"What do you mean?"
Concerning her son's life, Consort Ning had no choice but to be cautious.
Moreover, Lin Qingwan had just come up with a prescription to treat the plague, which shows that she was much more useful than the useless people in the Imperial Hospital.
However, Lin Qingwan was just saying it casually, thinking that she should save her own life first.
But since things have come to this, we can only take it one step at a time.
"With the Imperial Concubine in charge of the inner palace, what kind of doctors and herbs can't she obtain? How could the prince's illness not get better? But recently, it seems to be getting more and more out of control."
Consort Ning's face darkened.
"The only explanation is that there's something wrong with the medication he usually takes." Lin Qingwan appeared calm, but her heart was pounding harder and harder.
Consort Ning narrowed her eyes. Daoist Wuyuan was introduced to her by her confidant three years ago. Regardless of whether his abilities were genuine or not, he at least gave Zhao Yan, who had attempted suicide several times, renewed hope for life.
For the past three years, the Taoist priest has been responsible for treating Zhao Yan's health.
Everything was fine until that night in the flower garden. Zhao Yan suddenly went crazy and didn't recognize anyone. The way she looked... she still feels scared when she thinks about it.
But Lin Qingwan's words made her waver.
Consort Ning's thoughts were written all over her face, and Lin Qingwan's heart tightened. "The Prince obviously lost control again just now. I can prepare some medicine for the Prince. Your Highness can see the effect and know whether I am lying or not."
"If you intend to take this opportunity to kill Yan'er..."
Lin Qingwan: "My life is in your hands. I'm doing these things to live, not to die."
"I hope Your Highness can regain your senses, because I am really not Xue Jianqing."
Consort Ning pondered for a moment, then instructed a palace maid to bring in paper and pen.
"If you try anything funny, I guarantee you'll die a horrible death."
Lin Qingwan took a deep breath. "May I see the prince's previous prescription to avoid any conflicting medications?"
She didn't actually know medicine, only pharmacology. Moreover, the secret formulas from the Southern Frontier were tricky, and if she could master them, then the medicinal herbs from the Central Plains would be no challenge for her.
Often, she determined the dosage based on the imperial physician's previous prescriptions, so the difficulty lay only in analyzing the prescriptions.
Changfeng said worriedly, "Your Majesty, once the porridge is served, the Crown Prince will find out she is not here, and then it will be troublesome."
Consort Ning scoffed, "How dare the Crown Prince enter my room?"
The empress couldn't defeat her, and neither could her son.
"Let him go wherever he wants to look, it's none of my business."
Changfeng added, "Your Majesty, she refuses to write down the prescription for the plague."
Consort Ning raised a brow with her phoenix eyes, her noble air tinged with a cold, murderous aura. "Let's see if her medicine can help the prince first. As long as she can concoct it, the imperial physicians can simply follow suit. We'll have plenty of ways to get her to write it down."
Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief. If the prince had even a fraction of the empress's ruthlessness, he would have succeeded long ago.
He can't always be defeated by women.
Lin Qingwan deliberately delayed, revising the prescription several times. Consort Ning couldn't wait any longer. "I'll give you the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Don't try anything funny."
Lin Qingwan looked completely innocent. "It concerns the prince's life, so I have to be careful."
Consort Ning's bright red lips curved slightly into a smile. "Don't worry. Someone will taste it for His Highness first."
Lin Qingwan's heart sank into an abyss.
Half an hour later, Changfeng brought in the medicine. "Your Majesty, it's fine."
Consort Ning's eyes lit up. "Help Yan'er get up. I will feed him myself."
Lin Qingwan was blocked on both sides by two guards. She obediently sat by the window and watched Consort Ning feed the Prince Jing medicine. She would blow on it to cool it down first, then taste it herself to make sure it wasn't too hot before feeding it to him.
Even such a ruthless imperial concubine was full of maternal glow in front of her son, which shows how happy Prince Jing must have been, being pampered by the emperor and the imperial concubine since childhood.
Now let's look at Crown Prince Zhao Cong...
Just thinking about him makes me feel lonely.
He was dedicated to repairing ditches for the people, but he also had to make sure Feng'er was settled in advance. He was walking on thin ice in the deep palace, and probably no one would believe it if he told others.
After King Jing finished drinking the medicine, another long wait ensued. The sky gradually darkened, the sounds outside faded, and the porridge was finally served.
Lin Qingwan knew that the Crown Prince would definitely come looking for her.
"Cough cough."
Zhao Yan woke up.
"Yan'er, how do you feel?" Consort Ning asked with a worried expression, but her tone was very gentle.
Zhao Yan rubbed her temples. "Oh, my head hurts."
But his eyes were no longer red.
Consort Ning turned around, her sharp gaze fixed on Lin Qingwan. "Why do you have a headache?"
Lin Qingwan: "The prince's illness is all concentrated in his head. How can one dose of medicine cure him? Moreover, his body is used to suppressing poison with poison. Suddenly drinking medicine to disperse poison will make him feel uncomfortable."
"Then write another prescription to relieve his pain."
Lin Qingwan said helplessly, "Removing the poison is never easy. If you want to be able to wake up in the future, you have to endure this pain."
Consort Ning gritted her teeth.
"Mother, please don't hurt her." Zhao Yan tugged at her sleeve. "She was the one who saved me last time."
"If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be alive today."
Consort Ning's eyes reddened. "Don't think like that. You'll get better."
Zhao Yan frowned, feeling too uncomfortable to speak.
At this moment, the Crown Prince's men came to knock on the door.
Consort Ning had Lin Qingwan's mouth covered and locked in an inner room before leaving herself.
Shen Xu stepped aside, and Zhao Cong stepped forward to bow to Consort Ning, his sharp gaze fixed on her brow. "This afternoon, Consort Ning's men impersonated my guards and took away Lin Qingwan. Now, I request that Your Highness return her."
Consort Ning sneered, "The Crown Prince spouts nonsense as soon as he opens his mouth; I don't understand it."
Zhao Cong was impatient. He had received the news an hour earlier, but he was too busy with other matters to get away, so he only allowed Shen Xu to search the area.
"I'm not interested in saying much more to Your Majesty anyway." He pointed a finger, "Chen Xu, search!"
Consort Ning's smile froze. "You dare!"
Zhao Cong's face was as cold as ice for millennia. "Search!"
Consort Ning was visibly panicked. "Changfeng, stop them for me!"
"Your Highness, you dare to offend me! His Majesty will not let you off easily!"
Zhao Cong's eyes flashed with a cruel sharpness. "Dozens or even hundreds of infected patients survived only because of Lin Qingwan. When the Imperial Concubine targeted her, did she even consider whether she could leave Chaoning Street?"
"Even if Father Emperor knew, at this critical juncture, do you think he would abandon the people for your sake?"
"Your Highness, you overestimate yourself!"
Consort Ning swayed, "You..."
Zhao Cong hissed, "Get out of the way!"
Consort Ning's mind raced, forcing herself to calm down. "When A-Yan goes crazy, he doesn't recognize even his own family. You've seen it with your own eyes."
“He’s convinced that Lin Qingwan will become Xue Jianqing. If you go in and try to take her away, he might do something impulsive.”
"If this gets out of hand, it won't look good."
"How about this, Your Highness, wait for me for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and I will persuade A-Yan to come out."
Zhao Cong narrowed his eyes, "The Imperial Concubine has little credibility with me."
Consort Ning choked up, "Lin Qingwan refuses to accept Yan'er, and he even intends to lead people to their deaths. If the Crown Prince is not afraid that Lin Qingwan will die inside, then search as you please."
Zhao Cong hesitated.
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