The third prince looked as pale as death, and he didn't even know how to make an excuse.
Seeing him like this, the emperor was too lazy to ask any more questions: "You bastard! You are full of lies, how can you be a prince?"
"He hangs out with that bunch of playboys all day long, and doesn't learn anything good—"
He suddenly stood up, pointed at Wan Zhaoyi's nose and said, "You are a bad parent!"
Wan Zhaoyi had no power or influence, was cautious to the point of being cowardly, and was never liked by the emperor.
Being pointed at and scolded, she immediately became limp, trembling and unable to speak.
But seeing the frightened look of the Third Prince, she gritted her teeth and kowtowed desperately. After a few kowtows, blood oozed from her forehead.
"I hope your majesty will forgive me. It's all my fault for my negligence..."
The emperor was still furious.
He sneered and smashed the teacup in his hand directly towards where the third prince was.
The celadon cup broke into pieces, and the scalding hot tea splashed all over the Third Prince.
The young man, who had never seen his father so angry, trembled like a sieve.
"You're playing tricks right under my nose? This matter will be thoroughly investigated by Concubine Lan. I want to see who brought the trap into the palace!"
"Go back to the palace and put them in solitary confinement. After the investigation is complete, they will be severely punished—"
The third prince collapsed to the ground instantly.
The emperor did this not to help Xie Bufeng.
The incident of the Sheri Festival undoubtedly hurt the reputation of the royal family.
The most important thing is, if someone was able to bring a trap into the palace today, who knows if someone will bring something else to assassinate him tomorrow
"Yes, Your Majesty." Concubine Lan bowed quickly.
Then, the still angry emperor set his sights on the second prince whom he had always doted on: "You too, actually made trouble with them? Go back today and reflect on your mistakes together!"
Unlike Xie Bufeng, the second prince was born a favored child of heaven and grew up with the expectations of Concubine Hui and the emperor.
Feeling that he was innocently implicated, he said "Oh." and kicked the broken teacup on the ground as he turned and left.
This temper is exactly the same as Concubine Hui's.
However, when he turned around, Wen Qingci saw that the boy's eyes had turned red at some point.
The second prince has always been favored by his father, and today is the first time he has been bullied.
He is not a bad person by nature, he is just used to being loved, flattered and surrounded by others, and he is just at a childish age.
Thinking of this, Wen Qingci's eyes suddenly became a little complicated.
He did not live to the end of "Fu Ming Tang".
Soon the Second Prince will end up committing suicide because of a palace fight...
The moment they passed each other, the young man glanced at Wen Qingci coldly.
But Wen Qingci just smiled and nodded at him, and there was even a hint of compassion in his gentle eyes.
In an instant, the second prince had the illusion that he was seen through.
He paused, quickened his pace and left Ninghe Hall.
"Go check who that imperial physician is." The second prince lowered his voice and said to the young eunuch waiting outside the palace.
"Yes, Your Highness." The young eunuch responded while stealing a glance at him.
It is not an exaggeration to say that this prince is "arrogant".
A while ago, the story of Wen Qingci spread throughout the entire Taishu Palace, but he was too lazy to listen to it. Why is he suddenly interested in this imperial physician now
Inside the palace, the emperor rubbed his forehead heavily, and Wan Zhaoyi waved his hand impatiently, "Go away, and don't let me see you again in the next few days. Go back to the palace and reflect on yourself. We'll talk about it after we find out the truth!"
"Yes... yes, Your Majesty." Concubine Wan was covered in blood and stayed there.
The maid beside her hurriedly stood up and helped her out of the hall.
The third prince was already trembling with fear and didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Finally, he was carried out by two eunuchs.
The Ninghe Hall became quiet again.
Wen Qingci took out the calming incense and lit it in the Boshan furnace.
The emperor let out a long sigh, and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had forgotten that Concubine Lan and Xie Bufeng were still in the palace.
He used to be a person who never showed his emotions, but now he is becoming more and more anxious and irritable, even suffering from neurasthenia and insomnia... These are classic symptoms of heavy metal poisoning.
In this era, there is almost no solution to heavy metal poisoning.
Wen Qingci knew very well that if he could not find the root cause, he could only relieve the symptoms for the emperor but could not cure the disease.
Amid the smoke, the emperor spoke slowly, "... Will the medicine that Doctor Wen mentioned last time be delayed because of this?"
Wen Qingci's hand that was burning incense suddenly paused... The emperor had never urged the progress of medicine preparation.
Today he deliberately said this in front of himself and Xie Bufeng.
As an imperial physician, Wen Qingci must remain absolutely neutral.
He had no need to please Xie Bufeng, and even his behavior just now was still consistent with everyone's consistent impression of the original owner.
But what happened just now still made this suspicious emperor feel a little uneasy.
Wen Qingci immediately became nervous.
"Your Majesty," Wen Qingci suppressed his nervousness, closed the stove lid, and replied softly, "It will be ready in five days at most."
