Chapter 36
After Vice President Lin left, Song Qingying summoned Shang Lin for an inquiry, feeling somewhat distrustful of this imperial physician.
"Do you know this physician, Shang Lin? You've been in the palace for a long time," Song Qingying, appearing frail on the bed, asked.
"I do. His name is Lin Jing, the Deputy Chief Physician of the Imperial Medical Bureau. He reached such a high position at a young age. If not for his youth, he might have become the chief," Shang Lin informed.
"Then his medical skills must be exceptional?" Song Qingying pressed.
"Indeed," Shang Lin confirmed.
Dismissing Shang Lin, Song Qingying reflected bitterly on the backstabbing nature of the palace. Despite her robust health before, just two months in the palace had weakened her.
That evening, after taking the medicine prescribed by Vice President Lin, she went to bed, expecting to feel better the next day. Instead, she found herself weaker, unable to speak, eat, or move, as if gravely ill, causing panic in Yi Ran Ju.
Cui Xi hurried to summon the imperial physician, and Lin Jing, the deputy chief, came again.
Lying in bed, Song Qingying felt deathly weak, questioning how she could deteriorate so rapidly after merely vomiting and taking medicine. Was she dying?
Deep Bi and Light Hong stayed by her side, reluctant to leave.
Upon Lin Jing's arrival, Deep Bi urgently asked, "What's wrong with our lady? She looks even worse after taking the medicine."
Lin Jing looked at the person lying on the bed, a fire kindled in his heart. So beautiful! Pale, weak, on the brink of death, even more beautiful than the day before.
"I will take the lady's pulse first," Lin Jing said.
Qing Hong gently took out Song Qingying's arm, laid out the handkerchief, and whispered to Song Qingying, "My lady, Deputy Chief Physician Lin is here to take your pulse."
Song Qingying moved her fingers slightly in response.
Lin Jing approached Song Qingying but hesitated to reach out and feel her pulse. He was trembling, afraid his shaking hands would betray him.
"Deputy Chief Physician Lin? What's the matter?" Shen Bi, noticing Lin Jing staring blankly at their mistress, called out to him.
Lin Jing jolted, sat down on the stool, and began to take Song Qingying's pulse. What's there to check? Her condition is obviously due to the medicine he had given... Lin Jing wanted to laugh, to laugh madly. He slowly felt the pulse under the handkerchief, so weak, so slow, as if it could stop at any moment...
Shen Bi, seeing Lin Jing taking the pulse for so long, couldn't help but step forward, "Deputy Chief Physician Lin? What exactly is wrong with our lady?"
Lin Jing turned his head and smiled at Shen Bi, "I mentioned yesterday that the lady is weak and needs long-term care. Recovery won't be immediate."
Shen Bi frowned, "How can this be? Wasn't our lady always in good health?"
"The pulse is as it is. She seemed well before because it hadn't manifested. Now, it has," Lin Jing said.
"What should we do then? Is there any serious problem with our lady?" Qing Hong asked.
"Careful nursing is all that's needed, and there won't be any serious issues." But she won't recover either. The fire within Lin Jing threatened to consume him; he glanced at Song Qingying again, "Continue with the medicine, I will return tomorrow."
Cui Xi respectfully saw Lin Jing out. After taking the medicine, Song Qingying fell into a deep sleep, casting a gloom over Yi Ran Residence.
The news of Song Qingying's sudden illness, so soon after receiving imperial favor, couldn't be concealed from the watchful eyes of the harem.
"Could she be feigning illness to gain the Emperor's attention? He just favored her, and now she's suddenly sick after visiting Consort Liu," Empress Song speculated with her maid, Cuiwei.
"I don't think so, Your Majesty. Lady Song has only been in the palace for a short while. How could she manipulate Vice President Lin? It must be a genuine illness," Cuiwei opined.
After a moment of silence, Empress Song decided, "If she's truly ill, I shall visit her."
Empress Song, with some nourishing gifts, made her first visit to Yi Ran Ju. Despite the plaque hanging at the entrance, she found the courtyard lacking in comparison to her own luxurious Chaoyang Palace, thinking Song Qingying unfortunate to reside in such a modest place, falling ill so soon after gaining favor.
Aside from Song Qingying, everyone else came out to greet the Empress. Empress Song glanced at Xiang Qiao, having no desire for further conversation, and instructed them to rise.
"Xiang Qiao, lead me to Lady Song," the Empress commanded.
Xiangqiao finally had her moment of triumph, eagerly leading Empress Song into the inner chamber.
Shenbi hurried to follow, but with Empress Song accompanied by four maids, plus Xiangqiao, the six of them crowded around Song Qingying, making it impossible for Shenbi to get through, leaving her frantically pacing in distress. Qinghong gently tugged at Shenbi's hand, giving her a meaningful look, signaling her to stay calm.
"Sixth sister?" Empress Song seated herself at the bedside and softly called out.
Hearing her name, Song Qingying struggled to open her eyes or speak, managing only a slight twitch of her fingers.
Empress Song was taken aback by the severity of her illness.
"Sixth sister? Your sister has come to see you." Empress Song called again, and with great effort, Song Qingying briefly opened her eyes to glance at Empress Song before closing them again.
Empress Song was startled and quickly checked Song Qingying's breathing. She was still alive, but a moment ago, she seemed as if she was on the verge of death.
"What happened to Lady Song?" Seeing Song Qingying's condition, Empress Song doubted she was feigning illness and questioned Xiangqiao.
Seizing the opportunity to complain, Xiangqiao knelt down and said, "I am useless, for I have not taken good care of Lady Song. But I couldn't get close to her; it was Shenbi and Qinghong who were attending to her." Xiangqiao glanced accusingly at Shenbi and Qinghong as she spoke.
Shenbi was pulled down to kneel by Qinghong, who said, "We were the ones attending to her, please forgive us, Your Highness."
"Forgive you? Lady Song is my legitimate cousin and was in good health. It must be your negligence that has brought her to this state! Seize them!" Empress Song commanded sternly.
Hearing this, Shenbi felt both angry and afraid, while Qinghong, fearing Shenbi's impulsiveness, gripped her hand tightly to restrain her. The eunuchs following Empress Song restrained the two, as Qinghong whispered to Shenbi, "It's okay, don't react rashly."
Empress Song's outburst at the maids was actually a final test for Song Qingying. If she were pretending, she wouldn't allow her favorite maids to be taken away. Yet, Song Qingying remained silent and motionless, as if asleep or even dead.
