Chen looked at Long Hanxie puzzled, “I, along with four other imperial physicians, examined her. Even if I misdiagnosed, the other three were present, so that situation is impossible.”
Long Hanxie narrowed his eyes, “How could she suddenly recover?” A few days ago, he had panicked and forgotten basic common sense. Having been poisoned with white arsenic, how did Xu Qiu’er survive? They said she couldn’t be saved, but so much changed in just one day.
Chen smiled, “This is thanks to the Old Buddha.”
“Old Buddha?” Long Hanxie frowned.
Chen continued, “Her Ladyship was beyond saving. But the Old Buddha sent a thousand-year-old spiritual mushroom king, given to her by the late Empress Dowager for life-threatening situations in the palace.”
Long Hanxie studied Chen carefully, finding nothing suspicious, and said, “You may go. Remember to keep your mouth shut.”
“Yes.”
Long Hanxie narrowed his eyes. It seems someone has lied. He noted Xu Qiu’er cutting her hair short. An evil fire surged through him, burning without a place to vent.
A tall figure stood at the corner, wearing an embroidered robe, noble and sacred, as if everything around existed for him, yet his face remained indiscernible.
From afar, a thin voice called out, “Lord Gongson! Lord Gongson!”
“Is it clear?”
“Yes.”
“Consort Qiu will not forget Doctor Chen’s kindness.”
“This official does not dare.”
Red Ning screamed in agony as her body ached, as if her muscles were being torn and bones stripped. She suddenly sat up from the bed, her back drenched in sweat. Touching her skin, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and stared blankly. Xu Qiuer, enveloped in a blanket, dwelled on Gong Sun Jinyu’s last words: Hao Li wasn’t dead? This possibility burned in her mind, prompting her to call out, “Cang Yue, Cang Yue…”
“My lady, this servant is here,” Cang Yue replied from outside the tent.
“Is Hao Li dead?” Xu Qiuer realized the loopholes in the situation. Cang Yue’s eyes briefly panicked before she suppressed it. “This servant and Guan Yue witnessed it personally.”
Xu Qiuer pulled open the tent curtain and looked intently at Cang Yue. “Look me in the eyes and say it again.”
Cang Yue’s lips trembled as she met Xu Qiuer’s gaze, but her eyes drifted elsewhere. “This servant witnessed it personally.”
“Go and call Guan Yue.”
