Peerless Consort Wants to Divorce

After all, this was an inner palace with many rules and regulations, so it was inconvenient for them to recuperate. Song Yunqian suggested to return to his residence, and seeing that he had made up his mind, the Queen ordered some people to send them out of the palace. Originally, the empress had asked the imperial physician to accompany her out of the palace. However, because there was already a royal physician in the palace, and because Zhuge Ming had returned, he could stay in the palace for the time being.

Yang Luofan had been driven out of the palace early on, back to the Duke Palaces.

She was naturally sad, but she also knew that Song Yunqian was not in a good mood. Besides being sad, she was also worried. The palace had already sent word long ago that the prince and his wife would return to the palace. She had long since sent someone to prepare for them, so she had brought a group of girls with her to wait outside the gates.

Seeing the carriage of the Prince's Mansion gradually pull into the intersection, she skillfully commanded the people below her to bring out a Pear Blossom Wood Grand Master chair. There was a yellow cushion on top of the chair, and the back of the chair was surrounded by a same colored brocade.

Just that, in Song Yunqian's eyes, this chair was extremely annoying. The chair had been arranged so delicately, so meticulously, that it had cost her so much thought, as if he were going to live on it in the future.

Unhappiness quickly spread across his face, but Yang Luofan didn't know it. He thought was angry at him and helped him sit on a chair, saying softly, "It's good that you're back!" In the hospital, she had seen many people who had lost their legs due to accidents or diseases. In fact, their hearts were very weak, with just a little thing, it was able to touch their nerves. Knowing that he was in pain because of the presence of so many people was not a good consolation.

Wen Yi wanted to get down to the ground by herself. Song Yunqian raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently: "When your feet touch the ground, this king will break your dog legs!"

It was fine if she said those words alone. She wasn't the type to fuss about things in the first place. However, right now, there were many girls and servants in front of the mansion. There were even some commoners watching, so even if she didn't care about her face, she couldn't help blushing. She awkwardly said, "The autumn wind is getting stronger. After he finished speaking, seeing so many people present, this sort of rebuke really made him lose face. Especially since he was a disabled person, if others thought that she hated him because of his disability and recklessly rebuked him, then his heart would feel even worse. However, she could not take the words back. She could only lower her head in shame, allowing a sturdy servant woman to carry her onto the ground.

In fact, she said those words so softly that other than Song Yunqian and Yang Luofan who was standing beside her, no one else could hear her clearly. Her worries were superfluous, but in this mood, she kept going back to her room, still feeling uneasy and thinking that she wanted to apologize to him.

However, just as he settled in, the gifts from the various palaces followed. Amongst them, the Imperial Concubine Rong's rewards were the most generous. There was a transparent jade bracelet, a smooth and smooth pearl necklace from the East China Sea, a jade ruyi, and some hairpins. There were more than ten pieces in total. There were also some good nourishing medicine, which they said were used to nourish Wen Yi's body.

The empress dowager sent a thousand-year-old ginseng, saying that the prince and his wife would take it together to treat their wounds. The Emperor's rewards were all medicine ingredients, but the empress was considerate and sent over a parrot to relieve the boredom. It was extremely interesting.

All the concubines in each palace had bestowed a reward, but Wen Yi had still managed to stand out.

The Soft concubine saw this and secretly felt jealousy in her heart, but she did not say anything out of respect. She took out his master's demeanor and personally thanked the palace maid s who had sent him the gifts. When palace maid returned, he told them that Yang Luofan had also settled down.

Wen Yi couldn't go out, but she wasn't idle in her heart either. Recalling Song Yunqian's unhappy expression, he always wanted to do something for him.

In the evening, Wen Yi saw the legendary Godly Doctor Zhuge Zhuge Ming.

She walked in under the setting sun and gently pushed open the door. Wen Yi looked in her direction and saw that the setting sun had formed a halo behind him. It was so backlit, yet Wen Yi could clearly see his appearance. An idiom popped up in Wen Yi's mind: Warm as jade!

He said it was not extremely beautiful, but his facial features explained the gentle curvature. He was about six feet tall, and because of his slim stature, he seemed even taller and taller. Wearing green clothes with an embroidered green bamboo scented pouch hanging from his waist, he gracefully stood in front of the door. With a frown, he surveyed his surroundings, then softly ordered the medicine boy behind him to open the window.

Then, he bowed slightly. "Zhuge Ming greets the wangfei!"

Wen Yi regained her senses, and said with a smile: "Godly Doctor Zhuge!"

He nodded slightly, a slight smile on his face as he said, "Please allow me to treat my wangfei's wounds." Since he called Song Yunqian humble, with such intimacy, it could be seen that he was a good friend, but he actually called Wen Yi "wangfei". Then, he probably knew that this so-called wangfei wasn't very valued in Song Yunqian's heart.

Wen Yi understood and smiled: "I'll be troubling you."

Zhuge Ming walked over to the bed and anxiously brought a stool for him to sit on. He bowed and thanked him, then slowly sat down.

Before the diagnosis and treatment could begin, a graceful figure flashed into the room. A happy voice sounded, "Zhuge gege!"

Zhuge Ming did not turn around, but said with a hint of a smile: "You are now a Imperial Concubine Rou of the Duke Palaces, how can you still call me big brother Zhuge? There are no rules at all. " His voice had a trace of a doting tone, as if he was talking to his sister.

