Chapter 155
After settling Song Xuan on the bed, Xia Zi quickly instructed the palace servants to light the incense in the hall.
A moment later, the fragrance of ambergris mixed with the delicate scent of jasmine filled the hall.
The legendary physician once said that His Majesty's headache was caused by the Empress. He suggested burning a mixture of the incense that the Empress often used, which could alleviate His Majesty's pain.
As for the treatment, the divine physician only said that this was a mental illness, and there was no cure for it; only His Majesty could overcome it on his own.
However, it now seems that there might still be a remedy for the heart, but whether it's medicine or poison remains to be seen...
Jin Yi stood before the bed, looking at the pale-faced emperor with a hint of pity in his expression. He asked, "Eunuch Xia, was His Majesty's old illness caused by the Empress?"
He remembered that when His Majesty was still the Crown Prince, he was in very good health.
Xia Zi sighed, pulled Jin Yi aside, and then said, "Your Majesty's headache problem did indeed begin after the Empress passed away. The divine physician once said that there was no cure and Your Majesty could only bear it on his own."
Whenever His Majesty falls ill, he suffers excruciating headaches and immense pain. Fortunately, these attacks are only occasional, but this is the first time he has fainted from the pain.
The fact that His Majesty suffers from headaches is known only to a few palace servants who attend to him personally. This is a royal secret that cannot be known to others, nor should it be known to others.
Jin Yi nodded heavily, knowing that this matter should not be publicized too much, and said, "I will go to the outer hall to see His Highness the Crown Prince. If His Majesty is awake, I will trouble Eunuch Xia to come and inform him."
The young prince must have been frightened to be alone in the outer palace. He had a younger brother at home, so the parents felt a pang of sympathy for the three-year-old prince.
"Then thank you very much, Commander," Xia Zi bowed to Jin Yixing, her words filled with gratitude.
Those who served as servants ultimately dared not get too close to the young prince. If the commander had been with him, the young prince would not have been so upset.
As soon as Jin Yi stepped out of the inner hall, Song Xuan on the bed frowned and opened his eyes. He still had a persistent headache, and his black clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He felt a chill.
The incense in the hall made him restless. He looked up and saw the exquisite double-sided embroidery, and there was a portrait of a woman on the wall, as well as the night view of the Jade Terrace written by her own hand.
Her shadow is everywhere, she's everywhere, yet she's been deceiving herself all along...
She had never opened those thirty-two brocade boxes. If she hadn't opened them, why did she tell herself that she liked them very much and was very happy?
On the day of her coronation, she suddenly went into premature labor. Xia Zi later reported to him that Zhu Lan had gone to the Imperial Hospital to invite the imperial physicians and midwives to the coronation ceremony, which had only been going on for a quarter of an hour.
Adding to the prescription the miracle doctor had seen, everything was so coincidental and so strange.
What I thought was genuine friendship turned out to be nothing more than a calculated scheme...
Song Xuan tried hard to recall what had happened in the past, but each recollection gave him a splitting headache, as if countless needles were piercing his brain. At the same time, a strong angina pectoris surged from his chest, growing more and more intense, as if someone were taking a sharp knife and slowly digging out his heart, then placing it on a raging fire to burn it.
The pain became unbearable; he clutched his chest tightly, trying to ease the agony, but to no avail. Sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his clothes, and his face turned ashen, his lips losing all color.
In this endless agony, Song Xuan Yue's thoughts gradually blurred, and scenes of their time together flashed before his eyes. Those beautiful memories had now become the sharpest blades, piercing his heart with deep pain. And the one who caused him such agony was none other than the woman he had deeply loved...
He propped himself up and sat up. Xia Zi, who was guarding him, quickly stepped forward to ask how he was feeling, but fell silent when he saw Song Xuan's appearance. A chill ran down his spine.
At this moment, Song Xuan's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, devoid of any color. His once gentle eyes were now filled with gloom and violence, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.
The aura emanating from him was icy cold, as if the surrounding air had frozen, instilling an indescribable sense of oppression and fear. The once gentle and refined Song Xuan had vanished, replaced by a demon exuding ferocity and chilling intent.
Xiazi was so frightened she almost fell to the ground.
He felt that His Majesty's current appearance was like that of a demon from hell, which was extremely frightening.
Without even glancing at Xia Zi, Song Xuan swayed as he stood up from the bed, his eyes bloodshot, and walked straight toward the double-sided embroidery.
"Your Majesty..." Xia Zi realized something and tried to dissuade him, but he couldn't utter a single word.
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