Concubine to conquer the world

Chapter 144 Troublesome Symptoms

After walking out of the gate of Youlan Bieyuan, Xia Jianzhao paused, with a faint smile on his lips.

She knew that Concubine Ming would use that prescription.

Because, from the beginning to the end, Concubine Ming missed the elegance of the year, otherwise she would not have received the Queen's favor and pinned her hopes on Song Tai Physician.

It's a pity that for so many years, she has been kept in the dark by the queen who believes in her.

Song Taiyi's prescription was a chronic poison that caused her to age slowly until she died. It was not a nourishing and nourishing prescription for calming the nerves at all.

Concubine Ming's pulse condition is disordered and weak, if left unchecked, her time will be numbered.

The empress worked hard, but she probably didn't expect Concubine Ming to live so long...

So much so that she herself gradually forgot about her, except for Song Taiyi who came to ask for pulses and prescribe prescriptions as usual, the queen never set foot here again.

The current concubine Ming is no longer a threat to the queen.

Today's queen is able to do a job well in front of the harem...

But the more proud you are, the easier it is to forget your shape.

Xia Jianzhao raised his eyes and glanced at the old plaque that said Youlan Bieyuan.

Those sonorous and powerful characters were mentioned by the emperor himself, which shows how much concubine Ming was favored at that time.

She clenched her palms tightly, and a deep desolate cold flashed in her eyes, which was colder than the harsh and windy weather.

All the sufferings suffered in the previous life will be doubled in this life!
It is Xia Jianzhao's nature to show her teeth and retaliate...

In the East Palace.

Because the prince's return home to the East Palace became lively, but also extremely nervous.

Nan Ye was carried into the dormitory by the guards. As soon as he entered the dormitory, the court judge Liu Taiyi hurried over.

Xia Qingxin looked at Nan Ye who was pale on the bed. She stood beside the bed with her handkerchief twisted, her eyes were red, and she covered her face and sobbed softly.

For her, Nan Ye was her god, and whether she could succeed or not depended entirely on him.

So when she saw him sick like this, all the uneasiness in her heart came over her.

Nan Ye raised his eyelids, then closed them weakly.

He didn't expect that the wind and cold that had been pretended to become real on the way home, and the wind and cold came too violently.

He is now so weak that he is lifeless, as if he is about to die.

Faintly hearing soft sobbing from the side of the bed, he furrowed his brows deeper impatiently, but was powerless to open his eyelids again.

When Doctor Liu was giving him his pulse, the queen rushed into the palace in a hurry.

From far away, she raised her voice and called out: "Prince!"

That call contained endless maternal love, full of anxiety and distress.

At the same time, it is mixed with an irresistible dignity, an arrogance that ignores everything.

The empress is wearing a scarlet satin with gold and a hundred butterflies, covered with a multicolored silk-embroidered gown with silk and stone, the skirt is long and reaches the floor.

On the head is a golden silk bun with eight treasures and pearls, with five phoenixes hanging from the sun and a beaded hairpin, and a red gold plate chi wreath on the neck, showing a full of grace and luxury.

She walked quickly to the side of the bed with some messy steps, then squatted down and held Nan Ye's hand.

"Didn't you say you were infected with wind and cold? How could it be so serious?!"

She glanced sideways at Imperial Physician Liu, and said in a serious tone: "How is the prince? We must cure the prince's cold as soon as possible!"

Imperial Physician Liu hesitated and arched his hands together: "Your Majesty, don't worry, I will do my best to make the prince recover as soon as possible!"

While speaking, he didn't dare to raise his head to look at the queen, and he didn't have the confidence in what he said.
According to the prince's pulse condition, he was indeed infected with wind-cold, but it was not like ordinary wind-cold.

It was the first time he encountered such a troublesome symptom in decades of practice.
(End of this chapter)