Peerless Consort Wants to Divorce

The guards were lined up in two rows outside the room. They held long swords in their hands, and a row of guards with bows in their hands were also standing on the wall. They were waiting in formation, afraid that the assassin would come back.

Wen Yi's heart trembled. She opened the door for her and looked at her with a strange gaze. She felt that it was a little strange that such a young woman was actually a doctor.

The Imperial Physician and Zhuge Ming stood around the bed. The son of the Xiao San was there as well, along with two other medicine boys, who were guarding the Imperial Physician. The medicine boy held a copper basin in his hands, which had all of the water inside it dyed red.

Wen Yi had never been dizzy before in her life, but at this moment, she felt the world spinning around him.

There was blood on the ground, and his torn clothes. He was cut by the imperial physician in order to treat his injuries, so he was left lying on the ground, stained with blood and medicine. The red and yellow color was indelible, it was like the sun that shone down on this tree in the afternoon, and it stung Wen Yi's eyes.

Wen Yi calmed her mind, walked over and asked: "What's the situation like?" His eyes were closed and her face was pale white, showing signs of having lost a lot of blood. Then, her gaze made contact with the exposed part of her upper body. With just a glance, she froze in place as if she had been struck by lightning.

The upper half of his body was dyed red with blood. The three stabs were very deep, and the flow of blood had not stopped yet. One sword was at his heart, one sword at his abdomen, one sword at his liver. Other than these new injuries, there were also various kinds of scars on his body. With just a glance, she only felt that her entire body was in ruins, and the sight of it was too horrible to bear.

What sort of life had he been leading these past three years?

Zhuge Ming turned around and said seriously: "The situation is not looking good, I can't stop the bleeding!"

Wen Yi took a deep breath, put down the medicine chest, took out the golden needles and said: "All of you, move aside, let me do it!"

When the imperial physician saw a young girl, he couldn't help but become angry. "Who are you? With the noble body of the Prince, how could he allow an unknown woman to heal him? "

This imperial physician was also the imperial physician who used to stand guard at the palace and treat Wen Yi's illness. He wasn't someone with ill intentions, but he was anxious, and only said those words when he was in a moment of need.

Wen Yi knew that it would be hard for them to become doctors, if anything were to happen to Master, they would definitely be punished. So how could he be willing to push it aside for Wen Yi?

Zhuge Ming looked at Wen Yi, "Are you confident?"

Wen Yi said: "I will seal acupoints and stop bleeding, take your time, prepare the Golden Sore Medicine's 37th powder, and prescribe the medicine, quickly."

Zhuge Ming said to the imperial physician: "Alright, let her come. I'll be taking responsibility if there's anything that needs to be done."

He didn't want Wen Yi to treat him, but seeing the trust on Zhuge Ming's face, he knew that he had a bit of confidence in himself.

In these three years, she had already mastered the art of acupuncture to the point of perfection. Her acupuncture speed was extremely quick and formless, it was almost impossible to tell where she had pierced the needle. In just the blink of an eye, all the bleeding wounds that were bleeding profusely stopped, which also meant that the bleeding had stopped.

The imperial physician looked at Wen Yi in shock and asked with widened eyes, "You dare to ask who this lady is?"

Wen Yi looked at Zhuge Ming, and said: "My surname is Wen!"

"Dr. Wen's acupuncture technique has really broadened my horizons." The imperial physician sighed in admiration.

Zhuge Ming looked at her indifferently, and did not say anything. He thought she would listen to him and not say his real name, but she said it anyway.

Fine, if modesty gets better, there's no harm in telling him. Originally, she wanted to tell him.

At this moment, Zhuge Ming thought like this. He quickly wrote a prescription and handed it over to the apprentice alchemist, telling him to hurry and fry the medicine.

After stopping the bleeding, the imperial physician began to clean the wound and apply medicine. The bleeding had stopped, but as for whether or not he would be able to wake up due to excessive bleeding, that would depend on his good fortune.

When Wen Yi walked out of the dorm, she saw that it was actually a woman who was stumbling in front of him.

She had lost a lot of weight in these three years, and her face was not looking too good. Even though she was covered in makeup, her face was still slightly sallow, her eyes sunken, her delicate body as weak as the wind.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Wen Yi. Just as she was about to ask a question, seeing her carrying a medicine box, she guessed that she was a doctor.

Wen Yi raised his eyes and looked at her, suppressing the sorrow in her heart, she said: "Not good, Imperial Concubine Rou should go in to see him."

Yang Luofan cried and rushed inside.

Wen Yi turned her head with difficulty, and met Zhuge Ming's gaze that was as warm as water. He stood still and stared at Wen Yi, and Wen Yi was slightly startled, "What's wrong?" She did not realize that she had just called out to Imperial Concubine Rou. From Zhuge Ming's point of view, she had never seen Yang Luofan before, how could she know that she was Imperial Concubine Rou?

Zhuge Ming shook his head, "No, it's just that I feel that your acupuncture is superb, and that Ke Er can be saved."

Wen Yi said: "You seem to be very nervous with Ke Er, are you on good terms with her?"

Zhuge Ming knew that she had misunderstood and did not explain. "Very good, I hope he can get better than anyone else."

Wen Yi responded with an "oh", and no longer spoke, as though she was not interested in who he liked.

Very soon, someone from the palace arrived. Since Song Yunqian's injuries were very severe, even the empress dowager had to hide it from the empress dowager.