Empress Song, observing Song Qingying's deathly pallor, felt a sudden fear. Initially wanting to execute the maids on the spot, she reconsidered, saying, "Lock up those maids for now. Once Lady Song recovers, she can decide their fate. Xiangqiao, you will serve her closely, and Xiangsui will stay as well. You must take good care of Lady Song, or I will not forgive you!"
Although Song Qingying couldn't speak or open her eyes, she could vaguely hear Empress Song's words. Desperate, she tried to speak or open her eyes, but to no avail. What had happened to her...
After giving her instructions, Empress Song left. Qinghong and Shenbi were taken away, while Shanglin and Cuixi dared not speak, their concern growing. Cuixi, in particular, kept saying to Shanglin, "The Emperor used to come often, why hasn't he come now?"
Shanglin also wondered why the Emperor hadn't visited. Now that Lady Song was surrounded by Empress Song's people, Shanglin doubted any sisterly affection. If there were true affection, Lady Song wouldn't be kept away from Xiangqiao.
Not only did Empress Song leave Xiangsui behind, but she also left two eunuchs to monitor every move of Shanglin and Cuixi.
Emperor Zhao Heng had intended to visit Yiran Residence yesterday, wanting to question Song Qingying personally, still willing to trust her. However, before his visit, Lu Deli brought news from a spy in Consort Liu's palace, reporting that Lord Liu had delivered a sachet to Consort Liu, who immediately wore it.
Zhao Heng initially didn't take it seriously, but then Meng Changhuai sent the formula and antidote for the Heart-Eating Powder. Connecting the dots, Zhao Heng went to Consort Liu's palace, suspecting something amiss with her sachet.
Last night, as Zhao Heng approached Consort Liu, he detected a faint fragrance that was refreshing yet carried a subtle scent identical to the antidote sent by Meng Changhuai. It dawned on Zhao Heng that the sachet contained the antidote for the Heart-Eating Powder.
To avoid alarming anyone, Zhao Heng stayed the night in Consort Liu's palace, pretending to be relaxed and fell asleep as soon as he went to bed.
Consort Liu thought the sachet contained an aphrodisiac, not realizing it was a sedative, which upset her. She couldn't understand why her brother would send such a thing, insisting she never part with it.
After learning about the involvement of Consort Liu and her brother in the poisoning, Zhao Heng was naturally busy making arrangements for a thorough investigation, on top of the ongoing inquiries into the ministers by his personal guards and Meng Changhuai's investigation into his own poisoning. With report after report coming in, Zhao Heng was too occupied even to drink tea, let alone visit Yiran Residence.
By the time Zhao Heng learned of Song Qingying's severe illness, it was already two days later.
Zhao Heng kicked Lu Deli squarely in the chest, "Why are you only saying this now!"
Lu Deli, not daring to feel wronged, simply said, "I happened to encounter Vice Director Lin the day before yesterday, who mentioned that Lady Song was merely weak and would recover with rest, and there was nothing serious. Who knew that just now, Shang Lin came saying Lady Song has become so severely ill..."
"I'll see Lady Song myself. If anything happens to her, prepare yourself for a thousand cuts and slashes!" Zhao Heng kicked Lu Deli once more.
Lu Deli hurriedly got up and followed Zhao Heng from a distance, knowing that even if he didn't die, he would certainly lose a layer of skin.
Zhao Heng passed by the Yi Ran Residence, ignoring everyone kneeling on the ground, and strode directly to Song Qingying's bedside. He stared blankly at the person on the bed, unable to believe his eyes... In just three or four days, such a lively and lovely person had become completely lifeless, pale as paper.
Zhao Heng approached, gently calling out, "Xiaoying'er, I've arrived too late."
By this time, Song Qingying's mind was increasingly muddled, and she was completely immobile, but she understood that she wasn't just weak; she had been harmed to this state.
Chapter 37
Although Song Qingying was still conscious, she couldn't move. She knew Zhao Heng had arrived and was anxious but couldn't speak at all.
Zhao Heng never imagined that in just a few days, Song Qingying would become so ill. He felt as if his heart was being sliced with knives, realizing his negligence. Watching Song Qingying in her coma, he couldn't help but step forward to caress her pale cheek. He had promised to cherish her above all else, yet had let her fall into such a state.
"What happened! When I left that day, she was fine. How could she have become like this in just a few days!" Zhao Heng stormed out of the inner chamber, roaring at the servants kneeling on the ground.
Shang Lin hurried forward and said, "Your Majesty, we don't know what exactly happened to Lady Song. It was Shen Bi and Qing Hong who were attending to her that day."
"Where are they! Bring them here to answer!" Zhao Heng bellowed.
"They were taken away by the Imperial Consort," Shang Lin said.
"Lu Deli, bring them back to me!" Zhao Heng glared coldly at Lu Deli, who felt a sinking feeling, fearing he couldn't escape punishment this time, especially since even Qing Hong had been taken. He hurriedly ran towards the Changyang Palace.
Zhao Heng turned back into the inner chamber and sat beside Song Qingying's bed. Holding her hand, he was filled with remorse. If Xiao Ying'er were to leave this world, he would regret it for life. She disliked the harem and wanted to leave; she didn't dare to defy her family or him. Despite her reluctance, he still forced her to stay. Having kept her, he had promised to protect her... Zhao Heng's eyes reddened as he kissed Song Qingying's hand.
"Xiao Ying'er, what exactly is wrong with you? Please, wake up," Zhao Heng finally let a tear drop onto Song Qingying's hand.
Song Qingying moved her fingers, and Zhao Heng quickly lifted her hand, placing it near her face, "Xiao Ying'er?"
Song Qingying lifted her hand and then let it fall, simply lacking the strength.
Seeing Song Qingying could move her hand, Zhao Heng eagerly held it. Song Qingying used her thumb to draw a "cross" on Zhao Heng's hand, then her strength faded, and her hand dropped.
"Xiaoying'er?" Zhao Heng called out to Song Qingying again, but she showed no response whatsoever.
Zhao Heng placed Song Qingying's hand back under the blanket, having felt her draw a "cross" on his hand. What did that mean?
Lu Deli brought Shend Bi and Qing Hong back, fortunately not having been punished, just starved for two days, leaving them somewhat weak. Both were extremely anxious upon learning that Song Qingying was still unconscious.
Shend Bi and Qing Hong came to Song Qingying's bedside. Zhao Heng glanced at Song Qingying again and called the two out.
