"Are you here?" The empress dowager's voice was soft and slow, and she looked weak. Except for her phoenix eyes, her face was still covered with a veil. She raised her hand gently, and the palace maid beside her immediately stepped forward, helped her up from the bed, and then sat her down against the headboard.
"Grandpa said you were sick, so I came to see you."
"Did your grandfather say that?" The Queen Mother smiled self-deprecatingly beneath her veil. "If he doesn't ask you to come, are you planning on not coming? It seems I really am annoying to you."
An Tingyu pursed her lips and remained silent. The empress dowager was really ill. This was obvious from the moment she entered the palace. The empress dowager was not pretending, she was really ill. She didn't want to make a fuss with a patient.
Seeing that she remained silent, the Queen Mother murmured softly, "I have been in the palace for nineteen years, and all I have seen is a life-or-death struggle for power. If you are not strong enough, you will be swallowed up by others. This is the rule of survival in the palace, and there is no reason to speak of it. Do you know how I have survived these past ten years? I have been bullied, framed, assassinated, poisoned, and have survived countless crises and dangers. Yet, you ask me to reason? Do you know that if I don't kill him today, he will become stronger than me and destroy me one day? Tell me, in such a world, do you still ask me to reason?"
She just wanted to strike first before the enemy became stronger, what's wrong with that?
An Tingyu remained silent, completely understanding what the Queen Mother wanted to express. Perhaps the Queen Mother also had her own reasons and helplessness, because the palace was such a cruel place, but she just didn't appreciate it.
A person can be cruel, arrogant, and vicious when necessary, but he must not harm innocent people. You can fight for what you want, but can you really be happy if you obtain it at the expense of innocent people?
The answer is no, at least she can't. An Tingyu has received the most civilized education in the 21st century. She understands what virtue and morality are. She can try her best to fight for what she wants, but she cannot seize it.
"It seems that your ideas are not shared by me," the Queen Mother said, as if she could see what she was thinking. "Now that you have seen all the people, are you leaving?"
This time, An Tingyu did not remain silent. She simply said, "Grandpa said that you haven't eaten or slept well these past few days, and you still have an old illness. So even if you don't want to eat, you have to eat something. If you can't sleep well, ask the imperial physician... Never mind, I'll take a look at you! Anyway, you know that the Nineteenth Concubine is me, and I was the one who cured Jing Aotian's leg. I have nothing to hide in front of you."
After saying that, An Tingyu took a step forward, but the palace maid beside her saw that she came forward without invitation and quickly blocked her, "Miss An..."
"Let her be!" The Queen Mother said this, and the palace maid slowly stepped aside.
An Tingyu sat in front of the couch and felt the Queen Mother's pulse, but when she felt the pulse, her pretty eyebrows knitted tightly together. "The pulse is so disordered, it seems that the Queen Mother's old illness is not ordinary stubborn."
"That's right. If the late emperor hadn't had a life-extending pill, I would have lost my life long ago. But it was also because of this that I got this stubborn disease. Now, every extra day I live is earned by me. I will never be cured in this lifetime."
"It's not that it can't be cured..." An Tingyu frowned as she opened her mouth, secretly scolding herself for being nosy. But then she thought, although the Queen Mother might be a little ruthless to others, she hadn't wronged her. With this thought, An Tingyu continued, "The Queen Mother's stubborn illness is mainly caused by the cold entering the body and attacking the heart. Internal treatment is definitely not going to eliminate it, but if we treat it both internally and externally, there is still a possibility of cure."
Hearing this, the Queen Mother chuckled softly, "Are you saying you want to treat me? But you have to think carefully. My chronic illness has always been treated by Doctor Zhong. Now you have snatched away his beloved disciple and asked Yang Qingwei to take charge of the Nineteenth Clinic for you. Doctor Zhong has always been furious with Concubine Nineteen. If he knew that you were Concubine Nineteen and that you had taken over the treatment of my illness, have you ever thought about how angry Doctor Zhong would be with you?"
An Tingyu raised her eyebrows lazily and said lightly: "Then I will cure his temper as well, so that he won't get angry and develop a stubborn disease."
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