Chapter 55 Step on Her
Lu Haozhi remained silent. Outside the hall, the night wind was blowing softly, making the treetops rustle.
The candlelight in the hall flickered, illuminating his face.
Concubine Xuanhe was feeling uneasy and looked at the emperor's face carefully.
The move she made tonight was extremely dangerous.
Although she was a concubine and had saved the emperor's life in the past, she had no children. In this huge imperial family, she was like a leaf in late autumn that was about to wither, without roots and could fall with the wind at any time.
If this sentence angered the emperor, then she, Lin Yanrong and even the Nanping County Prince's Mansion behind them would be overthrown in one day and they would no longer be able to do anything.
But precisely because of this, she had to make the emperor go to Yongshou Palace to visit Lin Yanrong in person tonight, so as to announce to the harem that Lin Yanrong held an unusual position in the emperor's heart.
She is old, and it is necessary to support a new favorite concubine for the Prince of Nanping's Mansion.
"emperor……"
Seeing that Lu Haozhi didn't respond, she tried to speak again.
"Well, I'll go take a look."
Lu Haozhi put down his pen. After what they had done tonight, he could no longer think of doing anything else.
Besides, he also wanted to see what tricks they were playing.
Also, whether this matter is related to Meng Yan.
The ecstasy on Concubine Xuanhe's face disappeared in a flash, and was replaced by a worried look again.
When the imperial carriage reached Yongshou Palace, it was brightly lit, with people coming in and out, and a bustling atmosphere. The servants from Yikun Palace were also standing outside.
When Lu Haozhi saw this, his expression became even more gloomy. It seemed that what these people said was true. Lin Yanrong was indeed seriously ill.
No matter how eccentric Liang Chengbi was, he was still an old man around him after all. He would never make such a big fuss for a concubine who had just entered the palace.
When Liang Chengbi heard that the emperor was coming in person, she was delighted, but her face still showed a sad and anxious expression. She straightened her clothes, adjusted the hairpin on her head, and went out to greet him.
As expected, the people in Yongshou Palace still went to ask Concubine Xuanhe to come out. Since the old Concubine came out, the Emperor had to come and take a look.
In this way, of course, one can see that she, the Imperial Noble Consort, is busy all night long and sleepless for her new sister who has just entered the palace. This makes the Imperial Noble Consort Meng Yan, who is sleeping in Changchun Palace, look heartless and unvirtuous.
Lu Hao got off the sedan chair and walked to the door. He glanced at Liang Chengbi who was kneeling on the ground. Seeing her dressed in gorgeous clothes and with her hair full of pearls and jade, the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
"The Imperial Concubine is truly a tireless worker, working tirelessly day and night. Even at this late hour, she still hasn't rested."
Looking at the way he was dressed, it was obvious that he hadn't slept at all, waiting for good news from Lin Yanrong. Unexpectedly, instead of good news, he was thrown into chaos. It was really a waste of time.
Liang Chengbi didn't understand the meaning of the emperor's words, but thought that the emperor was praising her. She was overjoyed and said, "Your Majesty is wrong to praise me. I had already gone to bed, but suddenly heard that Concubine Lin was seriously ill. Sister Lin is such a lovely person. Anyone who sees her will love her deeply. She should have been loved with pity. I didn't expect that she would suffer a series of misfortunes. It is really unbearable. When I heard about it, I hurried here. With such a big thing happening and no one in charge, I was afraid that she would mess up the order here." As she spoke, she hurriedly added, "I also sent someone to Changchun Palace to deliver a message, but I heard that the person who went back said that Concubine Guifei had already gone to bed. The people in Changchun Palace said that Concubine Guifei was unwell and needed to rest and could not be disturbed. I listened and let it go."
He never forgets to step on Meng Yan.
Of course, Lu Haozhi heard the hidden meaning in her words and wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks, but when he thought of Meng Yan's coldness towards him in recent days, he felt a tightness in his chest and said nothing more.
Since she doesn't want his favor and pity, then let her be.
Just as Rong An said, she was so angry that she came to beg him obediently.
"Get up."
After saying this lightly, Lu Haozhi stepped into Yongshou Palace, walked to the main hall, and sat down on the chair at the top.
"What's going on? Tell me."
He was not in a hurry to see Lin Yanrong. What was so good about a patient? Why did they invite him in so urgently? He was not asked to treat the disease, and he was not a doctor!
It’s just to talk about what’s going on below.
Liang Chengbi stepped forward, lowered her head, and softly recounted what had already been said twice before adding something new. "When I arrived at Yongshou Palace, I saw it was in utter chaos. I quickly sent for the imperial physician. Doctor Wang, please come and speak to the Emperor."
Doctor Wang, who was standing by, lifted his robe and knelt, reporting truthfully, "Your Majesty, according to this humble opinion, the young lady's sudden illness must have come into contact with some poisonous drug on her skin. The area affected is so extensive, and the high fever persists, so her entire body must have come into contact with the drug. I suspect that the young lady may have used something in her bath, or perhaps applied something to her skin, which caused this."
Yin Qiao, who was standing at the door, turned pale when she heard this.
As early as when Lin Yanrong fell ill, she guessed that it was probably related to the jar of Yu Lu ointment.
But the Jade Dew Cream was obtained by the young lady at her own initiative, forcing her to go to the Imperial Hospital to ask for it. This was against the rules, and to put it bluntly, it was a private transaction. The young lady was certainly wrong, but she, the head maid, could not escape blame either.
Besides, she was the one who got the jar of ointment. If they were to investigate seriously, they would definitely start with her. She must have gone to the Ministry of Punishment.
No matter what, she couldn't escape.
Thinking of the tortures of the Ministry of Punishment, Yinqiao felt her legs go weak and she secretly groaned in her heart.
I spent a huge sum of money and followed such a master, but I didn't enjoy a single day of happiness, nor did I get any glory. Instead, I ended up in trouble!
Now look what happens, there’s a high probability that he’ll have to go to the Ministry of Punishment to suffer punishment!
This cursed young lady!
Yinqiao is Lin Yanrong's right-hand man in the original novel. She remains loyal to her throughout her life, always at her beck and call. She follows Lin Yanrong through her ups and downs, never abandoning her.
However, at this moment in her life, she felt a strong dissatisfaction with Lin Yanrong, and even secretly cursed her in her heart.
It’s actually quite simple. In the plot of the book, Yinqiao follows Lin Yanrong and a master-servant relationship gradually develops between them.
In this life, Lin Yanrong has never been bullied or suppressed by Meng Yan, and of course she has never had the experience of sharing hardships with Yin Qiao.
Moreover, as soon as she entered the palace, she lived in Yongshou Palace. She thought that a bright road was right under her feet, so she planned to sit down and enjoy the fruits of her labor. She never thought about cultivating any master-servant relationship. She thought that Yinqiao, as a supporting role, deserved to be her slave.
However, even if she plays a supporting role, it doesn't mean she is owed that role.
Yin Qiao knelt down with a plop and replied tremblingly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this servant has something to report."
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