Imperial Palace
Imperial Concubine Qing lazily lay on the imperial concubine couch in the bedroom, her eyes half open, her gaze hazy as if lost in endless thoughts. The maidservant beside her asked cautiously and softly:
"Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?" Imperial Concubine Qing waved her hand slightly and said slowly, "I was just wondering how to cure the poison that has infected the prince."
The maid was embarrassed, as if something was stuck in her throat, not daring to speak. Imperial Concubine Qing frowned, as if shrouded by a dark cloud, and racked her brains for various solutions.
Suddenly, she sat up straight as if struck by lightning, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes, like a shooting star across the night sky. "Although I've been searching for years and haven't found a Gu doctor who can cure the poison, I still believe there are Gu doctors among the people."
Imperial Concubine Qing muttered to herself. Without hesitation, she summoned her trusted eunuch and ordered him firmly, "Hurry and find a master of Gu techniques among the common people. Bring him to me without hesitation. Remember to do this secretly. Don't let Dong Jinguo know about it. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous. The prince might be poisoned again."
After receiving the order, the eunuch hurried away like an arrow. Concubine Qing cast her gaze out the window again, praying silently in her heart, hoping to find a magic way to remove the poison and save the Third Prince from danger.
Just when Concubine Qing was losing consciousness, Emperor Song came to her bedroom quietly like a ghost.
He gazed at his beloved concubine's charming and seductive posture as if he was admiring a rare treasure. He couldn't help but pick her up and gently sat on the bed.
"So lazy that you don't even want to eat?"
Concubine Qing's slender jade fingers, like green onions, gently picked up a lychee from the plate, as if holding a precious pearl, slowly peeled off the crystal clear skin, and carefully fed the tender white flesh like mutton-fat jade to Emperor Song.
"Your Majesty, I have been busy embroidering a gift for you all day. Am I not even allowed a moment to rest?"
The Song Emperor gently held the lychee flesh in his mouth and scratched Concubine Qing's nose with a smile, "Okay, okay, I will allow you to rest. But my beloved concubine has worked hard to embroider the gift for me."
Concubine Qing leaned on him:
"Your Majesty, I have heard that Lu Cifu has a concubine whom he particularly loves. Could you please invite her into the palace? I would like to see how stunning she is."
Emperor Song agreed without hesitation. She was just a concubine, and it would be good if she could help his beloved concubine relieve her boredom.
A dark light flashed across Concubine Qing's face, and a hint of guilt surged. This was what Dong Jinguo asked her to do, to let Mi Niang come to the palace and stay with her for a few days.
She had no choice. She and the third prince were both controlled by the poisonous insect. She couldn't gamble the prince's life for the love of an emperor.
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