The imperial physicians knelt on the ground in fear and trepidation. The entire Imperial Medical Academy had come, but they still couldn't diagnose what illness the princess had.
"have no idea?"
"The person is almost dying, yet you can't diagnose the cause of the illness?"
"What use are you useless people to me?"
"If you cannot cure the princess's illness, I will have you all dragged out and beheaded."
Consort Jing threw a huge tantrum before summoning Mo Lingchen and his two personal maids, Qiuyue and Qiuxia.
The three people gave almost identical answers: they were fine just a few days ago.
These past few days, the princess has suddenly lost her appetite, can't eat, and has no energy, spending all her time sleeping in her palace.
They wanted to summon the imperial physician, but the princess threw a tantrum, not wanting anyone to disturb her rest.
They didn't dare to make decisions on their own until today, when the princess fell into a coma and couldn't be woken up no matter what they did, her face becoming frighteningly thin. Only then did they realize the seriousness of the situation.
"A bunch of useless trash, you all deserve to die."
"If anything happens to the princess, I will make your whole family pay with their lives."
Consort Jing was throwing a tantrum when He Fang rushed in to report: "Your Majesty, Princess Anshun has arrived."
"Please come in quickly."
After examining Peony, Su Yujiao looked distressed; her condition was worse than it had been two days prior.
Looking at Chu Qinghe's terminally ill state and recalling her actions over the past few days, Mo Lingchen felt inexplicably complicated.
When Consort Jing heard Su Yujiao tell her to eat whatever she wanted, do whatever she wanted, and leave without regrets, she flew into a rage.
After driving Su Yujiao away, she hugged 'Chu Qinghe' and cried uncontrollably.
"Come back to the palace with your mother. She will take care of you personally, and you will definitely get better."
Consort Jing truly doted on her two children. Ever since she brought Jin Mudan to the palace, she personally stayed by her bedside to take care of her.
This care lasted for two months.
Many significant events have occurred in the past two months.
A large area of southern China is suffering from drought, resulting in a complete crop failure for the people.
The north is plagued by continuous floods, turning mulberry fields into vast expanses of water, displacing people, and causing countless deaths and injuries.
The entire Great Ming Kingdom was plagued by natural disasters, with countless people starving to death, and the imperial court was helpless.
At a critical moment, the Crown Prince and Su Yujiao sold grain to the people and the imperial court at a low price, relieving their immediate crisis.
The people were deeply grateful to the crown prince, and he won over a large number of popular hearts.
Su Yujiao also made a fortune.
Consort Jing, who was always radiant, had aged considerably from caring for the patients, and a few white hairs had even appeared at her temples.
While Su Yujiao was treating Jin Mudan, she handed her a whole box of silver notes.
"There are a total of 200,000 years here, which is enough for an emergency."
Jin Mudan refused the money; she wasn't sure when she would die and didn't know what to do with it.
She would only feel at ease if Su Yujiao held onto it.
She has absolute trust in Su Yujiao!
Su Yujiao knew what she was thinking and, not wanting to waste any more of her energy, agreed.
Jin Mudan was in a great mood after Su Yujiao left.
She finally fulfilled her wish before she died, and could leave without regrets.
"I'm going out for a walk by myself; you don't need to follow me."
"this……"
"Don't make me angry."
"yes."
Anyway, the princess is just walking around in the courtyard, nothing will happen to her.
Besides, she was already dying, so even if something happened to her, there was nothing to regret; she could die sooner and be free from this burden.
However, if they disobey the princess's wishes, Consort Jing will certainly not let them off easily.
They might even lose their lives!
Consort Jing's palace was very large.
The courtyard features artificial hills and flowing water, pavilions and towers, carved beams and painted rafters, exotic flowers and rare plants, and lush greenery, exuding extreme luxury.
No wonder she is the Emperor's favorite concubine!
Suddenly, she saw shadowy figures behind the artificial hill, as if someone was talking.
Hiding behind a tree, Jin Mudan was surprised to see Consort Jing talking to a man behind the artificial hill.
They sounded like they were arguing!
Jin Mudan vaguely heard Consort Jing's voice: "Yuan'er is of the blood of the Great Zhou. Don't you want to restore the kingdom?"
"Now that Yuan'er is being trampled underfoot and beaten by the Crown Prince, how can you stand idly by?"
"Hmph, even if he has the princess's blood flowing through his veins, he can't be considered a descendant of the Great Zhou."
"He still has half the blood of a usurper flowing in his veins; he is not worthy to be the emperor of my Great Zhou."
Consort Jing suddenly burst into tears: "Yuan'er is not the Emperor's child. Do you still remember that night of the Lantern Festival?"
The man's eyes widened suddenly. Twenty-five years ago, on that Lantern Festival, the princess had just replaced the princess of the Xiao Nan tribe and entered the palace as a concubine.
He and the princess had been childhood sweethearts, and he couldn't bear to see her submit to a traitor in order to restore her kingdom. So he infiltrated the palace to try and rescue her.
That night, he had a one-night stand with the princess...
"Could Chu Zhongyuan be his son?"
Consort Jing cried bitterly: "How can you, as a father, bear to abandon your own son?"
Upon hearing this shocking secret, Jin Mudan covered her mouth in fright and hurriedly ran away.
The two did not notice anyone nearby, but they saw Mo Lingchen's figure not far away, and he seemed to be running very fast.
Consort Jing's expression changed drastically as she watched Mo Lingchen flee in disarray: "Did he hear that?"
A murderous glint flashed in the man's eyes. Regardless of whether he had heard or not, this person could not be allowed to live.
Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free!
This concerns the great cause of restoring the Great Zhou Dynasty!
“He is the son of the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister is on Yuan’er’s side. We have to save face. Don’t underestimate the Prime Minister’s power. It could be detrimental to Yuan’er.”
"Don't do anything, leave this to me."
When Mo Lingchen saw Jin Mudan stumbling and almost falling several times, he immediately went forward to support her.
"Why are you running? Don't you know your own physical condition?"
The man frowned, not even understanding why he was so angry at her for not taking care of her body.
But he was the one who poisoned her, which is incredibly contradictory!
Jin Mudan turned pale with fright, thinking someone had come after her. She was relieved when she saw that it was Mo Lingchen.
What are you doing here?
"Qiuyue said you were taking a walk alone in the garden, so I went to check on you."
"As soon as I entered the yard, I saw you running."
"What happened?"
Jin Mudan glanced back and said, "It's alright, let's go back. I'm a little tired."
Her body was truly exhausted, and she leaned limply against Mo Lingchen's chest.
The man simply bent down, picked her up horizontally, and strode into the house.
Not long after the two entered the palace, Consort Jing came in and gave Mo Lingchen a particularly meaningful look.
He said some ambiguous things, leaving Mo Lingchen completely bewildered.
That very night, Mo Lingchen received an imperial edict from the emperor, ordering him to lead troops into battle against the invading Northern Rong Kingdom.
Mo Lingchen was completely bewildered. How could he, a civil official, be sent to fight a war?
Is the emperor out of his mind?
Mo Lingchen accepted the imperial decree, handed Wei Zhong a generous reward, and then inquired about the matter.
Wei Zhong sighed, "Your Highness, do not harbor any resentment. The Emperor has no choice."
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