The ladies and young women present were both shocked and panicked, and they all gathered around, asking, "What's wrong with the princess?"
When the imperial physician arrived, he immediately performed acupuncture treatment on Princess Zhaoyang, but it was ineffective, and Princess Zhaoyang became increasingly short of breath.
The imperial physician was sweating profusely and shouted, "Go and fetch the Imperial Physician!"
Upon hearing this, the Marquis of Yong'an, who had rushed over, immediately ordered his attendants to go to the palace to fetch the person. Seeing that the crowd was so dense that it was impossible to move, he quickly dispersed them, saying, "His Highness is not feeling well. Please move to the banquet hall for a meal."
No one was in the mood to eat anymore; they all left with worried expressions as the maidservant went.
As Yao looked at Princess Zhaoyang's increasingly pale face, her heart pounded like thunder. Could the princess... could she not be saved?
If the eldest princess dies... no, the eldest princess cannot die. If she dies, His Majesty will definitely investigate to the end, and none of them will escape!
"Removing that sachet should fix things," Yao thought, trying to calm herself down. Just as she was about to speak, a clear, melodious voice reached her ears.
"My lord, His Highness's life is in danger. I have learned a set of acupuncture techniques for asthma. If you trust me..."
Madam Yao was so angry she almost vomited blood. How could Xiao Qingyin be so stupid as to jump out at this moment? Did she even know what it meant if the Princess were to suffer any harm?
"What nonsense are you spouting! Don't embarrass yourself with the half-baked medical skills you learned from the country bumpkins. Didn't you see that even the imperial physician couldn't do anything about it!"
Xiao Qingyin ignored her and looked directly at Marquis Yong'an, calmly saying, "My lord, I'm afraid His Highness won't be able to hold out until the Imperial Physician arrives. I guarantee with my life that His Highness will be safe and sound."
With the help of Granny Hua, Marquis Yong'an already knew who the girl was. Even the royal physician, who was originally a royal physician, was powerless to help her. How could he believe that a young lady from the countryside could claim to be able to cure her?
But he was holding his wife's wrist tightly and could clearly feel her pulse getting weaker and weaker, as if it would stop beating at any moment.
The girl's expression was so calm and confident; perhaps she really did have a solution?
“You’d better make sure you can do it, otherwise,” Marquis Yong’an made the most difficult decision of his life, “you know the consequences.”
"Don't worry, my lord." Xiao Qingyin strode forward, took the silver needles from the physician, and began to administer the acupuncture without even looking at them.
The royal physician thought she was acting recklessly and was about to stop her, but he found that she accurately placed each needle on the acupoint. As the silver needles were inserted one by one, the princess's breathing became smoother and her wheezing subsided.
Marquis Yong'an also noticed this change, and his tense heart relaxed a little.
Yao's heart was pounding. How could Xiao Qingyin possibly save the princess? The closer she got to the princess, the faster the princess would die!
She gave Xiao Qingrong a hard shove, and Xiao Qingrong understood.
"Sister! Her Highness the Princess is on the verge of death! How can you administer acupuncture so recklessly? You will kill her!"
She rushed over with a shout, reaching for the purse at Xiao Qingyin's waist.
A rich fragrance of osmanthus blossoms wafted through the air, and the Marquis of Yong'an's expression changed drastically. He pointed at Xiao Qingrong and said, "Drag her out immediately!"
The maids immediately stepped forward, lifted Xiao Qingrong up, and dragged her out of the reception room.
Madam Yao was shocked. "My lord, are you sure you've got the right person?" Shouldn't it be Xiao Qingyin who should be dragged out?
The Marquis of Yong'an looked at Madam Yao with a gloomy expression. "Was that your daughter just now?"
"Yes, it is indeed my daughter."
"Don't you know His Highness's taboos? The fragrance of osmanthus is not allowed in the Princess's residence and the Marquis's residence. Why is your daughter wearing an osmanthus sachet?"
Madam Yao suddenly looked up. "My lord, you have misunderstood. My daughter has never worn a osmanthus sachet."
"Misunderstanding?" Marquis Yong'an sneered. "Granny Hua, go and see what's in her sachet."
Granny Hua accepted the order and left, then returned to report: "My lord, Miss Xiao's sachet is full of dried osmanthus flowers."
Marquis Yong'an said sternly, "Madam Xiao, what else do you have to say!"
"How...how could this be!" Madam Yao exclaimed in disbelief. "That sachet definitely wasn't Rongrong's! It must be..."
She suddenly realized something, and her gaze pierced Xiao Qingyin like a sharp thorn.
Xiao Qingyin had just rescued Princess Zhaoyang from the brink of death when she heard this. She turned around and looked at Yao Shi with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong?"
Yao walked straight to Xiao Qingyin's side, tore off the sachet from her waist, and ripped it open forcefully.
Dried jasmine flowers were scattered all over the ground.
Madam Yao glared at Xiao Qingyin with murderous intent. "When did you change Rongrong's sachet?"
"What are you talking about? I haven't changed the sachet. This sachet was given to me by the maid when I was changing clothes." Xiao Qingyin's face was blank.
The sachet was naturally the one she received when she got off the carriage. She didn't know what the mother and daughter planned to do with the sachet, but since there was a potential danger, she certainly wouldn't keep it on her.
I never expected them to be so ruthless, daring to even use Princess Zhaoyang's life. Princess Zhaoyang is allergic to the fragrance of osmanthus; just a whiff of its aroma triggers a severe asthma attack.
"Enough, Yao."
Princess Zhaoyang shouted sternly.
She had recovered, her phoenix eyes filled with a sharp glint. "Stop making excuses. Do you think I'm a fool?"
Madam Yao knelt down with a thud. "Your Highness, you've been wronged! Even if you gave my daughter and me a thousand lives, we would never dare to harm Your Highness!"
That person only told her that Princess Zhaoyang would cough when she smelled osmanthus, not that it would be fatal. If she had known earlier, she definitely wouldn't have used this trick to frame Xiao Qingyin.
"Your Highness, I truly do not know why my daughter has a sachet of osmanthus fragrance on her. Please grant me a chance to atone for my sins. I will thoroughly investigate this matter and give Your Highness an explanation."
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