"Start from the beginning, leave no detail untold. What exactly happened to the Lady!" Zhao Heng demanded sternly.
"Your Majesty! After the Lady had her evening meal that day, waiting for you, I heard you had gone to Consort Zhao's quarters and informed the Lady. After hearing this, she vomited everything she had eaten. Cui Xi then summoned Vice Director Lin, but the medication made things worse instead of better. Later, the Noble Consort visited and, thinking we hadn't taken good care of her, had us locked up," Shend Bi said all in one breath.
Zhao Heng looked towards Qing Hong, "Is that so?"
Qing Hong nodded, "Yes. The Lady has always been strong, yet Vice Director Lin claimed she had always been weak, just not evidently so."
Vice Director Lin, doesn't "Lin" contain "wood"? Zhao Heng asked, "Was he the only physician summoned?"
Qing Hong said, "That was the case before we were locked up; afterwards, we didn't know."
Shang Lin hurriedly said, "Only Vice Director Lin was summoned, who kept saying the Lady was fine and would recover in a few days, telling us not to worry, but we couldn't help it and boldly went to find Manager Lu."
"Lu Deli, summon all the physicians from the Imperial Medical Bureau!" Zhao Heng commanded, regardless of whether the "cross" Song Qingying drew was referring to Vice Director Lin, intending to have several physicians examine her.
"All of you, rise. Those from Changyang Palace, you may return. Tell your Imperial Consort that she has done well, and I have taken note," Zhao Heng said coldly.
Xiang Sui and the two eunuchs heard this and hurriedly kowtowed before retreating. Zhao Heng then looked at Xiang Qiao, "Aren't you also from Changyang Palace? Leave with them."
Xiang Qiao quickly responded, "Your Majesty, I am no longer with Changyang Palace. The Imperial Consort has already given me to Lady Song."
"What? Are my words meaningless now?" Zhao Heng glanced at Xiang Qiao.
Xiang Qiao dared not say more and hurriedly followed Xiang Sui and the others out.
It wasn't long before Lu Deli arrived with the physicians. Nearly a dozen physicians from the Imperial Medical Bureau were summoned, including Deputy Chief Physician Lin.
Zhao Heng looked at the crowd, recalling his own poisoning incident, treated by the same group who failed to diagnose him correctly. He wondered if their incompetence was due to their lack of skill or because they harbored ulterior motives.
"Who diagnosed Lady Song and prescribed her medicine?" Zhao Heng asked.
"It was I," Lin Jing stepped forward.
"What ailment does Lady Song suffer from?" Zhao Heng eyed Lin Jing, remembering him from when the Empress Dowager was ill.
"Lady Song is not ill, merely weaker than the average person," Lin Jing replied calmly.
"Absurd! How can she be in a comatose state without being ill?" Zhao Heng said coldly.
"Your Majesty, Lady Song is indeed not ill, just physically weaker than others. I heard that the day marked her first time serving Your Majesty, which might have been too much for her, leading to her current state. Please be assured, Your Majesty, Lady Song will recover in a few days," Lin Jing said, feeling a surge of irritation inside.
Without responding to Lin Jing's words, Zhao Heng turned to the physicians, "One by one, go in and diagnose Lady Song."
After finishing, Zhao Heng entered the inner chamber first, followed by an elderly physician.
The elderly physician came to Song Qingying's bedside with Zhao Heng, who said, "Diagnose carefully. I cannot believe that a person can become like this after just one night's attendance!"
The elderly physician wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded vigorously, "This servant will do his utmost."
Shend Bi hurriedly assisted, while the elderly physician tremulously took Song Qingying's pulse, taking a long time before finally withdrawing his hand.
"How is it?" Zhao Heng asked.
"To report to Your Majesty, Lady Song indeed has a weak constitution, but truly... truly, she shows no signs of illness," the senior physician whispered.
Suddenly remembering something, Qinghong approached Zhao Heng and whispered a few words to him. Zhao Heng nodded at Qinghong, who then turned and left. Shortly after, she returned, holding a package in her arms.
Qinghong walked up to the senior physician and unfolded the package, revealing a bundle of medicinal dregs: "Physician, could you please check if there's anything wrong with these medicines?"
The senior physician pinched and sniffed the dregs, finally trembling as he said, "These medicines are all tonics. I cannot see anything amiss."
Qinghong added, "Please take a closer look! Let me tell you, our Lady became like this after taking these medicines. You'd better be thorough."
Lady Songqingying's condition rapidly deteriorated instead of improving after taking the medicines. At that moment, Qinghong was extra cautious and saved the dregs of that day's medicine, hiding them in the vegetable garden.
After examining for a long time, the senior physician still couldn't find anything. Seeing Zhao Heng's displeased expression, the physician could only keep kowtowing.
Seeing this, Zhao Heng asked, "Will Lady Song truly awaken in a few days?"
The elderly physician said, "Apart from being weak, Lady Song has no serious issues and should wake up."
"Enough, you may leave now. Summon the next physician, and do not mention the medicine residues," Zhao Heng ordered.
After the elderly physician left, another physician came in, and the diagnosis was the same. Several physicians came in succession, all reaching the same conclusion: Lady Song was weak but would soon wake up.
Losing patience, Zhao Heng angrily dismissed all the physicians.
With troubles already abounding, the addition of Song Qingying's condition made Zhao Heng sigh, feeling helpless. He sat by Song Qingying, holding her hand, and whispered, "Xiao Ying'er, I forbid anything to happen to you. Wake up soon, and I will take you to Nan Zhao Mountain."
Song Qingying's fingers twitched. Knowing she could hear him, Zhao Heng said joyfully, "Xiao Ying'er, can you hear me? If yes, move your hand."
Song Qingying moved her hand. Zhao Heng quickly asked, "Did Physician Lin do something to you? If yes, move your hand again." It moved again.
Zhao Heng understood; it was indeed Physician Lin. He reassured, "Don't worry, I will make sure you are healed."
Song Qingying had used up all her strength and could no longer move her fingers. She still had thoughts but they were becoming blurrier.
Zhao Heng kissed Song Qingying's face and turned to Lu Deli, "Arrest Physician Lin. I will interrogate him myself."
Lu Deli hurriedly took people to the Imperial Medical Bureau to arrest someone. Zhao Heng also instructed Qing Hong, "Package the medicine residues. From now on, stay by Lady Song's side without leaving her for a moment, and don't let anyone else approach."
"Yes!" Qing Hong quickly agreed.
