Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The fact that Doctor Li was executed by the emperor could no longer be concealed.
In the Anxiang Hall, a white silk was hung from the beam. Jiang He placed his neck on the silk and then resolutely kicked away the stool under his feet.
There was a sharp stinging pain in his neck, followed by a strong feeling of suffocation that almost squeezed his lungs.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open from outside. Ling Shumo anxiously cut the white silk with a dagger. Jiang He lost his support and fell into Ling Shumo's arms.
Ling Shumo hasn't spoken yet.
Jiang He's tears began to flow. He tilted his head back, straining to keep his eyes open. "Your Highness, please don't say anything. Look at me now. I'm as thin as a ghost, just a skeleton. I really don't know why I should continue living."
Ling Shumo gently grasped Jiang He's hand, but didn't dare to use force. It seemed that if she increased her strength, Jiang He's wrist would be broken. "Jiang He, don't be like this. Be strong. I'm already thinking of a way. You will definitely get better."
Jiang He was silent for a moment, then suddenly screamed, "It won't get better, it won't get better at all. I can't be strong, I really can't be strong. I'm really miserable, Your Highness. Every breath I take is torture. I really can't stand this endless life..."
Jiang He burst into tears. As he cried, he held Ling Shumo's right hand, his eyes filled with pleading, "Your Highness, please let me go. I beg you, please let me go..."
Ling Shumo tried to comfort him a few more times, but Jiang He was too emotionally agitated and determined to commit suicide to listen to any words of comfort.
The house soon became a mess.
Ling Shumo looked at the collapsed Jiang He, her heart as if being gripped tightly by someone. If she truly cared about Jiang He, the most important thing she should have done was to let him commit suicide. But she simply couldn't get over it; she wasn't ready to lose Jiang He forever.
At this moment, the door was pushed open again. Ling Shumo turned around and saw Fu Yijing with a nervous expression.
Fu Yijing trotted over to Ling Shumo. He looked at the pale-faced Jiang He, tears welling up in his eyes. He spoke with a choked voice, "Jiang He, you're saved."
Ling Shumo looked at Fu Yijing in shock, "What did you say?"
Fu Yijing looked at Ling Shumo and said with certainty, "No... no, it's your mother. When Fairy Xuanming was traveling, she happened to meet a wandering Taoist priest. That Taoist priest was the junior sister of Doctor Li. She heard that her senior sister died in the palace and was originally reluctant to come to the East Palace, but for Fairy Xuanming's sake, she agreed to come and treat Jiang He. Anyway, the twists and turns here are a bit complicated, so let's not talk about it for now. Taoist Chen is waiting outside, let her come in and diagnose Jiang He and prescribe medicine."
Ling Shumo agreed.
Taoist Chen, who claimed to be the younger sister of Doctor Li, was led into the house. She took Jiang He's pulse and quickly wrote down a prescription. An attendant brought the boiled medicine to Jiang He.
Only then did Ling Shumo have time to ask Fu Yijing about the specific situation.
Fu Yijing smiled politely, "Your Highness has been very worried about Jiang He's condition. He has been absent-minded these days when he was with me. I wondered if I could help Your Highness in any way. So, I wrote a letter to ask for help from Fairy Xuanming. Fairy Xuanming told me about Taoist Chen. Your Highness, please rest assured. I can guarantee with my own integrity that Taoist Chen is indeed the junior sister of Doctor Li. Her medical skills are equally superb, but..."
Ling Shumo pressed on, "Just what?"
Fu Yijing lowered his head in embarrassment and said, "What I am going to say next is really disrespectful, but I have to say it. Because of the tragic death of Dr. Li, Taoist Chen does not want to deal with people in the palace anymore. I hope Your Highness will not publicize her identity." Fu Yijing's words were not very clear, but Ling Shumo knew that the people in the palace he was talking about were the emperor who executed Dr. Li.
Ling Shumo nodded. "A doctor's job is to heal illnesses and save lives. No one can guarantee what kind of difficult or complicated illness they will develop in their lifetime. I might need Taoist Chen someday, so I'll naturally ensure her safety."
She still hadn't fully understood why the emperor had Doctor Li executed. Wasn't the emperor afraid that one day he'd have a headache or a fever, and none of the Imperial Hospital staff could cure him, requiring a hermit like Doctor Li to save him? By that time, even if she had immense power, everyone was equal in the face of illness.
Fu Yijing didn't know what Ling Shumo was thinking at the moment, and he didn't care.
He interrupted Ling Shumo's trance. After laying the groundwork for so long, he finally revealed his true purpose. "Imperial Physician Zhang said that the prospects for Noble Lady Lian's (Xue Wu) pregnancy are not optimistic. Fortunately, Taoist Chen is here. After she finishes examining Noble Lady Mei's (Jiang He), we can invite him to visit Yuehua Palace again."
After Fu Yijing's reminder, Ling Shumo finally remembered the child in Xue Wu's belly.
She didn't care about Xue Wu's affairs, one reason being that Lu Jinshu was also pregnant, and in comparison, Xue Wu was not that important.
Another reason was that Jiang He's stomach problems were getting worse and worse. Compared with Jiang He's life and death, Xue Wu was completely forgotten by her.
But this does not mean that she doesn't care about the child in Xue Wu's belly. She has no children now, and having another child is a great thing both politically and personally.
On the bed in the inner room.
After taking the medicine, Jiang He's emotions had calmed down. He hadn't wanted to die in the first place, and his resolute decision to commit suicide earlier was because the illness was tormenting him too much. Now, Taoist Chen told him that as long as he took the medicine on time, he would recover. Although he still felt pain and weakness, his mood had completely brightened.
Afterwards, Ling Shumo stayed here to accompany Jiang He. Fu Yijing took Taoist Chen to Yuehua Hall. In the evening, Fu Yijing came to Anxiang Hall and told Ling Shumo that Taoist Chen had a miraculous hand and that Xue Wu's baby would definitely be saved.
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