Qin Zhaoyue lay quietly on the rosewood canopy bed, the brocade quilt covering her chest, surrounded by a dense circle of people.
Her breathing was even and steady; she appeared to be simply in a deep sleep.
Princess Qin Zhaowan frowned, her gaze shifting to her fourth sister and fifth brother.
"What happened? How much did Xiao Liu drink?"
The Fourth Princess, Qin Zhaoshu, frowned, her eyes flashing with confusion, and shook her head, saying:
"It had nothing to do with alcohol; she didn't actually drink much."
Recalling the situation at the time, although Sixth Sister pretended to be slightly drunk and her cheeks were flushed, she could clearly see that she had not actually drunk much wine.
"Golden Wind and Jade Dew" isn't a particularly strong liquor, but Xiao Liu... regardless of whether she's been hiding her talents in the past, her reputation for nightly revelry is certainly not unfounded.
Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for someone to become so drunk that they lose consciousness from such a small amount of alcohol.
Everyone looked solemn.
Because Qin Zhaoyue fainted without warning, no matter how much they called out to her, her eyelashes did not tremble at all, as if only a sleeping shell remained.
Qin Zhaoshu unconsciously traced the intricate embroidery on the cuff with his fingertips, adding,
"We eat and use the same things, except for one thing. She once spent a short time alone downstairs with Yan Zhibai."
Who is Yan Zhibai?
"That distinguished young man in the Shuofeng delegation is from a family of renowned scholars."
Qin Zhaowan:......
She raised her hand and pressed her throbbing temples. Why wasn't she surprised at all?
The two sisters exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting confusion and seriousness.
In any case, with several imperial heirs traveling together, there must be skilled members of the Xuanji Guard secretly protecting them.
Could Yan Zhibai possibly harm Xiao Liu without anyone noticing, right under the noses of the Xuanji Guard?
The two shared the same opinion, both finding the guess somewhat absurd.
Qin Zhaowan took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over her younger siblings present, her voice solemn:
"This matter must not be made public, not a single word of it is to be revealed."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Little Qi and Little Ba huddled together, their two tender little faces filled with worry, their little hands unconsciously clenching together.
Xiao Jiu clung tightly to the edge of the bed, her big eyes filled with tears, her little mouth pouting as she tried her best not to cry, gazing longingly at her sleeping sixth sister on the bed.
"Fifth brother," Qin Zhaowan looked at Qin Jingzhan, "send someone to the Imperial Hospital immediately and tell them that I caught a chill last night and have a headache and feel unwell. Please ask Chief Physician Liao to come quickly."
"Okay! I'll go right away."
Qin Jingzhan dared not delay, and hurriedly turned and left, his clothes stirring up a gust of wind.
Qin Zhaowan then turned to the three younger children, softening her voice: "Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth, it's getting late. Would you like to go back and rest?"
"No!" Xiao Jiu immediately refused, her voice trembling with tears, her little hands gripping the bedpost tightly. "I want to watch over Sixth Sister! I promise I'll be good and won't make a fuss."
Xiao Qi and Xiao Ba nodded vigorously, their eyes resolute, silently expressing the same determination.
Upon hearing this, Qin Zhaowan did not insist any further.
Before long, Liao Qingyuan, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, arrived in a hurry.
This elderly hospital director, with his white hair and beard, has been keeping a low profile lately.
Despite his advanced age, he remains diligent, always keeping medical books by his side, truly embodying the spirit of lifelong learning.
There was no other way; despite such a huge blunder before, they still managed to diagnose the sixth princess as pregnant.
Even with his head still hanging on his neck, it was already an act of imperial grace.
As soon as Liao Qingyuan stepped inside, he felt an invisible pressure coming towards him.
The room was filled with the golden and precious imperial heirs, all their eyes fixed on him.
Alarm bells rang in his mind, and he quickly bowed respectfully, determined to be extremely cautious!
But after reviewing for a while, he regained his confidence.
A minor headache from a cold is absolutely no problem.
"No need for such formalities, Imperial Physician Liao." The Third Princess raised her hand in a gesture of support.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Liao Qingyuan stood up and looked at the Third Princess respectfully. "Your Highness, please allow this old minister to take your pulse."
"Come with me." The Third Princess turned around and led Liao Yuanzheng into the bedroom.
Liao Qingyuan understood that the imperial heir's medical records were always a palace secret, and it was common practice to avoid having others examine them.
However, he soon realized something was wrong.
Apart from the Third Princess, the other imperial heirs also silently followed in.
What... what's going on here? My mind was filled with doubts.
Upon entering the inner hall, Liao Qingyuan immediately spotted the Sixth Princess Qin Zhaoyue lying on the bed, and his heart skipped a beat.
That glimmer of confidence from just moments ago has quietly crumbled in a small corner.
Qin Zhaowan's voice was deep and serious: "Director Liao, Zhaoyue has suddenly fallen into a coma and cannot be woken up no matter how we call her. Please take a close look."
Liao Qingyuan: !!!
It's the Sixth Princess again!
He swallowed subconsciously, his Adam's apple bobbing, and forced himself to remain calm, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty, I obey."
He sat down on the embroidered stool by the bed, extended three fingers, and carefully placed them on Qin Zhaoyue's wrist pulse.
The moment his fingertips touched that warm skin, his hand trembled slightly involuntarily. He immediately steadied himself and calmed his mind.
With a flick of the finger, one can carefully observe the pulse within that tiny, delicate space.
After examining the left hand, switch to the right; after examining the right hand, switch back to the left...
The time it takes to drink a cup of tea passed quietly. He switched hands several times, but fine beads of cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, sliding down the deep wrinkles that crisscrossed his face.
What happened?
The pulse is deep and strong, with a regular rhythm, indicating abundant Qi and blood, and harmonious function of the five internal organs. This...
This is clearly a pulse from a perfectly healthy person, how could he possibly be in a coma?
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