Shen Bi looked at Qing Hong, remembering how Qing Hong had calmly assured them everything would be fine before their arrest, not realizing she was the Emperor's confidant...
Zhao Heng returned to his study, ordering several eunuchs to guard Yi Ran Residence and called out the personal guards who had accompanied him to Luming Mountain last time.
"Go to Luming Mountain and invite the ancient physician. If he refuses to come, show him the medicine residues and ask for an antidote. If he cannot provide an antidote, bring him back by force," Zhao Heng commanded.
The guard received the order and left. Lude reported that Doctor Lin had been taken to the secret chamber.
Accompanied by Lude, Zhao Heng went to the secret chamber, where Lin was already tied to a wooden post. Seeing Zhao Heng, Lin, far from being frightened, even laughed.
Zhao Heng said to Lude, "Keep him quiet; I want to ask him questions."
Lude, filled with grievances with nowhere to vent, took it all out on Lin. Unexpectedly, Lin was not afraid of pain. The louder the whip cracked, the more hysterically he laughed, and he kept talking nonsense. Zhao Heng, disgusted by what he heard, frowned and ordered Lude to stop.
"What did you do to Lady Song?" Zhao Heng demanded fiercely.
"Hahaha... That was my masterpiece. How is it? Beautiful, isn't it? It's a pity, you found out so soon; I didn't even get to enjoy it! You're lucky! Hahaha..." Lin laughed even more maniacally.
Hearing Lin's intentions towards Song Qingying, Zhao Heng was enraged and pulled a sword from the wall, striking at Lin. Lin finally became frightened: "Don't kill me, I can tell you something about the Noble Consort..."
Before Lin could finish, Zhao Heng's sword had pierced his throat, blood gushing out. Lin's mouth opened and closed as his head slumped to one side.
Lude stepped forward to check for a pulse and said, "Your Majesty, the criminal is no longer breathing."
"What was his last word, about the Noble Consort?" Zhao Heng dropped the sword and turned to leave the secret chamber.
Lude, who also heard, nodded in confirmation.
Zhao Heng sneered, "Let's see—I want to find out just how many things in this palace remain unknown to me."
Chapter 38
The news of Lady Song's severe illness and the Emperor's furious reaction, even to the extent of executing the imperial physician, spread throughout the palace. Some said Zhao Heng was furiously protective over his beloved; others claimed Song Qingying seduced her way into favor. The palace was abuzz with gossip. Unaware of these rumors, Song Qingying felt clearer and could barely open her eyes by evening, possibly because she hadn't taken Lin Jing's medicine.
After a busy day, Zhao Heng was now by Song Qingying's bedside. She sighed internally, realizing she couldn't blame Zhao Heng; he had done enough. Ultimately, she acknowledged her naivety for falling into Physician Lin's trap, pondering how much more she would have to endure to survive safely in the harem. The situation had deviated from the original story, and she lacked the scheming of others in the palace. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that Zhao Heng genuinely cared for her at the moment.
"Your Majesty, the nourishing soup is ready," Qinghong said, bringing over the bowl.
"I will feed her," Zhao Heng took the bowl.
Qing Hong propped up Song Qingying, who felt like a rag doll, slumping against Qing Hong.
Zhao Heng scooped a spoonful of ginseng soup, gently blew on it, and brought it to Song Qingying's lips. She barely opened her mouth, and Zhao Heng, unaccustomed to this task, trembled, spilling most of it down her chin. Frowning, Zhao Heng worried that if Song Qingying couldn't eat, relying solely on ginseng soup would be problematic. He tried feeding her another spoonful; although Song Qingying struggled to drink, she only managed a little.
Seeing this, Qing Hong couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, perhaps you could hold Lady Song, and I'll feed her."
Reluctantly setting the bowl aside, Zhao Heng embraced Song Qingying. Qing Hong, more adept at feeding, quickly finished the soup. Yet, Zhao Heng didn't let go, knowing lying down constantly must be uncomfortable.
"Rest assured, I've dealt with those who harmed you and sent for medicine. I will ensure your recovery. Once you're better, I'll give you anything you want," Zhao Heng whispered soothingly to Song Qingying.
Song Qingying felt a warmth in her heart, moved in her most vulnerable moment, and a tear fell from her eye. Zhao Heng kissed away the tear, adding, "I've also got good news I haven't shared with you. The poison in me has been cured, and you played a big part in that. I haven't yet rewarded you. What should I give you? I know you can hear me, so think about it. Whatever it is, as long as it's within my power, I will grant it."
Song Qingying slowly moved her hand to rest on Zhao Heng's, another tear rolling down her cheek. It was enough that he, the Emperor, had done this much.
Seeing Song Qingying move, Zhao Heng quickly said, "There, there, don't cry. I'm here with you, not going anywhere."
Gently wiping the tears from Song Qingying's eyes, Zhao Heng murmured, "I heard you vomited out of anger after hearing about my visit to Consort Liu. Such a temper! I didn't even do anything. You mustn't be upset anymore; get well soon."
Song Qingying never imagined Zhao Heng would go to such lengths for her. Looking back, she realized she had never tried to understand or accept him based on her observations and feelings, solely judging him by what was written in the book. Perhaps he deserved a bit of sincerity from her.
Zhao Heng whispered sweet nothings in Song Qingying's ear, surprised at himself for being able to say such things, something he had never done before, no matter how much he favored someone. He gently kissed her forehead, tucked her into bed, and covered her with a blanket.
Although Song Qingying remained still, Zhao Heng could feel she had fallen asleep. He, however, could not rest yet; there were too many matters he needed to attend to.
Zhao Heng had Qinghong and Shenbi stay with Song Qingying while he returned to the imperial study.
Meng Changhuai had been waiting for him for a long time. As soon as Zhao Heng entered the study, he asked, "What have you found?"
"Your Majesty, there's no lead on Physician Qin's case, so I started with the Heart-Eating Powder. Although it's from Miao Pavilion, not many can obtain it—only the Song family head and a few elders. Half a year ago, the fifth elder of the Song family was stripped of his position by the family head, and upon investigation, it was because the fifth elder tampered with the Heart-Eating Powder," Meng Changhuai reported.
"Half a year ago, so I've been poisoned for that long?" Zhao Heng said coldly.
Meng Changhuai didn't reply, and Zhao Heng suddenly smiled, "I suppose this fifth elder is already dead."
