Xuan Ling's dragon-patterned black boots made a dull echo as they stepped on the imperial steps, and the flames from the gilded candlesticks danced like flames in his eyes.
The prefect of the capital city knelt at the foot of the imperial court, his forehead pressed against the jade bricks: "Your Majesty, the epidemic first appeared outside the Hanyu Temple..."
"Hanyu Temple?!"
Xuan Ling turned around suddenly, his dragon robe billowing like clouds.
"Xiao Fuzi! Quickly inform Marquis Wu'an!"
Half an hour later, Qi Yan rushed to the Yangxin Palace.
Xuan Ling said solemnly, "Do you already know? The refugees outside Hanyu Temple are likely victims of the epidemic from the south."
Qi Yan nodded, with the same anxious look on his face.
"I have thought it over carefully and feel that you are the most suitable person to go."
The emperor placed his right hand on Qi Yan's shoulder and said solemnly:
"I demand that you, no matter what means you use, bring Sheng Xiyan and Jiang Jiang back to the palace as soon as possible."
Qi Yan bowed and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured. I will set off immediately."
Xuan Ling stared at the tuberose potted plant next to the white jade dragon pillar outside the hall. The faint fragrance wafted in, making his heart even more anxious.
Sheng Xiyan once said: "Xuanlang, tuberose is the most tenacious. The deeper the night, the stronger the fragrance..."
Yanyan, you must be obedient and bring Jiangjiang back to the palace quickly.
Two hours later, Qi Yan rode his horse and galloped to Hanyu Temple.
Outside the mountain gate, refugees were lying in all directions, and nuns were walking around with medicine bowls in their hands.
From afar, he saw a woman in green busy at a medicine furnace. Her face was hidden by a gauze hat, but the familiar figure behind her made his heart tremble.
"Ayan!" He stepped forward quickly, but was stopped by Ruan Niang, "Qi Yan, put on your mask first!"
Qi Yan took the white cloth and put it on his face.
Because Sheng Xiyan was wearing a loose dress today without a waist belt, and her limbs were still slender, he didn't notice that she was pregnant.
Sheng Xiyan turned around, her wide dress fluttering in the wind: "Qi Yan, why are you here?"
Qi Yan said anxiously, "The Emperor asked me to take you and Jiang Jiang back to the palace. The palace is heavily guarded and is the safest place."
Sheng Xiyan handed the medicine spoon to Ruan Niang and took him to a secluded place: "Take Jiang Jiang into the palace. I can't go back yet."
"Ayan!" Qi Yan grabbed her wrist.
"Leave the prescription to the medical team and return to the palace. I will report back to you daily..."
"no."
Sheng Xiyan shook her head. "Talking about it on paper is not enough. I must observe the patients in person so that I can adjust the prescription ingredients in time."
She turned to leave, but her hand was grabbed.
Qi Yan took out a pair of white silk gloves from his bosom and put them on her carefully:
"These are protective gloves specially made by the Imperial Hospital. You must be very careful..."
Sheng Xiyan smiled through her gauze hat and said, "I understand. Go and get the general and tell the emperor not to worry. I'll be fine."
She turned and walked towards the medicine furnace, her back thin but determined.
Qi Yan looked at her busy figure and recalled that two months before their marriage, a riot broke out outside the city and she had also been desperately trying to treat the wounded.
"Ayan!" he couldn't help but shout, "You must be safe!"
Sheng Xiyan didn't look back, just waved.
Her figure gradually became blurred in the green smoke rising from the medicine furnace.
Qi Yan turned and ran towards the tile courtyard.
Imperial Palace, Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Due to the sudden outbreak, the entire palace urgently and orderly carried out protection, disinfection and martial law.
At lunch time, the large carved round table was filled with a wide variety of dishes.
Xuan Ling kept pacing back and forth in the hall, occasionally stopping and looking anxiously outside the hall door.
Until noon, a childish cry suddenly came: "Father, Father!"
Xuan Ling looked over suddenly when he heard the sound, and saw a small figure rushing towards him like a gust of wind.
Xuan Ling's gaze passed over Jiang Jiang, and his heart sank - he didn't see Sheng Xiyan following behind.
His dark eyebrows instantly furrowed into two peaks.
He held Jiang Jiang in his arms and asked anxiously, "Where's your mother? Why didn't she come back with you?"
"Father, mother said she was busy and asked me to come back first. She told you not to worry about her."
Xuan Ling's anger was instantly ignited, and he roared:
"Nonsense! How can I not be worried? How can I not be worried?!"
The emperor was enraged, like a thunderclap exploding over the palace, frightening the palace servants so much that they fell to their knees in panic, not daring to breathe.
Jiang Jiang opened his eyes wide in horror. His father seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast, with his face distorted.
"Father... Mother has been researching a prescription for medicine, saying she wants to save many sick and suffering people. Could you please not be angry with her?"
Jiang Jiang pleaded with tears in his eyes, Xuan Ling suppressed his anger.
"Baby, are you hungry? Go have lunch first."
"Yes." Jiang Jiang followed the palace maid into the palace.
He looked back and saw his father still pacing anxiously, his eyes full of worry for his mother.
Qi Yan comforted:
"Your Majesty, curing illnesses and saving lives is Ah Yan's ambition. I know you are worried about her, but if you forcibly take her away, she will definitely be very sad."
Xuan Ling angrily scolded: "She saved others, but who saved her? If something happens to her, what will Jiang Jiang do?"
What I didn’t say was—what should I do?
He cursed again, "I have already sent the most elite doctors in the city. Is she still missing? She is always so willful!"
I don't know how long I paced, Xuan Ling sighed helplessly,
"Xiao Fuzi, go and pass on my oral order. Have Court Judge Wang go to Hanyu Temple immediately. He has only one task: to keep an eye on Sheng Xiyan's condition."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Night falls in the rear hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
On the dragon bed, the father and son had just finished bathing and were both wearing soft pajamas.
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