were injured on stretchers, urgently searching for the imperial physician.
Faintly, one could hear wailing and sobbing from inside the tents, as well as the sounds of people weeping with joy, and mostly, whispers of worry.
The scene before her was completely unexpected for Song Xizhi. She stood at the door for a long time without coming out, but frowned and turned to ask Wu Mama, who was standing next to her, "Mama, what exactly is going on outside?"
Granny Wu sighed: "After you fell, there were several more landslides. Although there were no casualties in the area you pointed out, people fell in other places as well."
The group Song Xizhi was in consisted mostly of the wives of officials from the capital. When Song Xizhi rushed to Emperor Guangqi's side, the group was mostly composed of imperial concubines, high-ranking officials from the previous dynasty, as well as some princes, princesses, and Tibetan envoys.
Thanks to the emergency intervention of Lady Xin and Prince Xiu, there were no casualties in these areas. However, in other places, although Emperor Guangqi also sent people to rush over, there were still casualties.
Not to mention the second and third landslides that followed.
Thinking of this, Song Xizhi sighed softly, and then heard Granny Wu's voice continue:
“Young lady, everyone outside is talking about a strange phenomenon. On the day of the Fengshan ceremony, a landslide actually occurred on the sacred mountain. Although His Majesty immediately sent people to suppress the news, it will eventually get out, and the court will be thrown into turmoil as a result… especially in Tibet.”
Song Xizhi frowned: "What's going on with Tibet?"
When Granny Wu recalled the rumors she had heard, she felt a pang of sadness: "It seems that the Tibetan prince's daughter, the little princess who was hailed by the Tibetan lama as the reincarnation of a saint, was the Tibetan king's favorite granddaughter."
"She was an auspicious omen for Tibet. To show their sincerity, Tibet sent her to Daqian to establish friendly relations between the two countries. However, she fell into the torrent and has not been found to this day."
As she spoke, Granny Wu shook her head: "Although His Majesty has mobilized all the soldiers to search, too much time has passed, I'm afraid..."
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi was startled.
She finally realized just how bad the situation was.
Da Gan is facing attacks from all sides.
Such an incident during the Fengshan ceremony would not only cause unrest among the people and turmoil in the court, but if the Tibetan holy woman were to die at this time, even the usually loyal Tibetans might develop a rift with Daqian.
Song Xizhi thought to himself that he still wanted to go and see how his maternal grandfather was doing.
But as soon as she stepped out of the tent, she heard a chaotic commotion outside. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Prince Xiu walking towards her, looking travel-worn.
His face looked tired, his hair was disheveled, and his boots and clothes were covered in mud. His narrow eyes were so droopy that you could hardly see his pupils.
It seems he had been busy all day without taking a break.
Song Xizhi paused, then saw him rushing towards her in a hurry: "Madam He, how are you feeling?"
Song Xizhi nodded, recalling that when he fell off the cliff, he and Prince Ning were also anxiously searching for someone, so he gave him a polite smile: "Your Highness is busy with official duties, is there anything I can do for you?"
Prince Xiu took a breath and nodded: "I really do have something to trouble you with."
"A very important holy woman of Tibet also fell into the flash flood today. She has been found, but she was lifeless."
"The Tibetan shaman said she was dying. After the ceremony, they wanted the imperial physician to come and take a look, but she was a holy woman and ordinary men could not get close to her. The Tibetan prince did not allow it."
As he spoke, Prince Xiu looked up at Song Xizhi again, his tone becoming more respectful: "The situation is urgent. I remembered that Madam He is also a highly skilled physician, so I thought I would ask you to take a look."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