"Your Majesty is indeed wise; the fifth elder is indeed dead. However, my investigation revealed that this fifth elder had frequent dealings with a certain official in the Ministry of Personnel named Zhang Hanqing," Meng Changhuai hurriedly said.
"Zhang Hanqing..." Zhao Heng tapped on the desk habitually, "Go on, Zhang Hanqing isn't dead, is he?"
"Yes! He's alive. My investigation found he's planning a transfer. He has been a main official in the Ministry for years with a good reputation, but suddenly he's actively planning a transfer, which is very suspicious. Further investigation revealed he and the newly appointed top scholar, Liu Xuantong, are cousins by marriage, yet they hardly interact," Meng Changhuai continued.
Zhao Heng sneered, "So it really is him..."
Meng Changhuai was taken aback, "Your Majesty, you knew?"
Zhao Heng replied, "I didn't know, continue."
Meng Changhuai paused before adding, "That's all I have found so far... I haven't found any evidence linking Liu Xuantong and Zhang Hanqing..."
Zhao Heng looked at Meng Changhuai, "These two must be connected. Keep a closer watch on them. Don't alert them prematurely, and see who they usually associate with."
Meng Changhuai received his orders and left. Zhao Heng sat in place, idly flipping through the documents on his desk. Apart from the guards secretly protecting his safety, there was no one else in the imperial study, only the sound of Zhao Heng tapping on the desk could be heard. Recent events had piled up, one after another, intertwined and complicated, impossible to untangle.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Lu Deli returned.
Zhao Heng gathered his thoughts and asked, "What have you found?"
Lu Deli had put in significant effort this time; failing again would mean severe punishment. He reported, "Your Majesty, the child of Consort Qin was not harmed by Consort De, but by Lady Liu."
Zhao Heng sighed deeply, "Is there evidence?"
Lu Deli nodded, "Yes! We have evidence, including witness testimonies. Shall we deal with Lady Liu?"
"No rush. Knowing is enough for now. Increase surveillance on Lady Liu, especially her contacts outside the palace, but don't let her notice," instructed Zhao Heng. He was still uncertain if Lady Liu was behind his poisoning, and saw her as still being of use.
"Understood. I also investigated Lin Jing. Apart from the sudden illness of the Noble Consort last time, he hasn't treated her. The Noble Consort always had Doctor Hu, the current head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, for routine check-ups. I haven't yet uncovered what the Noble Consort might be hiding from you..."
"Enough, that matter is not urgent. Just keep an eye on it; it's probably related to the Marquis Chengguo's household. Inform Consort Qin subtly in her palace, avoiding direct confrontation with Consort De. Is everyone else calm?" Zhao Heng was genuinely apprehensive; another issue in the harem, and he would be unable to attend to state affairs.
Lu Deli reported, "The Empress is closely monitoring the Crown Prince, Consort De wishes to have the renowned scholar Zhuo Yin begin the Crown Prince's education, and Consort Xian frequently loses her temper, blaming you for not visiting her..."
The more Zhao Heng heard, the more irritated he became, gesturing dismissively, "Enough, too noisy! Cancel this year's selection of concubines, let those women marry someone else!"
Lu Deli hesitated, aware of the significance of the selection, but ventured, "The selection is a major event. Perhaps you should discuss it with the Empress and the court officials."
Zhao Heng's expression darkened further, "My decision is final. No selection. Now, go and attend to your duties!"
Lu Deli hastily retreated, while Zhao Heng headed to Yiran Residence.
Deep Green and Light Red were still attending to Song Qingying. Upon seeing Zhao Heng, they hurriedly moved to greet him. Zhao Heng gestured for them to be at ease, whispering, "How is the talented lady?"
Light Red replied, "She has been fed some ginseng soup again, and seems much better to me."
Zhao Heng glanced at Song Qingying's face and waved his hand, "You may leave. I will stay here."
"We will take our leave. In two hours, we will return to feed the talented lady her ginseng soup," said Light Red.
Zhao Heng nodded, and after the two left, he removed his outer robe, lay beside Song Qingying, and held her in his arms.
"Tomorrow morning, the guard will return, and he will surely bring the medicine," Zhao Heng whispered into Song Qingying's ear.
Zhao Heng kissed Song Qingying's face, "I've canceled this year's selection of concubines. With you here, I desire no one else. Wake up soon."
The next morning, Zhao Heng waited for a while but the personal guard hadn't returned, so he had to go to the morning court session.
During the court session, Zhao Heng announced only one matter: the selection of concubines for this year was canceled.
As expected, many ministers opposed the decision. Zhao Heng didn't care who opposed it. Seeing them arguing fiercely, he simply left, leaving them hanging once again.
In Fengyi Palace, the Empress and the concubines also heard about the cancellation of the selection.
Naturally, they agreed with the decision to not select any new concubines. Fewer people meant less competition for them. After all, they were getting older every year, and the newcomers were always young and beautiful. How could they compete? But they still had to say the right things outwardly.
Consort De said, "Why doesn't the Empress persuade His Majesty? The selection of concubines is a significant event, and our palace is already short of people, not to mention there are only a few princes and princesses..."
The Empress was frustrated; she would have persuaded him if only the Emperor had discussed it with her first. Without any discussion, she felt like a mere figurehead.
"I have already advised him, but the Emperor has made his decision. Let's not discuss this further," the Empress said indifferently.
With the Empress's statement, the concubines ceased their discussions.
Consort Shu remarked, "In that case, Lady Song is indeed fortunate. She is the only one who entered the palace this year."
Imperial Consort Song was furious inside. The Emperor sending Xiang Qiao back and making such statements was a direct insult to her. She now utterly resented Song Qingying and had given up hope that Song Qingying could bear her a child.
"Fortunate? She fell ill after just one service. Perhaps her fortune is too thin to bear," Lin Xiuyi said coldly.
"Enough, I know what you all are thinking. The palace has not been peaceful lately, so let's all keep to ourselves. Dismissed!" The Empress, not maintaining her usual composure, occasionally showed her temper.
Eager to leave the court, Zhao Heng was frustrated by the ministers' incessant bickering and anxious for his guard's return. After waiting in the imperial study without any sign of the guard, he went to Yiran Residence. It was not until noon that the guard returned, having brought the ancient physician after much effort...
Chapter 39
Upon hearing that the royal guard had brought the ancient physician into the palace, he did not dare to delay a moment and immediately had Lu Deli quietly bring the person to Yiran Residence.
Shen Bi heard that the emperor had summoned a miraculous doctor for Song Qingying outside the palace and whispered to Qing Hong, "The emperor really treats us performers well!"