The person who came was Imperial Concubine Rou Yang Luofan. She quickly walked to Zhuge Ming's side and smiled: This time, I will call you brother for real. If you are unhappy, just ignore me. Yang Luofan actually had a bit of a coquettish tone, with a bright look on his face.

Zhuge Ming only smiled and shook his head, then said: "I'm not taking care of Qian in the house, what are you doing here?"

"I just went to the kitchen and ordered someone to cook the ginseng soup. When I heard that you had come, I rushed over to meet you."

"Mm, you go back and take care of Qian first. I'll be going right away." Zhuge Ming rolled up his sleeves and said gently.

"I'll wait for you." Saying that, Yang Luofan found a chair and sat down.

Zhuge Ming did not speak further, his expression returning to indifference. The gentle smile from before had already disappeared, and he said: "Princess, please roll up your pants."

Wen Yi acknowledged as sshe rolled up her pants to reveal the wound on her leg. Zhuge Ming only took a glance before inhaling a breath of cold air. When he entered the room, he saw her sitting on the bed, looking energetic, and thought that she was just some young miss Qian Jin who was not sick and moaning. Who would have thought that the wound would already be festering and the festering area was so huge?

He frowned. "You haven't applied the medicine before?"

Wen Yi said: "That's not it, the imperial physician had previously applied the medicine for me, but for some reason, when the medicine was applied, it started to fester even faster."

Yang Luofan went over to take a look. His face had initially turned pale, but he covered his mouth and looked like he was about to vomit.

Zhuge Ming shook his head: "Now, we have to clear the pus area first, it will be a little painful, you can just bear with it, wangfei."

He told the medicine boy to bring out the medicine box, and took out a small and exquisite dagger from inside, and then put it in a bottle of liquid for a bath. Then, he took it out and dusted it off with the fire.

Zhuge Ming said indifferently: "It's used for disinfection!"

Wen Yi's eyes flashed, "Disinfection? Self-made? "

A cold smile appeared on Zhuge Ming's lips. "Princess, please rest assured. It's harmless."

Wen Yi knew that he had misunderstood and quickly replied, "I'm not …"

Zhuge Ming didn't listen to her explanation and said: "Esteemed wangfei, please turn around. It's a little painful, I'll try my best to lighten it." Afterwards, he also ordered Xiao Ju and mama to support her so that she wouldn't move about randomly due to the pain.

Xiao Ju hugged Wen Yi, her body trembling slightly, she too did not dare look at him, and seeing that Wen Yi had not turned, she immediately said: "Princess, do not look, it hurts even more."

Wen Yi had never felt pain from a wound before, if she was not able to move freely, she might even suspect that the nerves on her leg were already dead.

She watched as he made his move. His hand was very dexterous, and the dagger seemed to have life in his hand. It landed on the pus, scraping it gently, one at a time, and a brocade cloth was waiting for him to make a mark.

He saw that Wen Yi did not even move, nor did he even moan, much less tremble. He raised his eyes to look at her and met her gaze. Even if she wasn't in a coma, it was still very painful to scratch a wound like this. Sometimes, even an iron man couldn't help but groan a few times, but she didn't seem to feel anything at all, as if the leg belonged to someone else.

"Does it hurt?" Zhuge Ming couldn't help but ask.

Wen Yi wanted to say that it did not hurt, but with such a big wound, it would be weird if she said that it did not hurt at all, so she frowned: "I can endure it!"

Zhuge Ming couldn't help but admire him a little in his heart.

Yang Luofan frowned: "Why is my wound like this? Didn't you take your medicine? Logically speaking, all of the prescriptions given by the imperial physician were the right medicine to cure the illness. " She suspected that Wen Yi was intentionally cutting herself off to attract attention, he used to scheme against others, so he decided to use her own methods.

Wen Yi did not see her expression and thought she was concerned, so she whispered: "It's probably because there is no taboo to eat, and I'm angry, but it's nothing much, I'll get better eventually, you don't have to worry."

Hearing this, Zhuge Ming glanced at her indifferently. His hands did not stop either, continuing to scratch her wound.

He cleaned the wound and applied the antidote. Finally, he ordered: "Try not to rub on the wound for the next few days. If the wound isn't too painful, you can go down and speed up the healing process."

Wen Yi beamed, and said: "You can speak these words to Your Highness."

Since Zhuge Ming had already said that, then she wouldn't have to stay on the bed anymore. At the very least, she could think of a way to get him a wheelchair.

Zhuge Ming nodded slightly. "Princess, please rest for a while. I'll come back tomorrow to change the medicine for you."

Xiao Ju's hands were sweating, her hands and feet were still weak. When she saw Zhuge Ming tend to Wen Yi's wounds, all she could do was think about it, and she couldn't help but feel pain for him. With an "En", she said to Zhuge Ming: "Godly Doctor Zhuge, please!"

Yang Luofan followed Zhuge Ming and walked a few steps before she suddenly turned around and said to Wen Yi, "If you want your Royal Highness to be at ease, I hope that you can take care of your body as soon as possible."

Wen Yi looked at her face, and her seemingly concerned words actually had a hint of anger, thinking about it, and understood her intentions, thus she said indifferently: "Thank you sister for your concern, but sister will definitely get well as soon as possible."

Competing for a favor? She did not want to admit that her opinion of Song Yunqian had changed, but she would not fall in love with him. Even if that day ever came, she wouldn't want to ruin their relationship.