When Ying Zheng saw this, he frowned and immediately ordered the palace servant to pass the imperial physician's order. He then picked up his wife who had been tired for a long time and went to the inner hall to rest.
A few days later, Ganquan Palace.
Zhao Ji's illness was not serious, it was just anger. However, she did not expect that after taking medicine for a few days, she was still bedridden and had nightmares from time to time.
"Quacks! They're all quacks!"
Zhao Ji, leaning against the head of the bed, stared at the pitch-black medicine, her face pale and expression gloomy. She threw the medicine bowl to the ground, and the crisp and loud sound of breaking startled the palace people.
After a while, Zhao Ji finally calmed down. She recalled the bloody human pig and Lao Ai's face with his eyes open in his death in her dream, and she couldn't help but show fear in her eyes.
She stroked her cold cheek, as if she could still feel the warmth and stickiness of the blood that splashed on her face that day. She gave orders to the palace servants in a hoarse voice.
"Go find a sorcerer."
The next day, an old man with a white beard and a sage-like appearance came to Ganquan Palace.
He lit a stick of sandalwood, the curling white smoke helped him calm his mind. He then took out a piece of ancient tortoise shell, painted a pattern on it, and then placed it on the fire to calcine it.
The smooth and familiar divination movements made Zhao Ji believe it most of the time, and she waited anxiously for the divination result.
After a moment, the sorcerer carefully observed the cracks on the tortoise shell, his expression becoming increasingly solemn. He turned around and asked the Queen Mother seriously.
"I wonder if the Empress Dowager has had nightmares recently?"
"Yes, every day."
"As I expected, Your Majesty is incompatible with Xianyang's Feng Shui!"
"If you don't get away from this place in time, your life may be in danger!"
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