Qing Hong smiled softly and said, "Indeed, he does."
Shen Bi added, "If you ask me, we performers are really valued. I've never seen the emperor so concerned about any of the consorts."
"Enough, you're talking nonsense again. If someone hears us, it'll bring unnecessary trouble to the performers," Qing Hong glared at Shen Bi.
Since learning that Qing Hong was the emperor's confidante, Shen Bi's attitude towards her had changed, even fearing her a bit. Seeing Qing Hong glare, she quickly stuck out her tongue and fell silent.
Zhao Xing looked at Song Qingying lying on the bed, her complexion better than yesterday but still lying quietly, not blinking an eye. It was all Lin Jing's fault! Thinking of Lin Jing, Zhao Xing's anger flared, and considering the frequent incidents in the Imperial Medical Bureau, he felt even more displeased, wishing he could keep the ancient physician.
As Zhao Xing was contemplating, Lu Deli had already brought the ancient physician over.
The ancient physician, upon seeing Zhao Xing, did not salute, his disguise seen through at a glance, and with a look of dissatisfaction, he asked, "Where is the patient?"
Having experienced his eccentricity, Zhao Xing did not take offense, simply saying, "The one on the bed, please, Doctor."
The ancient physician glanced at Zhao Xing, who saw a smug look in the doctor's eyes, making him curious about what exactly the ancient physician was so pleased about.
Approaching Song Qingying's bedside, the ancient physician took her pulse and asked Qing Hong, "How long has she been lying like this?"
Qing Hong replied, "Five days now."
The ancient physician hummed, "She's lucky. After seven days, even gods couldn't save her."
Zhao Xing felt something was wrong and asked anxiously, "What exactly is wrong with her?"
The ancient physician smiled oddly, "Interesting, one after another, poisoned."
Zhao Xing, frustrated and annoyed, asked, "She's been poisoned? With what?"
"A nearly lost poison, rarer than the one you encountered, called 'Soft Fragrance Powder,'" said the ancient physician.
Shen Bi and Qing Hong exchanged glances, worried the emperor might execute him in anger... Wait, had the emperor been poisoned before? They realized they knew something they shouldn't...
Zhao Xing, feeling helpless with the ancient physician, knew not to offend a doctor, especially not a miraculous one, who might be needed in the future. With patience, he asked, "Doctor, do you have an antidote?"
"No, if I had, I wouldn't be here. I detected a strange scent in the medicine residue, suspecting it was Soft Fragrance Powder, and it turns out I was right," the ancient physician shook his head.
"Ah! What shall we do then? You're a miraculous doctor, please think of something!" Shen Bi, seeing the miraculous doctor had no antidote, exclaimed out loud, while Qing Hong quickly pulled her back. Shen Bi, in her panic, stole a glance at the emperor, who seemed not to be angry, but she still hid behind Qing Hong, frightened.
The ancient physician's beard twitched, "Humph, what's the rush? The old man is here; what are you afraid of?"
Zhao Xing helplessly closed his eyes: "Please, Doctor, detoxify my beloved concubine quickly."
The ancient physician chuckled: "Do you even know what this Soft Fragrance Powder is?"
Of course, Zhao Xing didn't know. He thought of Lin Jing again, regretting killing him so soon. He should have kept him alive for a slower torment to vent his anger!
"I don't want to know what poison it is; I just hope the Doctor can detoxify my beloved concubine soon," Zhao Xing coldly stated, his patience with the ancient physician running thin.
"This Soft Fragrance Powder is a poison that only affects women. Women poisoned with it become extremely weak, their bones soften, and they emit a stronger fragrance... Haven't you noticed?" the ancient physician elaborated, his beard twitching.
Hearing this, Zhao Xing remembered Lin Jing's despicable words about Song Qingying and was disgusted, cutting off the ancient physician: "Enough, just tell us how to detoxify her!"
"Bone scraping," the ancient physician said.
Zhao Heng was startled, "What?"
"There is no antidote for this poison, only bone scraping can cure it," the ancient physician glanced at the person on the bed.
Song Qingying had been awake the whole time, initially feeling relieved to hear the ancient physician's arrival, hoping for a swift recovery. But the mention of bone scraping terrified her; the pain would be unbearable!
"How is it done?" Zhao Heng's voice trembled, wondering how such a frail person could endure the agony of bone scraping.
"The flesh is cut open, and a golden knife is used to scrape..."
"No!" Zhao Heng interrupted, "Think of another way! Aren't all medicines in this world based on the principle of mutual generation and inhibition? I refuse to believe there's no antidote!"
The ancient physician gave a sheepish smile, "It's not that there isn't..."
Zhao Heng, thoroughly infuriated, glared at the ancient physician, "Considering your service in detoxifying me, I'll give you one more chance. Is there really no antidote for Lady Song's poison? Is bone scraping truly the only cure?"
Seeing Zhao Heng's anger, the ancient physician's demeanor became serious, "Bone scraping is not the only solution. There is another method, but using that medicine will render the woman infertile for life."
"It seems you're relying on your medical skills, thinking you could even treat the King of Hell!" Zhao Heng's expression grew increasingly grim.
"I dare not, I dare not." Even the most peculiar individuals fear death, and the ancient physician, despite his eccentricity, was no exception. "Everything I've said is true. This poison is inherently malicious. The poisoner aimed to create a living dead beauty, with no antidote available."
Seeing the ancient physician's earnest demeanor, Zhao Heng, without a word, walked over and sat beside Song Qingying's bed. Song Qingying, having heard everything, was torn between bone scraping and taking the medicine. The agony of bone scraping was beyond what most could bear, yet she didn't want to be infertile for life. Although she didn't currently wish to bear Zhao Heng's children, whether to have children was one matter, but being able to was another. Moreover, who knows what the future holds?
Holding Song Qingying's hand, Zhao Heng was filled with regret, murmuring, "I have broken my promise, I couldn't protect you."
Song Qingying felt Zhao Heng trembling and, thinking of all he had done for her since she entered the palace, decided to take a gamble on enduring the pain of bone scraping for him. She tried to communicate with Zhao Heng through a slight movement of her hand.
However, Zhao Heng seemed not to notice her gesture and whispered into her ear, "I won't let you suffer." Then, he let go of her hand and told the ancient physician, "Use the medicine."
Song Qingying internally screamed, "Why! Why do you get to make this decision for me! It's just bone scraping; I can endure it!" But she couldn't voice her protest, only tears rolled down.
