Seeing that the meeting was about to break down, the Empress dismissed everyone and went to a side hall to check on Consort Fucha.
Through the silk handkerchief, Zhang Mi placed his hand on Consort Fucha's wrist, carefully examined Consort Fucha's complexion, and then asked Sang'er in detail about what had just happened.
After much thought and revision, it took quite a while to finally draft a prescription.
Seeing that Zhang Mi seemed to have made a decision, the Empress asked, "Imperial Physician Zhang, how is it?"
"What exactly is the illness that Consort Fucha has?"
Zhang Mi frowned, unconsciously stroking his beard, revealing an expression that the patient's family least wanted to see.
"Your Majesty, judging from her pulse and complexion, it seems that Consort Fucha suddenly experienced palpitations and fright, which caused internal heat, and coupled with the invasion of external pathogens, led to a sudden high fever."
The Queen immediately grasped the key point, "It seems?"
Zhang Mi nodded and said, "That's right. I just asked Miss Sang'er, who serves Consort Fucha. Consort Fucha was fine when she woke up this morning, and there has been nothing unusual about her as of now."
"Therefore, I am also unaware of the reason, and have only prescribed a prescription to reduce fever and calm the mind for now, and will discuss the matter further once Your Highness's fever subsides."
He would never have said those words if he hadn't been facing the Empress. Things in the palace are complicated; who knows who Consort Fucha offended to be so frightened?
He had received benefits from the Empress for many years. The Empress looked serious, and it was clear that she was not the one who did it, so he explained it clearly.
The Empress recalled what had just happened. Consort Fucha had become like this after a conflict with Consort Cheng. This confirmed her suspicions of the past few days: Consort Cheng was indeed no ordinary person.
"I understand. It is fine for Physician Zhang to know this himself. Just focus on treating Consort Fucha properly."
"Your Majesty understands."
The Empress then addressed the people in the room, saying, "People in the palace have always loved to gossip. No one is allowed to spread rumors about what happened today, understand?"
Sang'er and the other palace maids and eunuchs in the room all responded in hushed tones, "Yes, we understand."
*
Sun Miaoqing had no idea what was going on with the Empress. After the meeting, she disappeared as if she had grown eight legs.
Everyone was stunned. Xin Changzai had originally planned to invite her back together, but she didn't even have a chance to speak.
Sun Miaoqing stopped when they arrived at the Imperial Garden. Liuli and Linglan were both out of breath from walking so fast, and stood to the side clutching their chests to catch their breath.
Linglan said, "My lady, we haven't done anything wrong, why are we walking so fast?"
Sun Miaoqing took a deep breath and said, "If we don't hurry, what if we get entangled with someone?"
"Don't be fooled by the fact that Consort Hua didn't get angry at me just now. That's because of my brother. On the surface, I'm still quite friendly with her. In front of all the concubines in the palace, she doesn't want to be a laughing stock."
"Actually, because of what happened yesterday, I don't know how much she hates me. If I had been a step slower and she had called me over, I don't know how much I would have suffered."
Liuli's breathing had returned to normal by now. She looked around and, seeing no one else, spoke.
“Your Highness is right. Consort Hua has always been jealous and fierce. In the past, whenever any of the ladies received even a little favor from the Emperor, she would take the opportunity to deliberately make things difficult for them under the guise of assisting with the affairs of the six palaces.”
"Not to mention distant places, Xin Changzai suffered a lot of bullying from her."
Linglan was deeply worried upon hearing this. Although there was only one rank between the rank of Consort and the rank of Noble Lady, their status was like an insurmountable chasm.
Although with the current favor bestowed upon her mistress, she will surely be made a concubine one day. But no matter what, it will still be many years before she can achieve this goal.
Being subservient to others means being constantly hampered and forced to swallow one's pride. Especially since Consort Hua herself had been the emperor's favorite for many years.
Therefore, Linglan said worriedly, "But if we avoid it now, what if Consort Hua sends someone to invite you over later?"
"You can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever."
Sun Miaoqing was at her wit's end. The easiest way, of course, was to shift the blame elsewhere. Let everything unfold as the plot should, push Mei-jie to the forefront, and then let Zhen Huan take over.
We can also try harder to make An Xiaoniao a voice double for Chun Yuan. With the combined efforts of these women, even the fiercest Consort Hua wouldn't be able to withstand them, and she wouldn't have time to focus her attention on her.
However, Sun Miaoqing felt that she knew that getting close to the emperor would not end well, and she also knew their fate, so wasn't it a bit immoral to push people towards him?
But a little person with black horns said to her in her mind, "They will all be wrapped up like chicken rolls and sent to the Hall of Mental Cultivation sooner or later. You are just putting everything back on track."
"Besides, if they weren't trying to gain favor, why would they bother with the imperial selection process to enter the palace? If you pity them, they'll just think you've stolen their favor."
Sun Miaoqing nodded, agreeing that it was just as she thought, but then a little person with white horns spoke in her mind.
"How they choose is their own business, but that doesn't mean you can make the decision for them."
"How is she any different from the Empress and Consort Hua, who recklessly exploit others for their own benefit? All those books they read in their past lives were for nothing!"
The two little men started fighting in Sun Miaoqing's mind, sometimes the west wind prevailed over the east wind, and sometimes the east wind prevailed over the west wind, and they fought to a standstill.
"My lord..."
"...My lord?"
Linglan called out twice before Sun Miaoqing reacted, "Let's take it one step at a time, and talk about the future later."
*
Hall of Mental Cultivation
Sun Miaoqing held the ink stick, making mechanical movements continuously and at a steady pace. She had been standing for an hour, and not only were her wrists very tired, but her feet were also sore from standing.
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