Chapter 21 Heart Song Xie Jing opened his closed eyes, his gaze piercing through...
Xie Jing originally thought that everything would be fine after Yu Qing came and saw him. After being drowsy for a while, he heard someone say that the prince consort had just run to the palace and brought the imperial physician back directly.
I told you it's not necessary, but this guy still made a big fuss about it...
Yu Qing brought two imperial doctors, both of whom were old men. Their movements were so slow that it almost drove her crazy. Little did she know that the two men had been jogging after her.
They took the princess's pulse, stroked her beard and thought deeply, and then discussed writing a prescription outside.
She couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Sun, how is Her Highness?"
"Yes, it's the same symptoms as before," the imperial physician said. "Qi and blood are blocked, and the pulse is disordered. It's like this every time it occurs."
"Then what does the prescription you wrote have to do with it? Can it help His Highness get better soon?"
The imperial physician shook his head, and Yu Qing's heart sank again.
"This disease is strange and bizarre, and no one has ever suffered from it except Your Highness. Every time Your Highness suffers from an attack, his bones and tendons experience excruciating pain. From this point of view, it is a congenital deficiency and cannot be diagnosed or treated. However, your life should be safe. I have prescribed this prescription to help soothe the qi and blood and reduce the pain."
Yu Qing was horrified by this description. The maid said Qingjia had always had this ailment and was used to it. How painful must it have been for so many years?
Seeing the helpless look on the imperial physician's face, I'm afraid that the so-called absence of life-threatening injuries was just luck.
There's no cure anyway, so I just gave her some medicine and told her to take it and get over it. Who knows if there will be an accident next time?
If the patient were a favored descendant of the emperor, no matter how difficult it was, a solution would have to be found. At the very least, a dedicated imperial physician would have been assigned to attend to the patient. This time, they were evading and procrastinating for so long, as they must have done countless times before. It's said that Qingjia is the empress's adopted daughter. If the empress truly loved her, she wouldn't be so disrespected.
Yu Qing couldn't help but clench his hands.
"Go find the best medicinal herbs. If they can't be found outside, have the butler take my badge to the Imperial Hospital to ask for them... I'll go in and see the princess."
She tiptoed to the outside of the bedroom, and the maid serving the princess whispered, "Prince, His Highness is resting."
"Well... I won't bother her," Yu Qing said, "I'm just worried."
Looking at Qingjia's pale face, Yu Qing felt very uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do.
When Mrs. Lu heard that the princess was seriously ill, she was also shocked. She came over to take a look and listened to Yu Qing's explanation of the situation.
Mothers are naturally compassionate, and Mrs. Lu's face was filled with worry when she heard this: "How could she have such a disease? She has suffered so much since she was a child. Poor child... Tell them to take good care of the princess, and send someone to tell me if anything happens."
After a quick lunch, Yu Qing had no appetite and didn't feel like going anywhere else, so he decided to stay in Wenhua Garden.
Because of the intermittent pain, Xie Jing couldn't sleep well. When he woke up, Qiu Lian asked him if he wanted to eat something, but he shook his head, saying he had no appetite.
"The medicine is ready and warming. Please have someone bring it in."
"Is it the imperial physician's medicine?" Xie Jing asked, "If you don't want to take it, leave it there."
These symptoms of his are all artificial, and he will have to take the corresponding antidote in the future.
It would be strange if the imperial physician could cure it. The medicines he prescribed were useless. I drank countless random medicinal soups, but at most they only gave me temporary relief. I felt even more dizzy after the effect wore off.
"After all, it was the imperial physician specially invited by the Prince Consort," Qiu Lian whispered, "and the Prince Consort hasn't left yet."
"What is he doing here... He's not a doctor."
"He just heard that you were awake and wanted to come and see you again."
What a hassle. Xie Jing thought, is this going to end?
He probably looked like a dead person now. Normally, he definitely didn't want to show himself in such a miserable state.
It would have been fine if Yu Qing could have been scared away, but this guy just kept moving forward.
"Your Highness hasn't eaten anything today. Would you like some light dishes to be served?" Yu Qing asked the maid at the door.
"No need," Xie Jing managed to say, "I can't eat."
Yu Qing sighed: "But I'm going to take the medicine later. If I don't eat something, it will hurt my stomach..."
“…”
Xie Jing just wanted to hold his forehead with his hand now. When he looked up, he found that Yu Qing didn't even wear the crown today. Her hair, which was originally simply tied up, was a little loose and a little crooked, probably because of running.
He is usually very organized, so it's rare to see him like this.
"Is this how you got to the Imperial Hospital...?"
A barely perceptible smile flashed across Qingjia's face, and a bit of spirit appeared on his frail face. Yu Qing was stunned: "Huh?"
Xie Jing said: "My hair is loose, I don't know."
Yu Qing raised his hand and touched the back of his head, and smiled helplessly: "I am sorry that I am embarrassed by my disheveled appearance, Your Highness."
She casually untied her hairband, smoothed down her loose hair, and then tied it back on deftly.
Somehow, when Yu Qing untied her hair, Xie Jing looked at her and inexplicably felt a sense of strangeness. She had a different temperament from usual.
Seeing that the princess was still looking at him, Yu Qing asked, "What's wrong?"
Xie Jing recovered and said, "There's still one wisp."
There was still a little bit of half-long hair hanging down by Yu Qing's temples. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the hair that Yu Qing had missed, but stopped halfway, feeling that he was too sick to be in a daze, and he didn't know what he was doing.
Yu Qing didn't pay attention. She thought the princess was just pointing at her to remind her. She touched her temples and casually tucked her hair behind her ears.