His tone was gentle, and it was hard to tell whether it was rational or cold-blooded between the lines: "I have checked, and the injury on your shoulder is not serious. The only thing to note is that your Highness also had a fever after the injury. Fortunately, the fever has subsided now. In two or three days, after the pulse is confirmed to be fine, we can continue to test the medicine."
In Wen Qingci's words, he did not treat Xie Bufeng as a "human" at all.
The thoughtful care that night seemed to have an explanation.
The emperor nodded slowly, seeming to be very satisfied with Wen Qingci's answer.
Hearing this, Ming Liu's hand that was holding Lan Fei trembled violently.
However, Xie Bufeng, who had already agreed to the "deal", seemed to be unaware that they were talking about him and continued to stand there expressionless.
As the calming incense burned, fatigue gradually appeared on the emperor's face.
In the eyes of this emperor, everyone in the palace has his or her own little calculations, and they hide them when facing him.
Only Wen Qingci said whatever he saw, devoted himself to medicine, and had no vested interests with anyone in Yongdu.
Therefore, what he said was what made him feel most at ease.
Through the swirling smoke, the emperor half-closed his eyes and murmured in a hoarse voice as if in a dream: "Doctor Wen, do you think this minor injury is worth making such a fuss?"
Hearing this, an alarm immediately sounded in Wen Qingci's mind.
The person on the dragon throne seemed to be asking a question, but he, who had read "Fu Ming Tang", knew that the other person already had the answer in his heart... The emperor just wanted to say it through someone else's mouth!
His Majesty Xie Zhaolin was originally the King of Suzhou in the previous dynasty.
Although he was "elected" to be emperor, in the eyes of some old people from the previous dynasty, this was still considered "an unjust acquisition of power."
Not all of those aristocratic families supported him.
In the original novel, Xie Zhaolin used various excuses to deal with a bunch of nobles who had left over from the previous dynasty.
Now, not only will he not let go of this opportunity, he will even use it as an excuse to make things bigger!
Wen Qingci's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his fingertips felt numb.
My behavior just now finally caused trouble.
Wen Qingci smiled softly. He avoided the question of "is it worth it?" and pretended not to think too much about it. He imitated Concubine Lan's words and said casually: "Since the prince is guilty of the same crime as the common people, if the children of the nobles really have problems, then they should also be handed over to the government office or the Ministry of Justice for handling."
The emperor laughed softly, as if he finally remembered Concubine Lan who was still kneeling in the palace: "...Okay, my beloved concubine, you all can go down."
"Why should we alert the Ministry of Justice to the mischief of a child?" After saying this, the emperor stopped talking and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep with the help of the calming incense.
The virtuous eunuch standing by pursed his lips and looked deeply at Wen Qingci.
Having followed the emperor for half his life, he knew that since the emperor did not reprimand Wen Qingci, it proved that he agreed with the imperial physician's opinion.
I'm afraid Yongdu's peaceful days will only last a few days.
Concubine Lan was pregnant, so the emperor allowed her to return to the palace in a sedan chair.
Wen Qingci packed up his medicine box and slowly left Ninghe Hall.
There was intermittent rain and snow in Yongdu, and the cold was bone-chilling.
The cold wind accompanied by rain and snow blew through the hall. As soon as Wen Qingci went out, he began to cough violently, with a fishy and sweet taste in his throat.
He put the handkerchief to his lips, and the next second there were a few spots of glaring scarlet.
If you don't treat yourself, you will have some problems with your body...
Wen Qingci silently put away the handkerchief.
"Mr. Wen, Mr. Wen!" At this moment, the eunuch suddenly called Wen Qingci, walked over quickly, and handed him an umbrella with a smile, "I saw that you didn't bring an umbrella when you came, so you must not get wet."
The virtuous eunuch was very good at observing people's words and expressions, and knew that Wen Qingci didn't like having anyone around him, so he just gave him an umbrella instead of sending anyone to hold it for him.
"My virtuous eunuch is so thoughtful." Wen Qingci hurriedly thanked him.
After doing this favor, Eunuch Xian exchanged a few simple greetings with Wen Qingci and then hurried back to Ninghe Palace.
The palace road was empty.
Wen Qingci walked forward slowly, holding the medicine box in one hand and holding an umbrella in the other.
After taking only two steps, he suddenly stopped.
Amid the vermilion palace walls and the flying snow, there is a dark figure walking alone in the wind and snow.
Looks extremely lonely.
Wen Qingci didn't say anything, but just quickened his pace and walked to his side holding an umbrella.
The body temperature of the person next to him, along with a faint bitter fragrance, passed through the half-wet clothes and reached the boy.
The umbrella that Eunuch Xian gave was not big.
The subtle touch while walking turned into a tingling sensation that was hard to ignore, crawling along his arm towards Xie Bufeng's heart.
The boy's breathing suddenly became disordered for a moment.
Neither of them spoke a word, and they just walked side by side in the wind and snow.
It was not until he saw Yulan from the Imperial Medical Bureau from afar that Wen Qingci realized belatedly that the young man next to him had become a little taller than him without him noticing.
(End of this chapter)