Chapter 141 Wrong Medicine
Lan Wu had a grape stuffed into her mouth. She subconsciously opened her mouth and ate it, tasting the sweet and sour fruit. When she saw the group of people kneeling below, she was slightly stunned. She slowly took a few bites of the grape, lowered her eyes, and reached out to tug at Chu Mingheng's sleeve.
Why ask her this in front of so many people?
Unaware of what was happening, Chu Mingheng was gently tugged at by Lan Wu, and he moved even closer to her, his deep eyes gazing at the tiny bit of water on her lips, really wanting to taste whether the grapes were sweet or not.
But he also knew that Lan Wu was easily embarrassed.
So he moved closer to the person and asked again in a low voice, "Is it sweet?"
It was as if they wouldn't be satisfied until they got a definite answer, their tone so deep and seductive.
Lan Wu nodded quickly and whispered back, "Sweet, sweet, so sweet."
"Don't say the word 'death'." Chu Mingheng frowned again, dissatisfied.
Lan Wu had no choice but to agree to everything he said, repeatedly saying, "I won't say anything more, I'm taking it back."
Chu Mingheng was still not satisfied, but Lan Wu squeezed his hand, telling him to focus his attention where it should be.
The concubines below had been kneeling for a while. Although she couldn't hear what the two above were whispering to each other, Lan Wu still felt uncomfortable.
"Get up, all of you," Chu Mingheng ordered.
The concubines scrambled to their feet, none daring to provoke His Majesty, and returned to their seats.
Consort Wen glanced at Consort Shu and noticed that her face looked particularly bad. She said nothing and returned to her seat.
Once she was seated, she subconsciously glanced back at Bai Xiuyi's seat.
At that moment, Bai Xiuyi happened to look up at her, and their eyes met. She saw Bai Xiuyi give her a gentle, reassuring smile.
Consort Shu did not say anything more until the imperial physician arrived. Her face was slightly cold and gloomy. She dared not disobey the emperor's order. When the imperial physician came, she looked towards the position of Consort Wen behind her.
More than one imperial physician arrived.
After the two imperial physicians paid their respects, they were led to Consort Wen's side.
"Please, Your Majesty, extend your hand so that I may take your pulse." After the imperial physician finished speaking, he heard Consort Wen cough a few times. Her voice was hoarse, indicating that she was seriously ill.
"I'm sorry to trouble the imperial physician," said Consort Wen, extending her hand.
While the imperial physician was examining Consort Wen's pulse, palace servants served more dishes.
Lan Wu ate two grapes, then looked at Chu Mingheng and shook her head, saying she wouldn't eat any more.
Looking at it this way, there isn't much difference between Chu Mingheng in the previous life and Chu Mingheng in this life. Although she can tell them apart, ultimately they are the same person and share many of the same habits.
However, Chu Mingheng in his previous life should already know how she died. Did he avenge her in his past life?
Lan Wu had many questions she wanted to ask, but now was not the time. Moreover, Chu Mingheng's situation was complicated. He had said before that he dreamed, so she thought that Chu Mingheng dreamed of everything from his previous life. But the Chu Mingheng she knew now seemed to be someone whose soul had been reborn into this life, just like hers, from some point in his previous life.
So, did he push Chu Mingheng out of this life?
Where did they all go?
Is it possible to find it again?
If there's really no other way, why don't you ask Master Huifan?
Lan Wu was staring blankly at Chu Mingheng's face when his sudden question, "Who are you thinking about?" interrupted her thoughts.
She looked away and said sullenly, "No."
She's not stupid; once she tells the truth, a barrage of questions will surely be thrown at her.
Just as Chu Mingheng was about to ask, he heard someone whispering something below.
Although the sounds were soft, they became somewhat noisy when mixed together.
Consort Shu sternly silenced the concubines' chatter: "This is Taiqing Palace. Everyone, please keep your voices down."
Chu Mingheng interrupted her and summoned the imperial physician: "What did they diagnose?"
The imperial physician hurriedly knelt down and reported, "Your Majesty, when I examined Her Majesty's pulse, I found that her pulse was unusual and somewhat uncertain. I hope Your Majesty will also allow Physician Hu to examine her pulse. If the pulses examined by Physician Hu and Physician Hu are exactly the same, then we can draw a conclusion."
Just now, after hearing what the imperial physician said, the surrounding concubines were discussing among themselves, wondering if Consort Wen had really fallen under some spell and been given some kind of drug that made her so ill.
Even Consort Wen herself was somewhat frightened. She sat there in a daze, her emotions running high, and the itching in her throat intensified, causing her to cough violently.
The concubines who were close to her all covered their faces with handkerchiefs, fearing that they might catch the disease.
Consort Shu felt a little flustered, especially when she heard the newly enthroned emperor casually say "allow".
Physician Hu examined Consort Wen's pulse again.
A moment later, Physician Hu also stopped, exchanged a glance with Physician Fang who had just taken the pulse, and after a few whispered words, the two stepped forward, knelt in the center of the hall, and reported:
"Your Majesty, I have confirmed that Consort Wen's illness has not improved for a long time, not because of Consort Wen herself, but because of the abnormality of the tonic soup she takes every day."
"Oh?" Chu Mingheng raised his voice slightly indifferently, his sharp gaze sweeping downwards, his coldness reaching its peak. "Is there anything different?"
Physician Fang said, "Your Majesty, there is an ingredient in the medicine that Consort Wen takes every day that is incompatible with her own body. Some people just cannot take certain medicines. If they are forced to take the medicine, they will only become weaker and more feeble, and their illness will become incurable. This is the case with Consort Wen."
Consort Shu propped herself up in her seat and finally realized who this whole thing was aimed at—wasn't this a painstakingly orchestrated attack on her?
Who is it?
Consort Li or... Lan Wu!
"Your Majesty, please summon the imperial physician who examined Consort Wen's pulse. The fact that he prescribed such a medicine for Consort Wen suggests that he is not a highly skilled physician, or perhaps he deliberately used this medicine to... make Consort Wen suffer."
After Physician Fang finished speaking, Consort Shu stepped forward and knelt in the hall.
She said urgently, "Your Majesty, please understand. Although I invited Physician Qi to treat Consort Wen, I never expected that he would be so audacious as to harm Consort Wen."
"If I had known that Physician Qi was so malicious, I would never have asked him to treat Consort Wen."
"Your Majesty, I have always had a good relationship with Consort Wen, and she is well aware of this. If Your Majesty does not believe me, you may ask Consort Wen."
After speaking, Consort Shu hurriedly turned around and glanced at Consort Wen, who was still sitting in her seat.
Consort Wen remained silent, as if stunned by the imperial physician's words, and did not react for a long time. She did not even respond to the glance that Consort Shu gave her.
It wasn't until a moment later that she heard Chu Mingheng speak from above.
"Go to the Imperial Hospital and bring Physician Qi here."
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