Wen Yi was placed in the side hall. The emperor had yet to notify her, so she could not come out.

Xiao Ju was in charge of serving her. She changed three cups of tea, but did not drink a single cup.

Xiao Ju, who was standing behind her, suddenly spoke out, "Doctor, you are the same as my Princess, you love to touch these embroidery materials."

The pain in Wen Yi's heart spread like lightning. She lifted the teacup, drank a mouthful, and cleared her throat and asked: "Your Princess?"

Xiao Ju looked a little sad, "Yes, our Princess is indeed the Princess Ning'an, she is a very good person."

"Oh!" Wen Yi felt his throat become dry. She continuously cleared his throat a few times, but was still unable to say a complete sentence. She really wanted to ask Xiao Ju how the past three years had been, but the moment the words were about to come out of her mouth, she didn't know how to put it into words.

Little Ju was taller than before, with a pointy face, and not as round as before. She gave off the air of a young girl. She was no longer the young girl she had been three years ago. The mama seemed to have aged a lot. There were a lot of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and a lot of white hair on her perfectly combed hair.

She brought in some pastries and placed it in front of Wen Yi, politely saying, "Doctor, please have some pastries!"

It was her favorite food, the osmanthus cake and the white sugar cake. Wen Yi said softly: "Thank you!"

Three years ago, she had eaten the osmanthus cake and the white sugar cake personally made by mama once, and when she felt that it was extremely delicious, she praised it endlessly. Since then, mama would cook a little for her everyday, and she also liked to eat the osmanthus cake for lunch.

Seeing that she had eaten a piece of osmanthus cake, the mama could not help but worry and asked, "This female doctor, I wonder how the situation is with our Prince?"

Just as Wen Yi wanted to answer, she saw Xiao San walking in, bowing as she said, "Doctor, the Emperor invites you over."

Wen Yi got up and hurriedly followed Xiao San over to her room.

The emperor sat on the long bed, and the empress sat beside him. Wen Yi raised her head and looked at the empress, and her eyes immediately turned red.

She kneeled on the ground, "This humble girl pays her respects to the Emperor, the Empress Dowager!"

The Emperor looked at him and asked kindly, "Get up and speak."

Wen Yi said: "Thank you, your majesty!" Then, the palace maid came forward to help her up. She stood with her head bowed, afraid to look up at the queen, afraid that she would lose control of her tears. After returning to this place, she knew that she had never put it down.

"I heard that you were the one who stopped the bleeding. I didn't expect you to have such profound medical skills at such a young age. How rare, what's your name?"

Wen Yi's palms were drenched in sweat, and she replied: This girl's surname is Wen, she is called Warm!

"Warmth?" "Do you have any sisters?"

Wen Yi was startled, but before she could think, she replied with a normal expression: "Reporting to the emperor, this humble girl is an only daughter, there are no sisters in the family."

"Where is Miss Wen from?" the Emperor asked.

Wen Yi replied: "I grew up in Cantonese."

"Have you ever been to the capital before?"

Wen Yi replied carefully, "I came here once when I was young!"

The emperor seemed to be slightly disappointed as he said in a long voice, "Is that so?"

The Empress did not ask any of these and only glanced at Song Yunqian, who was on the bed with worry and worry. She asked, "The imperial physician said that the Prince's condition isn't too good, and what do you think?"

Wen Yi replied cautiously, "Reporting to the Empress Dowager, Your highness's luck is as high as the sky. You will definitely be fine."

"I don't want to listen to these noble words, just speak the truth." The empress frowned.

In front of the Emperor and Empress, I am only speaking the truth. Although the Prince has lost a lot of blood, thankfully he was able to stop the bleeding early, and even though he had injured his vital parts, the wound was not too deep, adding the fact that the Prince has strong internal energy and has protected his heart, it is just a superficial wound.

Hearing this, the empress's expression softened before she asked worriedly, "But the sword in his heart … Imperial Physician said it was very deep. Will she …" The Queen did not dare to continue asking, but Wen Yi could hear her worry, and said: "Although the sword strike was deep, Empress is relieved, it did not hurt her heart!"

The imperial physician, who was standing at the side, asked doubtfully, "However, with the entire body pierced through, how can it not hurt the heart?"

The corner of Wen Yi's mouth held a trace of a smile, and she said: "Because, the Duke's heart, had grown a little bit crooked, so even when it pierced through his back, it still wasn't able to harm his heart."

If he had hurt his heart, he would have lost a lot of blood. Therefore, she speculated boldly that Song Yunqian's heart was a little off from normal. This kind of situation was rarely seen, but it wasn't out of the question. When Wen Yi was in the modern world, she had already met someone whose heart was inclined to one side. The man was a site worker. He had fallen from the second floor, and the iron branch had penetrated his back. Everyone thought that he was hopeless, but his heart had become slightly crooked, and the iron branch just happened to graze past his heart.

The Emperor was astonished. "There's actually someone with a crooked heart in this world?"

Wen Yi said: "In the boundless universe, there are many strange things."

These words caused the emperor to ponder deeply. He looked at Wen Yi and said, "We have also seen a woman with medical skills as high as yours."

Wen Yi's heart was shaken, but she maintained a normal expression on the surface, "Your majesty is flattering me, this humble woman's medical skills are not considered good."

"You are very modest and very sensible. I entrust my son to you. I hope that you can return me a healthy son." The emperor said with a deep meaning.