Hu Shijie nodded repeatedly in agreement, promising that he would never disappoint the Emperor, but his legs seemed to be permanently attached to Hongli's side, and he lingered for quite a while before finally leaving.
Seeing this, Hongli shook his head speechlessly, wondering if the other party had not understood his meaning at all.
Tsk
It seems we need to find a new head eunuch. It's not good if the person serving us is too opinionated, but it's even worse if they have no opinion at all.
Hongli sat in the chair, complaining about this and that, his ugly smile on his face.
All his grumbling ultimately couldn't outweigh Consort Ling's sudden and rapid illness.
The arrival of the imperial physician did not improve Consort Ling's symptoms.
On the contrary, as if she had contracted some acute illness, Consort Ling went from the onset of symptoms to fainting in just a quarter of an hour.
When Hu Shijie ran over to report to Hongli, wiping the sweat from his forehead, Consort Ling was already on the verge of death, practically dead.
Hongli, upon receiving the news, refused to believe it. He got up and shakily ran to the side hall to see, only to be so frightened by Consort Ling's terrifying, demonic appearance that his heart ached and he couldn't help but lower his head and gasp for breath.
Oh my!
Hu Shijie, who was keeping a close eye on Hongli's condition, realized that things were going badly, so he quickly pulled over the imperial physician who was treating Consort Ling and asked him to take the emperor's pulse.
The imperial physician, caught up in the mess and used by both sides: ...
Imperial physicians were just low-level workers with limited skills.
Moreover, the Emperor is clearly more important than Consort Ling, so it goes without saying who he would save first.
"Eunuch Hu, His Majesty's pulse shows signs of being overwhelmed by anger."
Touching his slightly graying beard, the imperial physician spoke slowly and deliberately.
Hu Shijie looked at the imperial physician with a complicated expression, thinking to himself, "Do you even need to explain? The Emperor only came to this state because he saw Consort Ling's unlucky appearance."
Right now, he wasn't concerned about how the emperor got sick; he was thinking about how the emperor would recover.
"Imperial Physician Qin, could you please prescribe some calming and soothing remedies for His Majesty?"
Ideally, it should be effective after just one dose, since there is still Consort Ling lying in the side hall.
The imperial physician nodded, turned around, wrote down a prescription, and handed it to the young apprentice who had followed him.
They're all common, all-purpose products; there's nothing wrong with them, but there's nothing particularly outstanding about them either.
After all, being a royal physician in the palace is all about avoiding mistakes rather than seeking merit.
If any problems are solved, there's no telling if there will be a place for them to live in the future.
The entanglements within the imperial harem are not just a figure of speech; they are a very real problem.
"Eunuch Hu, something has happened."
As soon as Hu Shijie stepped out of his room, he was met by a young eunuch running towards him in a panic.
The moment he uttered the words "something happened," Hu Shijie's heart, which had been at ease, was once again gripped by anxiety.
Hu Shijie: ...
"What on earth happened?" The man was standing right in front of them, perfectly fine, while the emperor inside had just finished being treated by the imperial physician; there was nothing wrong with him at all.
The young eunuch hesitated, his eyes darting around towards the side hall, "It's Consort Ling."
He's in too much of a hurry; his words aren't quite clear.
Hu Shijie rolled his eyes at the young eunuch, "What's wrong with Consort Ling now?"
The imperial physician just examined the patient and the situation is indeed not good, but even if things move quickly, the person shouldn't die so suddenly.
The eunuch became even more hesitant, which angered Hu Shijie so much that he had to go and check it himself.
And that was it, because although Consort Ling didn't die directly, it was practically the same as dying.
Consort Ling suffered a stroke?!
"A stroke? Is this true? How could this be?"
Chen Yuwei is locked in the courtyard and has not been able to leave the house yet.
But the advantage over before is that she can receive some messages from the outside world.
Including the guards who were watching over Chen Yuwei's residence, there were only two or three left.
Everyone knew that Chen Yuwei's release was only a matter of time.
Everyone was waiting for this moment to arrive, but instead of the Imperial Noble Consort appearing, they encountered trouble with Consort Ling.
Consort Ling suffered a stroke at such a young age, which was truly unexpected by everyone.
"Tell me in detail what exactly happened?" Chen Yuwei pointed to the maid beside her, asking her to recount the whole story.
The maid nodded in agreement and clearly recounted the story of Consort Ling's visit to the Jiuzhou Qingyan.
This includes the time it took for Jiuzhou Qingyan to invite the imperial physician and the current manager of Jiuzhou Qingyan.
After saying that, the maid also mentioned that Consort Ling was currently confined to her residence and could not be visited for the time being.
Chen Yuwei tapped her fingers, a light smile appearing on her lips.
"With Consort Ling in trouble, I fear that the time when I can freely enter and leave the Yuanmingyuan will be even later."
Because they were mutually restraining, now that one side has fallen, the other side cannot be too complacent.
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