As her singing began, a tear rolled down the corner of the Crown Prince's eye. He was clearly unconscious, but suddenly he sprang up and vomited blood all over Physician Zhou.
Upon hearing the sound of coughing up blood, Zhao Shu flew into a rage, "Guards, escort the Imperial Concubine to the Buddhist hall!"
Xiao Zhu waved his hand, summoned several eunuchs, and together they helped Consort Hao up and pulled her out of Fengxin Palace.
She continued singing along the way, glancing back at the palace with a smug look in her eyes, which Zhao Shu found particularly irritating: "The millet grows luxuriantly, the ears of sorghum are high. I walk slowly, my heart is as if drunk. Those who know me say I am worried, those who do not know me ask what I seek. Oh, vast heaven! Who is this person?"
Her singing voice was extremely beautiful and melodious, yet it also carried a profound sense of sadness, making listeners feel melancholy and their minds swirling with unbearable memories of the past.
Zhao Shu's face was shrouded in gloom as she watched her leave with extreme hostility. She then said to Yang Wuwei, who was almost dumbfounded, "The Imperial Concubine is unwell and is also worried about being away from home. You should go and tell her stories to relieve her boredom."
Yang Wuwei was born and raised among the common people. Although he was a storyteller, he did not understand the meaning behind these words and genuinely thought that he was being asked to go for the good of the imperial concubine. He was puzzled for a moment.
Seeing his dazed look, Chu Chun sighed and said, "Come with me."
After dismissing Consort Hao, Zhao Shu hurried into the inner palace. The Empress Dowager sat on a chair with a gloomy face. The five imperial physicians were discussing the illness, arguing in low voices. Some suggested using strong medicine, while others suggested against it. However, all five looked extremely unwell. The Crown Prince's condition was too dangerous. His vibrant life force in recent days had been rapidly depleted within a quarter of an hour, and even his will to live was like a spark in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
Zhao Shu placed her hand on the Crown Prince's wrist and nodded to Physician Peng. Physician Peng hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded emphatically, turned around and knelt down beside the Empress Dowager. "Empress Dowager, this humble subject suggests using strong medicine. Please grant your permission."
The Empress Dowager nodded, and Physician Peng stood up, hurriedly lifted the front of his long robe, and went out to prepare the medicine.
"What a tragedy, what a tragedy!" The Empress Dowager stood up, looking as if she had aged more than ten years in an instant. She looked helplessly at the Crown Prince's face, which was hanging by a thread but filled with immense grief, and shook her head.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Shu's suspicions became clearer, and she felt as if she had a thorn in her side.
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