The doctor's expression can reflect the patient's condition to a certain extent. Seeing a deep wrinkle between his brows and a pursed mouth, Yan Cheng also looked unhappy.
On the contrary, the patient Yan Zhaoyi was in a relaxed state.
Perhaps because she had been disappointed too many times, she gradually became more open-minded. Even if Dong Chun said that she would not live long, she could accept it.
The person she cared about most in the palace was her son. She used to be afraid that after she died, her son would be bullied in the palace.
Now Yan Cheng is the prince and his son's biological brother. Yan Cheng was raised by the Yan family. For the sake of the Yan family, Yan Cheng will always take care of his son.
Thinking of this, she no longer worried as much as before, fearing that her son would not survive long in the cruel palace after her death.
When taking the pulse, Zhuixia Palace was very quiet. No one from top to bottom dared to make a sound for fear of disturbing the doctor. Dong Chun had just withdrawn his hand when he heard Yan Cheng's urgent question, breaking the silence.
"The Empress has been poisoned by a secret medicine from the previous dynasty called 'Xu Jin Huan'. It's a chronic poison that causes the body to gradually weaken, and no symptoms can be detected. If I hadn't been obsessed with researching secret medicines from the previous dynasty over the years, I really wouldn't have been able to detect the Empress' poison."
Dong Chun put the pulse case back into the medicine box and slowly explained the poison that Yan Zhaoyi was poisoned with.
Seeing that he looked relaxed, unlike the frown he had when he took Yan Cheng's pulse, Yan Cheng's heart, which had been beating restlessly, gradually returned to its normal rhythm.
"Doctor, what you mean is, I can be saved? I won't die?"
Yan Zhaoyi was in disbelief. She covered her pounding heart and felt like she was about to faint from excitement. Her pale face was forced to flush with excitement.
Yan Cheng suppressed his excitement. Thinking that Dong Chun had only said that Zhaoyi Yan was poisoned, he asked rationally, "Can Doctor Dong cure it?"
"I can cure it."
The maids and eunuchs in the palace cried with tears of joy.
"That's great, your Majesty doesn't have to die, we can still accompany you."
"Your Majesty can rest assured now. As long as you are alive and well, no one will dare to bully our little prince."
When people are excited, they dare to say anything. At this time, some people who were too excited said some unpleasant things.
But no one cared too much about these things. Everyone was happy that Concubine Yan was alive and well and that they had a new master.
Having seen many such scenes of hope, Dong Chun calmly told them not to be too happy too soon. He hadn't finished speaking yet.
It was as if a basin of cold water was poured over one's head, and the palace suddenly became silent.
Yan Cheng: "What do you mean by that?"
Dong Chun: "Although I can detoxify your Majesty, if you continue to take 'Xu Jin Huan' every day, the detoxification will be in vain."
"Take it every day?"
A sad and disappointed question came out of Yan Zhaoyi's mouth, and tears continued to slide down from her eyes. The beauty shedding tears was so pitiful.
Yan Cheng's sharp gaze swept across everyone in the palace, not missing any changes in anyone's expression. However, how could he see through the inner thoughts hidden under layers of packaging just by looking at the surface?
"Who is it? You are the only ones who can poison my aunt every day. If I find out, I will let you know that living is also a kind of pain."
His voice was terrifyingly gloomy, as if it was covered with the aura of a villain. Not only the palace maids in Zhuixia Palace, but even Concubine Yan was frightened.
It was the first time she saw Yan Cheng reveal his dark side. After being surprised, she felt deeply moved, and tears of emotion were brewing in her eyes.
She shook her head at Yan Cheng: "Cheng'er, I'll take care of this matter. It's time to clean up Zhuixia Palace."
She looked past Yan Cheng and Doctor Dong, and glanced at everyone gently with a half-smile in her eyes.
"It seems that I am too kind, making you think that I am a lamb to be slaughtered. Don't you know that?"
"When I was at home, I was good at riding a horse, shooting arrows, and wielding a whip. I even killed bandits with my own hands. I wonder how much tougher your lives are than those of bandits. I really want to see."
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"Zhaoyi Yan is not ill, but poisoned? Or is it poison from the previous dynasty?"
Nanny Yang came back from a walk outside and brought Yang Guifei the latest news from the palace. Yang Guifei raised her eyebrows and sat up straight from her reclining position.
"I thought she was just unlucky, unable to bear the emperor's grace, and destined not to be a concubine of this royal family. It turns out she was plotted against."
"The poison that even Zhongli didn't notice was diagnosed by an unknown doctor. That doctor was even able to cure the poison. Qu Zhaoyun is quite capable to find such a person."
Keeping in mind the fact that Yan Cheng posed a certain threat, Yang Guifei raised her hand and looked at the brand new and beautiful armor with a lack of interest.
"It's really interesting to see all the beautiful women in the world vying to squeeze into this square palace wall, just to fight for a cucumber that is almost rotten."
"I don't know who in the palace is so capable that he even found the secret medicine of the previous dynasty and used it on Yan Zhaoyi. What a huge grudge."
"But it's a pity, there's a more capable Eighth Prince in the palace now."
Nanny Yang still remembered that Concubine Yang had said that Concubine Yan Zhaoyi looked like her and that she didn't want another of her to exist in the palace. "Your Majesty, it seems that Concubine Yan Zhaoyi is not going to die. Should we..."
Her eyes were vicious and she gestured at her neck with her palm. Before she could finish her words, Yang Guifei raised her hand to interrupt her.
"No need. A woman like her who doesn't even know that she has been given a chronic poison by someone close to her won't survive long in this palace. Why should I do anything?"
"Besides, my vision has never been limited to this small place like the harem."
Yang Guifei said rationally, "If her son threatens Yue'er's position, I will definitely not let them have an easy time. But her son is too young. When he grows up, it will be too late to do anything."
"Don't worry about the Zhuixia Palace. Whether Yan Zhaoyi is dead or alive has nothing to do with me."
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