Although Xiahou Le woke up, Xiahou Chongyuan's tense nerves did not relax much.

He still had to follow the clues of this pot of flowers to investigate further. After all, Xia Houle had already fallen into a coma because of it.

I was lucky enough to be rescued this time, but what about next time?

Song Qingxue's concerns are not unreasonable.

The eldest prince would not give Xiahou Le a pot of flowers like this for no reason. He would have to find out what is going on!

Xiahou Chongyuan was investigating, and Song Qingxue was also busy.

After returning from the palace, she originally wanted to find a time to make an appointment with Zhao Wanqiu, but she didn't expect that Zhao Wanqiu would come to her first.

"Sister Qingxue, I came to look for you yesterday, but the servants told me that you had gone to the palace."

"He did enter the palace."

"Alas, it seems that next time I come to see you, I still have to hand in a visiting card in advance, otherwise it will be a wasted trip!"

Song Qingxue nodded and said, "Indeed."

"Oh, it's okay." Zhao Wanqiu smiled and said, "By the way, Sister Qingxue, what did you do in the palace yesterday?"

"The emperor has suddenly fallen ill. As his aunt, I naturally have to go and take a look."

Zhao Wanqiu was surprised, "The emperor suddenly fell ill?"

"yes."

Song Qingxue sighed, "When I left, the emperor hadn't even woken up yet, and I don't know when he'll get better."

"This..." Zhao Wanqiu looked worried, but secretly happy in her heart, thinking that the pot of osmanthus must have worked.

However, the pot of flowers must be used together with the powder ground from the flowers to have the effect of causing unconsciousness.

Could it be that the Third Prince has already taken action?

Song Qingxue carefully observed Zhao Wanqiu's expression. Although she concealed it well, sometimes eyes really couldn't lie.

Her eyes rolled around, and she put her hands on Zhao Wanqiu's arms, hugged her gently and said, "Sister, are you worried?"

"Yes." Zhao Wanqiu looked worried. "Alas, the world hasn't been stable for long since the death of the previous emperor. Now the emperor has suddenly fallen ill. It's really worrying."

"Don't worry, sister. The emperor is blessed by the gods. Besides, the doctors in the palace are all highly skilled and will surely cure him soon."

"Um."

"Oh, by the way, Sister Wanqiu. I saw the Thousand-mile Fragrant Osmanthus in the palace yesterday. I remember that this flower species is very precious. I have lived for so many years, and I have only seen a few in your courtyard."

"Ah?" Zhao Wanqiu panicked for a moment, but soon regained her composure. She said, "Qianlixiang, I gave a pot of it to the Third Prince a few days ago."

"Such precious flower seeds, are you just giving them away like this?"

Zhao Wanqiu smiled and said, "Qianlixiang can calm the mind. The Third Prince has a chronic illness, so I am afraid that I gave it to him in the hope that it would help him adjust his mental state."

"Sister is so kind." Song Qingxue leaned against her affectionately and said, "The Third Prince must have done good deeds in several lifetimes to be able to marry a good woman like sister as his wife."

Zhao Wanqiu blushed and pushed Song Qingxue awkwardly, "Sister is teasing me again."

"How could it be! I'm telling the truth." Song Qingxue said with a smile: "Besides, my sister is smart and kind. If it weren't for my sister's advice, I wouldn't be able to marry the prince."

Zhao Wanqiu just smiled and patted her hands without saying anything.

She was in a good mood today and was willing to be more perfunctory with this stupid woman, Song Qingxue.

The little emperor was poisoned by the thyme, and even if the imperial physician tried many ways to prolong his life, he still didn't have much time left.

The two of them talked hypocritically for a long time. Zhao Wanqiu said that she was a little tired, so Song Qingxue arranged for someone to send her back to the Shangshu Mansion.

As soon as Zhao Wanqiu left, Song Qingxue went into the study.

Actually, I didn't gain much from Zhao Wanqiu today.

She neither admitted that thyme was a poisonous flower, nor did she say that the pot of flowers given to the little emperor was a gift from her personally.

All Song Qingxue gained today was a look that revealed the true feelings of Zhao Wanqiu.

Eye contact is something that is fleeting. It cannot be preserved, nor can it be used as evidence of anything.

She could only rely on this look to confirm her inner guess, but she could not prove to others that her guess was correct.

But she wouldn't dwell on this one thing.

She had something more important to do - to detoxify the little emperor.

The little emperor only woke up temporarily, but if the poison is not completely removed from his body, it will relapse sooner or later.

When it relapses, it won’t be so easy to wake up.

Therefore, she had to find a way to detoxify as soon as possible.

In fact, she knew something about thyme, but she didn't know what kind of medicine was added besides thyme to make people unconscious.

Song Qingxue stayed in the study until late at night, flipping through almost all the books on medical theory before finally coming across Qianlixiang.

Thyme can be a poison or a medicine, it all depends on how you use it.

If it is planted indoors, it will indeed cause serious impact on people, but if it is dried and boiled in water for use as medicine, it can cure diseases.

However, the flowers of thyme are poisonous no matter what. If the flowers are refined into powder and used on the same person with the scent of thyme, it can cause sudden fainting. If taken for a long time, it can also cause long-term coma.

If someone is accidentally poisoned by this, drinking water boiled with the roots of thyme can detoxify.

"So that's how it is."

Song Qingxue yawned and stretched, then got up from the pile of books and walked out of the study.

Xiahou Chongyuan did not come back today. Song Qingxue looked at the dark sky and was a little confused about whether to enter the palace now.

There was no need to rush to cure Xiahou Le's poison, but she was afraid that if she didn't go now, more trouble would arise when daybreak.

After struggling for a long time, she remembered that Xiahou Chongyuan seemed to have left Lin Xian in the mansion, and also said that if there was anything important when he was away, she could also send Lin Xian, so she decided to ask someone to prepare the carriage.

I have to say that the professionalism of these guards is really high.

Even if someone wakes you up in the middle of the night, you can still be alert and ready to go to work at any time.

However, Song Qingxue still felt a little sorry for disturbing other people's sweet dreams.

So before getting on the bus, she smiled and said "sorry" to Lin Xian and others.

Lin Xian was very surprised.

The princess seems to be very different from before?

It is no wonder that the prince's attitude towards the princess has changed a lot recently. Now it seems that the prince is not blinded by beauty.

But he was also a little curious. How could the princess, who was so arrogant and domineering in the past, suddenly become so polite and lovely?

He still remembered vividly how Song Qingxue had pretended to obey orders but actually disobeyed them and bullied the servants in the mansion.

Strange, so strange!

Although it is a great thing that the princess has become more reasonable, there is an old saying: When things are abnormal, there must be something wrong.

He was worried that Song Qingxue was pretending to be like this in order to hold back some big action later.

"Guard Lin, what's wrong?"

Seeing Lin Xian standing there motionless, Song Qingxue was very puzzled.

"No, nothing." Lin Xian lowered his head slightly and said, "Princess, please get in the car first!"

"Um."

Song Qingxue didn't ask any further questions. She just nodded and let Liu Huan help her get into the carriage.