Seeing Song Qingying's tears, Shen Bi, who was nearby, wiped away her own tears and whispered, "The lady is crying. Does she not want to take the medicine?"
Zhao Heng, with a heavy heart, said, "Proceed with the medicine."
The ancient physician pondered for a moment and then said, "Give me two more days; I'll think of another solution."
"That would be best." Zhao Heng had little hope left and, heartbroken, couldn't bear to look at Song Qingying again as he stepped out of the room. Outside, Lu Deli caught up to him, and Zhao Heng stopped to instruct, "Provide whatever the ancient physician needs, and keep his identity a secret."
Zhao Heng returned to his study, sitting at his desk with furrowed brows. Why did she cry? Did she truly not want to take the medicine? Did she prefer to endure the pain of bone scraping to bear children for him? The more Zhao Heng thought about it, the more his heart ached, having never felt such pain for a woman before.
Zhao Heng felt as if he had been roasted over a fire for two days. Every time he visited Song Qingying, he saw her tears and felt her desire to speak to him. He was convinced she didn't want to take the medicine. Yet, he couldn't bear to see her suffer so...
Finally, the time arrived, and Song Qingying's chamber was filled with an increasingly strong exotic fragrance.
The antidote prepared by the ancient physician was ready.
"I've adjusted the formula a bit. The harm from this antidote should be less now. With proper care in the future, there is still a chance she could conceive," the ancient physician approached Zhao Heng with a consoling tone upon seeing his sorrowful expression.
Zhao Heng glanced at the ancient physician, "Mm, you stay and tend to her recovery."
"Eh? No..." The ancient physician regretted his words, wishing he could bite off his tongue. Knowing better, he didn't dare refuse outright upon seeing Zhao Heng's look. His smugness had vanished...
Approaching Song Qingying's bed, Zhao Heng picked up the medicine bowl and softly said, "Did you hear that? The medicine's harm has been lessened. Drink it without worry. I'll keep him here to oversee your recovery. Once you're well, we'll let him leave the palace. Is that okay?"
Song Qingying also heard the ancient physician's words but didn't believe in such fate. It was all but empty comfort...
Zhao Heng signaled Qing Hong, "Help her up, I'll feed her the medicine myself."
Qing Hong propped Song Qingying up, who realized there was no turning back, swallowing the medicine as soon as it entered her mouth. With each sip, her heart grew heavier. Amidst her sadness, she felt foolish and helpless, perhaps the most miserable person to have ever crossed worlds.
Zhao Heng, feeding her the medicine, seemed divinely assisted, quickly finishing the bowl. After setting down the bowl, he asked, "When will she wake up?"
"If soon, tonight; if not, tomorrow," the ancient physician said.
Had Zhao Heng not already inquired about this ancient physician and confirmed his status as a real divine healer, he might have considered him a quack.
"Starting tomorrow, you will work at the Imperial Medical Bureau," Zhao Heng stated.
"This... this... that won't do..." The ancient physician immediately refused without hesitation.
Zhao Heng, undeterred, knew there were significant issues within his Imperial Medical Bureau that needed addressing. Plus, keeping the physician for Song Qingying's recovery required giving him a proper title. "I am aware of your exceptional medical skills. However, the palace houses many medical texts passed down for thousands of years not found elsewhere. Aren't you interested in seeing them?"
At this, the ancient physician was indeed tempted, as many unique medical texts were indeed only available within the palace...
"When you have successfully treated Lady Song, I will let you leave," Zhao Heng added.
With that, the ancient physician had no choice but to agree.
Chapter 40
Zhao Heng spent the night with Song Qingying, who did not wake. He left for the morning court session with a grim expression. As soon as he left, Song Qingying on the bed opened her eyes...
"Shen Bi..." Song Qingying tried calling out and finally managed to speak.
Hearing her name, Shen Bi hurried over, seeing Song Qingying's eyes open, she excitedly exclaimed, "Lady, you're awake! Qing Hong, Shang Lin, Cui Xi, the lady is awake!"
Hearing Shen Bi's call, they all gathered around.
Qing Hong hurriedly said, "Cui Xi, quickly go find the ancient physician, tell him the performer has awakened."
Cui Xi immediately ran out, and Shen Bi asked, "Performer, how do you feel? Is there any discomfort? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
Song Qingying, seeing Shen Bi's concern, gently smiled: "I'm still a bit tired, I'd like to take a bath."
"Of course, of course, I'll have them prepare hot water right away," Shen Bi responded, "It's so good you've woken up, performer!"
Song Qingying nodded and closed her eyes, not speaking further. She had been awake for a while but didn't want to deal with Zhao Xing, so she pretended to be asleep.
Before leaving, Zhao Xing had instructed Shang Lin that if Song Qingying woke up, he must be informed immediately. Now, as soon as Zhao Xing sat on the throne, Lu Deli quietly informed him that Song Qingying had awakened. Zhao Xing was overjoyed, even finding the usually tiresome courtiers and Lu Deli more agreeable. The courtiers, who had been punished with standing for several days, were finally dismissed early today.
After the court session, Zhao Xing hurried to Yiran Residence, regretting not delaying the court session so she could see him first upon waking. Arriving at Yiran Residence, he chuckled self-deprecatingly, musing that every emperor has the potential to be a negligent ruler; he too wanted to indulge in that folly for once.
Approaching the inner chamber, Zhao Xing heard Song Qingying's soft exclamation and felt a pang of tenderness, finally hearing her delicate voice again.
Inside, Song Qingying had just bathed, and Shen Bi was combing her hair when she accidentally pulled too hard, eliciting a soft cry from Song Qingying.
"I deserve death!" Shen Bi, realizing she had hurt Song Qingying, was about to kneel.
Song Qingying laughed and stopped her: "It's nothing serious, don't worry."
Zhao Xing entered, seeing Song Qingying in the mirror but she continued to ignore him, not even bothering to greet him. Being sick, she chose to remain seated, unlike everyone else who had to kneel.
Zhao Xing saw Song Qingying sitting in front of the mirror, dressed in lotus-colored palace attire, her black hair cascading down, refusing to turn and look at him. He wasn't upset, simply gestured for Shen Bi and others to rise. Approaching Song Qingying from behind, he held her shoulders and leaned down to say, "It's good you've awakened, I'm relieved."
Seeing Zhao Xing's reflection, Song Qingying noticed his joyful yet exhausted appearance, with evident tiredness and dark circles under his eyes. Touched by his concern, she softly apologized, "I've worried you, Your Majesty. I am at fault."
