Chapter 65: The Poison Fed by the Third Prince
"My beloved, Zisheng injured his calf last night. I wanted to send Doctor Sun to treat him, but he refused to let anyone into the palace. He even told me he fell off his horse. How can that be possible? He's lying!"
Emperor Wen glanced at He Zhaojun, who was serving beside him, and nodded at her: "Tell me, was Zisheng injured because of Si Niang? He was afraid that I would blame Si Niang, so he deliberately tried to excuse him."
He Zhaojun nodded in agreement, deliberately speaking sarcastically: "General Ling is truly despicable. How could he deceive Your Majesty for Cheng Siniang? He should always put Your Majesty first and stay by Your Majesty's side for the rest of his life."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Wen quickly waved his hands, "Oh, that's not right. I'm hoping he can marry Si Niang soon, continuing the Huo family's bloodline...but how come you young ladies don't know how to be considerate and considerate of your husbands-in-law?"
Concubine Yue also couldn't stand Emperor Wen walking around in circles. She comforted him, "Everyone was like this when they were young. Even when you got a mosquito bite on your neck, you wanted me to see it. I felt so sorry for you!"
Emperor Wen hummed and nodded repeatedly, "Tomorrow morning, I will announce that they will enter the palace together, so that Cheng Si Niang will feel deeply distressed!"
On the second day, He Zhaojun stood in the distance and watched the third princess's attempt to insult Shao Shang fail, and she was instead confronted by Ling Buyi, leaving her speechless.
"...Whether you believe it or not depends on your performance." Shao Shang's ears blushed as she listened to Ling Buyi pour out his heart. He Zhaojun chuckled to the side, hoping that what she had said to Ling Buyi earlier would enlighten him.
"Hurry, didn't he prepare in advance? Why is there no movement yet?" He Zhaojun became anxious.
Ling Buyi looked at Shao Shang for a moment, then pulled out a handkerchief from his bosom and handed the cake to Shao Shang. He had said he would no longer restrict Shao Shang, and he certainly kept his word.
Seeing the two men had already walked away, He Zhaojun turned around and saw Wen Ziduan standing not far away, looking at her. The palace maids around her had already retreated to the side, lowered their heads and said nothing. It was obvious that someone had already noticed and kept her in the dark.
"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Third Prince." He Zhaojun seemed to be secretly eating a melon, like a civet caught by Runtu, with two parts of guilty conscience and eight parts of pretending to be calm.
Wen Ziduan coughed lightly and said, "I heard that you caught a cold the other day after being drunk and exposed to the wind. Are you feeling better now? Do you need a doctor to see you?"
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Doctor Sun has examined me and said I am fine. He also said that I will not pass the disease on to Concubine Yue. Your Highness is so filial. When Concubine Yue knew about this, she would definitely be very happy." He Zhaojun lowered her eyes, looking extremely terrified, and acted out the look of someone she was not familiar with to the man to the fullest.
Wen Ziduan held his breath and asked, "Do you really have to do this?"
"Your Highness, I do not understand what you mean."
"Okay, you don't understand, right?" Wen Ziduan reached out, took the medicine box from the eunuch behind him, and handed it to He Zhaojun: "Your Highness sympathizes with your cold and has specially given you this good medicine. I hope you will recover soon and serve your mother well."
He Zhaojun took a look at the medicine sealed in small jars, which were lined up in the box. The simple packaging looked exquisite and noble, and it was obvious that the medicine was extremely bitter.
"What? Are you afraid that I will poison you?" Wen Zi looked at her calmly.
He Zhaojun quickly shook her head: "Of course not... I am just grateful to Your Highness for his great kindness." She reached out and pulled out a bottle, opened the cap, and a bitter smell of medicine wafted out. He Zhaojun's face turned pale, and she glanced at the jar of candied fruit in the eunuch's hand.
"Could you please go back and take a bath, change clothes, burn incense and wash your hands, and then keep it for later drinking." He Zhaojun said through gritted teeth.
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