"Take the medicine and see if it helps. I think the imperial physician's prescriptions are only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. They're not going to work," Yu Qing said. "I've also made friends with some famous wandering scholars, and I've been sending letters these past few days to see if I can find a miraculous doctor from the outside world. We have to find a way to cure this disease. The imperial physicians in the capital are limited in their knowledge, and doctors outside may have seen similar cases."
Xie Jing: "...This is a congenital hidden disease, it can't be cured, so there's no need to bother with this."
Yu Qing said softly, "Don't think like that. Everything depends on human effort. There will always be a way."
The princess was still so young, and she must have accumulated too much frustration in the past, so she had no hope. She had to do her best to encourage her no matter what.
"I was planning to go to Tanyin Temple in the next couple of days, but my rest period is almost over..." Yu Qing thought for a moment and decided, "I'll write a memorial to His Majesty and ask for a few more days of rest. When you're better, you can go to court again."
Xie Jing felt bad when he heard this and quickly stopped him: "How can that be? You are a minister, don't delay your important work for me."
Yu Qing thought to himself that since he didn't have to lead troops to fight, what important work could he do?
Being in the capital was nothing more than commanding a garrison, training soldiers, and strengthening patrols—anyone could do that. None of these were as important as being a princess.
Xie Jing originally wanted to use his illness as an excuse to avoid Yu Qing for a while so that he could calm down and think of a solution.
He never expected that it would backfire. Not only did he not get what he wanted, but it looked like Yu Qing was going to keep pestering him.
"Really, there's no need," Xie Jing said. "I'm actually worried about you being like this... Why don't you go to Tanyin Temple tomorrow and burn some incense for me? Maybe that will help me get better faster."
Yu Qing frowned and agreed reluctantly.
The medicine prescribed by the imperial physician had a calming effect, and the princess fell into a light sleep after taking it.
Yu Qing left for the time being and asked Qiu Lian and Dong Li in detail about the princess's illness. They had served the princess for many years and must know it very well.
After she understood the situation, she could go back and write a letter to ask her friends to help her find medical treatment outside.
After watching Yu Qing leave, Qiu Lian also breathed a sigh of relief.
She also didn't expect that when the prince consort heard that the prince was ill, he would be busy by his side for a whole day.
The imperial physician's medicine had limited effect. As night fell, Xie Jing woke up and groaned in discomfort. He felt the maid occasionally come over to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"What time?"
"In the middle of the Xu hour."
The pain is always more obvious at night than during the day. Xie Jing guessed that he would not be able to sleep.
When he was a child, he also had countless sleepless nights. Back then, he was not so tolerant. Tears streamed down his face in pain, and he curled up in his bed, missing his mother and brother. But no one was there, and he was alone.
Before his elder brother got into trouble, he briefly had family, care and companionship, and that warmth became his only hope.
Although there hasn't been much change since I moved from the palace to the Marquis' Mansion, I'm at least a little closer to hope. Once everything is settled and my brother returns from Nanzhao, I can...
Xie Jing was lost in thought. He felt Qiu Lian leave for a moment, then come closer again and say in embarrassment, "Your Highness, the Prince Consort is here again."
Xie Jing groaned inwardly. He couldn't sleep to begin with, and Yu Qing's presence only made it worse.
"Why is it coming again..." He complained in a low voice, "Don't let him in, I feel uncomfortable."
Yu Qing was waiting outside the hall. Qiu Lian came out and told her not to go into the inner room. She said, "Is His Highness asleep? That's fine too."
Qiu Lian said, "...No, Your Highness is awake. It's just late at night, and it's not convenient for him to see anyone. I have already conveyed the Prince Consort's wishes to Your Highness."
Yu Qing said, "Is her condition getting worse again? I'll go get the imperial physician."
Qiu Lian hurriedly stopped Yu Qing from making any more trouble and said, "Don't. If you ask someone to come over again, I'm afraid it will disturb His Highness again. His Highness can't sleep and just wants some peace and quiet."
Yu Qing understood and thought that Qingjia must be feeling very uncomfortable now.
She had been wounded by a sword before. After the anesthetic wore off, the wound started to hurt and she couldn't sleep well all night. She had to divert her attention elsewhere to feel better.
If this was a minor injury, Qingjia's must be more serious. She was a general, so it would be easier for her to recover. As long as she could eat and sleep, she would be fine soon.
But Qingjia is weak to begin with. She hardly eats or drinks all day and can't sleep at night. How can she get better?
Yu Qing thought about it and asked the servant to go to Huaifeng Pavilion to help her get something.
“…It seems like there’s a sound?”
There seemed to be a long and leisurely music in his ears, as clear and distant as the wind, which made the depressed Xie Jing open his eyes.
He almost thought he was hallucinating.
"...Can you hear me?" Xie Jing asked.
Both maids said they could hear it. Xie Jing thought to himself that it wasn't just the pain that had caused his brain to malfunction.
Not knowing where this song came from, Dong Li said he would go out and take a look.
The melody rose and fell, flowing and graceful. His attention was briefly diverted from the aching bones and blood vessels. He breathed in rhythm with the rhythm, and it seemed that he felt a little better, and his mind unconsciously emptied.
The music continued for a long time. After a while, Xie Jing felt a little drowsy. He thought that even if it was a banquet, it was too late. Besides, his courtyard was deep in the marquis' mansion and it was always quiet. The sounds from outside rarely traveled so far.
He murmured, "What is this, a flute..."
Dong Li had returned a long time ago. When he heard Xie Jing's question, he replied in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's the prince's flute music."
Xie Jing opened his closed eyes, staring blankly through the hanging gauze curtain.
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