"I've been negligent. This is the last time, I promise you, there won't be a next time," Zhao Heng said.
Song Qingying sighed softly, just as she was about to speak, Zhao Heng asked, "You don't trust me anymore?"
Song Qingying shook her head, "Not at all, Your Majesty. You're mistaken. I just think everyone should have the ability to protect themselves. It's my foolishness that allowed others to take advantage."
Zhao Heng felt that Song Qingying still didn't trust him and said nothing more, realizing that words were futile without actions.
Zhao Heng smiled at Song Qingying's reflection in the mirror and picked up a comb from the dressing table, "Let me comb your hair."
Song Qingying returned his smile and nodded.
Zhao Heng combed her hair gently, with utmost tenderness. Song Qingying was moved by his serious and careful manner. As an emperor, he must have never done such a thing before. Even among common men, how many would comb their wife's hair? Looking at their reflections, she wondered why Zhao Heng was so good to her. Would he have treated the original host the same way? And what about the female lead? With no selection this year, would she still have a chance to enter the palace? These thoughts unexpectedly lightened her heart.
Seeing Song Qingying lost in thought while looking at the mirror, Zhao Heng chuckled, "Has Xiao Ying'er become enchanted by her own reflection?"
Song Qingying laughed, turned to face Zhao Heng, and nodded seriously, "Mhm, it's been a long time since I've seen such a beautiful person."
Zhao Heng, relieved that Song Qingying was joking with him, feared she would blame him for deciding on her taking the antidote. Touching her face, Song Qingying leaned her head into his hand, as docile as a cat.
The warm spring light bathed them both, melting Zhao Heng's heart, wishing time could stop at this moment.
However, some people always have untimely arrivals. Cui Xi arrived with the ancient physician, who was now Deputy Director Gu, even his appearance had changed.
The ancient physician, now Deputy Director Gu, was quite displeased, as nobody likes to have their surname and appearance changed.
Zhao Heng touched Song Qingying's face, "Let the physician check on you."
Song Qingying nodded.
"I'll carry you to the bed," Zhao Heng said as he lifted Song Qingying.
Song Qingying obediently wrapped her arms around Zhao Heng's neck. In a few steps, he reached the bed, gently setting Song Qingying down and covering her with a blanket, kissing her forehead softly, "Such a good girl."
Song Qingying felt a bit shy and snuggled deeper into the blanket, prompting Zhao Heng to smile and turn around to say, "Come in now."
Cui Xi entered with the ancient physician, and Zhao Heng, satisfied with the physician's new appearance, instructed, "Please take Lady Song's pulse first."
The ancient physician, ignoring Zhao Heng, went ahead to check Song Qingying's pulse.
Despite feeling disheartened, Song Qingying resigned herself to her fate. If she couldn't bear children, then so be it. Having a child safely grow up in the palace was no small feat anyway. Given Zhao Heng's favor towards her, wouldn't a child make her an even bigger target?
"How is it?" Zhao Heng inquired.
"The poison has been fully neutralized," the ancient physician stood up and informed Zhao Heng after examining her pulse.
Zhao Heng nodded, "Is there anything else amiss?"
"Nothing else, just that her body is still weak. It would be best to abstain from intimate relations for the next two months..." the ancient physician advised.
Song Qingying's face flushed with embarrassment, and she turned her head deeper into the bed, snuggling further into the blanket. From Zhao Heng's perspective, only the top of her head was visible.
"Whatever medicine or care she needs, I leave it to you," Zhao Heng said.
"Understood, I'll make sure she recovers quickly," the ancient physician huffed, "I've brought the medicine and a list of nourishing foods. Follow it, and I'm confident she'll recover well."
Pleased with the response, Zhao Heng nodded and dismissed the ancient physician.
Zhao Heng approached the bed again and gently pulled the blanket down from Song Qingying's head, teasing, "Don't smother yourself."
Song Qingying, still feeling shy, gave Zhao Heng a sheepish smile.
Zhao Heng ruffled Song Qingying's hair, "The ancient physician prescribed a dietary plan. The kitchen is far from here, which makes it inconvenient. How about we set up a small kitchen here?"
"Palace rules..." Song Qingying, though delighted at the idea of a small kitchen, was still concerned.
"What I say becomes the rule," Zhao Heng said with a smile.
Song Qingying nodded happily, "Then I must thank the Emperor first."
"Anything else you desire? Perhaps changing to a different courtyard? There are many empty ones in the palace," Zhao Heng suggested. They were initially prepared for the new concubines, but with no selection happening, they were no longer needed.
Song Qingying shook her head, "I'm quite content living here."
Zhao Heng smiled, "As you wish."
Noticing Zhao Heng's tired expression, Song Qingying hesitated before suggesting, "Your Majesty, you've been taking care of me these past days and must be tired. Why not rest for a while?"
Zhao Heng replied, "I'm happy that you care for me, but there's one word in your statement that I don't like."
"Which word?" Song Qingying asked.
"You telling me to go rest, isn't that like sending me away? If you said 'come rest,' I would be even happier," Zhao Heng said with a smile.
Song Qingying, thinking that they had done everything a couple could do and had even shared a bed several times, scooted over in the bed and patted the space next to her, "Then come rest."
Zhao Heng, more than willing, took off his outer robe and lay down next to her.
Snuggling into Zhao Heng's embrace, Song Qingying joked, "It's settled then, I truly have become a wicked concubine, coaxing the Emperor to sleep here in broad daylight."
Seeing Song Qingying joke with him, Zhao Heng was overjoyed and pulled her closer, "Hmm, I've also become a negligent ruler."
Finding a comfortable position, Song Qingying laughed quietly, "Tomorrow, you should order the pillars in the Golden Hall to be wrapped in quilts."
"Why is that?" Zhao Heng asked, puzzled yet laughing.
"To prevent the imperial censors from bumping into them!" Song Qingying laughed so hard her shoulders shook.
At first, Zhao Heng was startled, then he burst into laughter and planted a firm kiss on Song Qingying's face, "Only you could think of something like that!"
Song Qingying laughed, "I'm already much better, Your Majesty can play the fool today, but you must return to being a wise ruler afterward."
Zhao Heng felt a warmth in his heart, hugging her tightly, "No, I want to play the fool every day."
After joking around for a while, Zhao Heng truly was tired. Now relaxed, he quickly fell asleep first. Song Qingying watched him sleep, sighing softly.