Fu Qianyu's eyes darkened, and she said to Hui Meiren's expectant gaze, "We can all see the emperor's favor towards Rou Zhaoyi. If we want to truly bring Rou Zhaoyi down, the best way is to let the emperor discover everything."
Concubine Hui nodded, agreeing with Fu Qianyu's opinion, but she also said worriedly, "But I am worried that even if the emperor knows, he will pretend to be deaf and dumb. Then we will be in a passive position."
"But what if Concubine Rou herself admits that she has no feelings for the Emperor? Or, what about the Empress Dowager?"
Fu Qianyu smiled coldly: "Even if the emperor really wants to pretend to be asleep at that time, the queen mother will not tolerate such a person."
"Since your majesty has made up her mind, what should we do next?"
Fu Qianyu thought for a moment, "When Liu was alive, she had a purse that was her favorite. She served the emperor for so many years, and the emperor must remember it. This purse is now kept close to Concubine Rou. Let's start with this purse."
As she spoke, Fu Qianyu ordered Lingyun to take out the pattern from the box and handed it to Hui Meiren: "My sister is very good at sewing, this pattern should not be difficult for you."
As expected, Lady Hui was confident: "It can be done in two days, but I don't understand how I can let the emperor see this."
Fu Qianyu waved to Concubine Hui, and the two of them spoke in unison. Concubine Hui nodded and said, "I know what to do."
After that day, Concubine Hui went to Yanxue Palace to visit Concubine Rou. Whenever Concubine Qian came to Yongfu Palace to talk to her, she remained calm and considerate.
Until this time, after sending Concubine Qian away, Lady Hui took off her clothes and let Huaying check them carefully. Sure enough, a lot of red powder was found on the sleeves again.
Huaying carefully scraped off the powder and packed it carefully with brown paper. Then, the two of them headed towards Huayang Palace.
At that time, Qin Zhaochuan had been waiting for a long time. After taking the brown paper handed over by Huaying and looking at it carefully, he found that it was indeed similar to what he had seen in medical skills in the past few days.
"It's the Yellow Spring Wood!"
Although the two men did not understand medicine, they were terrified just by hearing the name.
"Although the toxicity of the Yellow Spring Wood is ordinary, it will become extremely poisonous if it comes into contact with the petals of a hundred flowers. If it comes into contact with the skin, it will turn into a crystal purple luster. If it comes into contact with water, it will burn the skin. Once in contact, the poison will cause death within half a month."
Everyone in the room gasped. Huaying looked at Qin Zhaochuan anxiously, "Imperial Physician, what about our young master..."
Qin Zhaochuan said solemnly, "Don't worry, young lady. Now that we know what the poison is, I will carefully develop an antidote after returning. Last time, the young lady was able to relieve her symptoms after taking ordinary detoxification pills, so I believe this antidote will not be difficult to prepare."
As he spoke, he turned around and took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box and handed it to Huaying. "Take one pill daily, mixed with hot yellow rice wine, and serve it to you, my lady."
"Yes, thank you, doctor."
Fu Qianyu looked at Hui Meiren intently: "You have heard what the imperial physician said. You still have a chance to regret it now."
After hearing about the properties of the poison, Hui Meiren calmed down. "Your Majesty, since it has come to this, I will never regret it. But my life depends entirely on you, my Lord."
Qin Zhaochuan cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, my lady. I will do my best to develop an antidote for you."
Not long after, the two left Huayang Palace one after the other.
Fu Qianyu stood by the window, her heart heavy. Lingyun asked softly, "Are you worried about Miss Hui?"
"I shouldn't have involved her, but as she said, there's no one else I can trust besides you."
Lingyun advised: "Your Majesty, the beautiful Hui has been sucked into the vortex. If we want to save her, we have no choice but to join forces."
"I hope this storm will pass soon!"
Lingyun nodded: "I will definitely do that. Besides, Doctor Qin has already delivered the medicine you requested."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rumbling thunder in the distant sky, which came closer and closer, making people's heartbeats accelerate. Heavy rain poured down, hitting the roof and making a bang. The world outside the window suddenly became blurred.
Zichen Palace.
Because the Da'an Kingdom and the Hecha tribe joined forces, Zhao Yuanchengzheng summoned Prince Gong and the Grand Councilor to discuss the matter, and the final outcome was that this war had to be fought.
Prince Gong was the first to step forward and lead the troops into battle. The position of commander-in-chief belonged to him, while Fu Mingxu begged Zhao Yuancheng to allow him to go with Prince Gong.
Fu Mingxu is both civil and military, and is well-versed in military books. If he can go together this time, he will be a great helper to Prince Gong.
After much deliberation, Zhao Yuancheng agreed to Fu Mingxu's request and let him join the army and serve as a military advisor.
After the war was finalized, Prince Gong and a group of ministers left the Purple Palace.
It was already past midnight.
Zhao Yuancheng was busy all afternoon and hadn't eaten or drunk anything. He called Zhu Yu in to ask for dinner, but Zhu Yu said, "Your Majesty, Concubine Hui is here. She's been waiting in the side hall for an hour. She brought your favorite golden thread jujube paste cake."
Rubbing his swollen brows, Zhao Yuancheng said tiredly: "Let her come in."
“Yeah.”
When Concubine Hui learned that the emperor wanted to summon her, she immediately stood up, tidied her appearance, and told Huaying to carry the food box to the east warm room.
Zhao Yuancheng was half leaning on the warm kang, looking very tired. Hui Meiren knelt down and saluted, then took the food box and placed the dinner on the kang table one by one.
The aroma of food filled the air, and Zhao Yuancheng immediately felt hungry. Hui Meiren considerately served the emperor a bowl of soup and said with a smile, "I heard that the emperor didn't eat much at noon. Eating now might hurt your stomach. Why don't you drink a bowl of soup first?"
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