Chapter 80 The Crown Prince Coughs Up Blood
The Prince of Anshun has been missing for three months, and his whereabouts are unknown.
Upon returning to the capital, Wen Zhiming was immediately terrified and lost his mind. To say that these two events were completely unrelated would be too much of a coincidence.
What exactly happened during the three months that Prince Anshun was missing? And how much did Princess Anshun know about this?
Wen Zhiming is the only legitimate son of the Prince of Anshun, so logically he should be the least likely person to harm Wen Zhiming. But Chen Luo has already traveled all the way from Lanyu Kingdom, so why hasn't he received a reply to the letter sent by the Princess of Anshun?
Besides investigating the disappearance of King Anshun ten years ago, Chen Luo also mentioned that King Anshun had recently won a series of victories, having already captured the four main cities of Lanyu Kingdom, and that Lanyu Kingdom was already considering surrendering. Could it be that the war was so intense that he couldn't even spare time to reply to a letter?
Recently, Princess Anshun has been unable to eat or sleep properly. Firstly, she is worried about Wen Zhiming's illness, and secondly, she has not received a reply from Prince Anshun. As a result, she is overthinking and has fallen ill from worry.
The Princess Consort of Anshun was somewhat bothered by the fact that Wen Zhiming's situation was kept from her last time. Now that she has received this news, Meng Lingge thinks she should discuss it with the Princess Consort of Anshun, as she might know some of the inside story.
Furthermore, informing the King of Anshun of his recent victory might improve the Queen's mood.
After Chen Luo took his leave, Meng Lingge, who was originally planning to return to her own courtyard, changed direction and headed towards the residence of Princess Anshun.
But she hadn't gone far when Xia Zi rushed over, "Princess Consort, something has happened to the Prince! You must go and see!"
Her maids were all very disciplined and wouldn't usually be so flustered and impatient. Now, Xia Zi was running around in a sweat, and her voice was trembling, so something serious had clearly happened.
Meng Lingge's palms were slightly cool. As she followed Xia Zi, she asked, "Wasn't the young master waiting for me in the courtyard? What happened?"
Xia Zi's steps were unsteady. "The young master told us to clean the swing. He was holding your cloak and waiting for you on the swing, but Dong Qing and I had just turned around when the young master fell off the swing and vomited a lot of blood..."
The swing only reached Wen Zhiming's waist. When he sat on it, his feet were very close to the ground. It was impossible for him to fall and bleed a lot from that height.
Meng Lingge's heart beat even faster, but she forced herself to remain calm.
"Has the royal physician and the princess been notified?"
Xia Zi said, "The first person we invited was the royal physician. He should have arrived by now. When I came to find you, I had already sent a maid from the outer courtyard to invite the Princess."
"Then go to Yun Shen Pavilion again and ask Doctor Su to come over. Go and come back quickly."
It's daytime now, hopefully Su Leyan hasn't gone out yet.
"Yes." Xia Zi didn't ask any more questions and turned to walk out.
Meng Lingge walked quickly and entered the courtyard. She heard coughing coming from the master bedroom. Each cough felt like it was hitting her heart, making her feet tremble.
Dongqing was already waiting at the door. Upon seeing this, she came forward with red eyes and said, "Princess Consort, the two physicians have been here for a while and are examining the Prince. Please don't worry too much."
Meng Lingge nodded, and when she walked over and saw Wen Zhiming on the bed, her heart clenched again.
Wen Zhiming clutched her white cloak tightly, now stained red with blood. His face was as pale as paper, and he was coughing up blood incessantly.
Upon seeing Meng Lingge approach, Wen Zhiming wanted to speak to her, but just as he smiled, he coughed up another mouthful of blood. Meng Lingge quickly stepped forward to comfort him, "Husband, don't move. Let the doctor examine you first. I'll listen to you after you've recovered..."
Seeing her once vibrant husband transformed into this frail body, Meng Lingge's eyes welled up with tears, and she couldn't help but want to cry. However, fearing that it would worry Wen Zhiming, she quickly turned her back.
An older physician from the royal physician said, "Princess Consort, the Prince is vomiting blood incessantly. This is extremely dangerous. Doctor Zhou and I have decided to try acupuncture to stop the bleeding, but the Prince resists fiercely as soon as he sees the needles..."
Meng Lingge hurriedly wiped her eyes, knelt down beside Wen Zhiming, and covered his eyes with her hands. "Husband, don't be afraid. I'm here with you. When you're better, we'll watch the flowers under the eaves and gaze at the moon in the pavilion together..."
After saying this, he gave the physicians a meaningful look. The two physicians understood and quickly took out silver needles, locating the acupuncture points. Before Wen Zhiming could even react, they had completed the acupuncture. Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, he gave a faint "hmm" in response to Meng Lingge before fainting.
A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and the one walking at the front was Princess Anshun, who had rushed over upon hearing the news.
Her brows were furrowed with worry, and her eyes were filled with panic. Seeing the tears welling up in Meng Lingge's eyes, she went over and hugged Meng Lingge first, patting her hand to reassure her.
Then he walked to the bedside and looked at the physician.
"Mo'er was perfectly fine, why did she suddenly vomit blood? Doctor, how is she now?"
The elderly physician looked troubled. “The young master’s illness is truly strange. I have examined his body and found nothing abnormal, not even a fall injury. I really don’t know why he suddenly started coughing up blood. I have now used acupuncture to stop the bleeding. As for how to treat it and whether it will recur, I must admit that my medical skills are not good enough to be sure.”
Another physician from the palace chimed in, "There is neither poisoning nor internal injury; this is truly an illness we have never seen before. Your Highness, it would be more prudent to invite one or two imperial physicians from the palace to examine you further."
The two physicians were a little uneasy after they finished speaking. They had been in the Prince of Anshun's residence for many years, and every time they treated the prince, it made them seem like their medical skills were inadequate, as they couldn't find anything wrong.
It is understandable that Princess Anshun would blame and complain.
This time, Princess Anshun simply nodded slightly and said, "I understand. You may all leave."
Over the years, in order to treat Mo'er's illness, she had gone to the palace to invite the imperial physicians many times, but what each imperial physician said was almost the same as what the family physicians said.
Now, Mo'er has suddenly started coughing up blood. The family physicians can't find the cause, and going to the imperial physicians is also useless.
Princess Anshun sat down at the foot of the bed, lifted the quilt, and examined Wen Zhiming's left foot. When she saw that there were indeed two light-colored black marks that Meng Lingge had mentioned, she frowned, stood up, and slowly asked, "Lingge, is that Doctor Su you mentioned last time still in the courtyard outside your residence?"
Meng Lingge nodded, "Yes, I've already asked Xia Zi to go find her, but she occasionally goes out to the streets to see patients, so I don't know if Xia Zi will be able to run into her."
"You're so thoughtful." Princess Anshun nodded slightly, then frowned and said, "But Mo'er has never coughed up blood before, and I'm really worried. Have a maid who knows Doctor Su take people to search every street and bring her here as soon as possible."
"Alright, Mother, don't worry, I'll arrange it." Meng Lingge helped the princess sit down and then turned to instruct Dongqing to do so.
Her four personal maids all knew Su Leyan, so they could each lead a group to search for her in the bustling city.
Princess Anshun apologized.
"Your mother told you not to be afraid, yet you still have to worry."
"Mother, what are you saying? If it weren't for you, I would have panicked long ago."
Princess Anshun and Meng Lingge stayed by Wen Zhiming's bedside, comforting each other.
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Meanwhile, upon hearing that Wen Zhiming was coughing up blood, Wen Kehao disregarded the princess's order to stay at home and forced his way out.
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