Medical Consort vs. Evil Sickish Prince - C347 Imperial visit

That “Qing Li” was calling out to someone, but no one knew which one. No wonder she was looking up with such an expression.

“Gu Qing Li?” Gu Qingli was already used to this identity, so she was soon going to forget about her previous life.

The faint shadow turned around, with a little confusion in his eyes. After a while, he asked softly, “Are you calling me?”

“Have you forgotten your name?” Gu Qingli couldn’t believe it.

The other person was dazed for a moment, then nodded: “That’s right, I’m Gu Qingli …” I… “Where did you come from?”

Gu Qingli couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart. Not only would it dissipate, it would even gradually lose her memory before dispersing. She didn’t want to. She had to remember everything. She didn’t want to forget Xiao Yixiu and her past.

The sky and the earth dimmed, and the phoenix eye disappeared, returning to a state of primal chaos.

On the outside of the soul orb, Helian Yu placed the soul orb on his body, then stood up and left the Eastern Palace.

He could only imagine how the unconscious Xu Jingzi would grit his teeth after returning to his manor and wake up. There would still be some time before the Xu family would use their trump card. Xu Jingzi couldn’t possibly kill his Imperial Concubine Zuo while he was half dead.

The Emperor didn’t think too much of Xu Zhengwen’s illness. He only asked a few questions out of concern, wondering why the disease was so violent that he couldn’t even bring a patient to court himself.

However, Xu Xiang’s sincere words and worried expression made Helian Yuan Chen believe without a doubt.

Of course, this matter wouldn’t be spread to the imperial harem, but Imperial Concubine Zuo would definitely use all her eyes and ears to find out about it. She fearfully thought to herself, “Minister Xu, what is going on?”

She was unable to restrain herself for the moment, yet she did not dare to carelessly send people over. She only heard about the matter after she had personally gone to the Eastern Palace at midnight, and only then did she hear about the matter from Helian Yu. The people had already been dealt with long ago, and the Prime Minister’s Estate and Shang Shu Manor could not find Xu Jingzi.

Zuo Lian was worried when he thought about how people could go missing. “Didn’t the Crown Prince say he would help me with this? “If Xu Xiang were to investigate, he would suspect me.”

Helian Yu glanced at her and said lazily, “That night, Imperial Concubine came to the Eastern Palace. She only begged me to help you take care of the corpse. She didn’t let me clean up the aftermath for you.”

Zuo Lian was so angry that he almost vomited blood. If he couldn’t cover it up, then why would he bother begging him for help?

Helian Yu smiled and narrowed his phoenix eyes. With a cold look in his eyes, he asked, “Why did Imperial Concubine Zuo assassinate Minister Xu? Are you still unwilling to say?”

Zuo Lian gritted his teeth and said: “That is my private matter. Even if it is terrible, it has nothing to do with the crown prince.”

Helian Yu smiled again. He thought to himself, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance. You still have to keep this secret at all costs. You want to keep Helian Meng as your last trump card.

Xu Shangshu did not come to court for many days, but a rumor passed through the court that his illness would not be cured, and a rumor that he had disappeared for many days had inevitably spread to the ears of Helian Yuan Chen.

Even though the emperor worked diligently, he would also have some free time sometimes. After hearing the rumours, he decided to show compassion to the officials and personally make a trip to the Shang Shu Manor to treat his illness. The attendants naturally knew that even though the Minister was an extremely popular official, he couldn’t work for the Emperor. He was most likely looking at Xu Xiang’s face.

In fact, the Emperor was thinking of a secret rumour in his swaying jade sedan.

Every year during the auspicious season, the imperial concubines would go to the palace to visit the Buddha to pay their respects. Only the Imperial Consort of the Left would not travel with others, always living alone in the backyard of the Zen Palace for three days under the guise of being quiet and undisturbed. And Xu Shangshu had never heard the words of worshiping the Buddha, why was he suddenly ill on the emperor’s mountain and sent back to the mansion?

It would be fine if he didn’t investigate this matter. However, once he did, he found out that Prince Xu liked to go to the Cloud Realm at midnight to discuss Zen with Reverend Fang. He would return to the imperial court in the early hours of the morning without delay.

Once the secret rumor reached the ears of the emperor, he immediately had doubts. He also heard that the person who sent the Minister back home that night, as well as the trusted eunuch by Empress Xu’s side, was even more suspicious.

There was no doubt that Empress Xu cared about her own younger brother, but why could she not speak of this to others? How could a person not go in the middle of the day and discuss Zen in the middle of the year?

The emperor entered Shang Shu Manor doubtfully, his face still carrying a peaceful smile.

The dignified royal etiquette was arranged so strictly outside the estate, that the Xu Family members were all shocked by it.

Although the two residences were separated by a wall, in reality, they still belonged to the same residence. The entrance was connected to the entrance to the Moon Cave, and even the houses in this area were the foundation of the Xu family, divided into two residences for the sake of being more imposing and extravagant.

The Emperor spoke a few words of gentleness to them before the old couple led them to the courtyard of the Minister, leaving them to wait outside in the drawing room and enter by themselves.

Xu Xiang was naturally puzzled, but how could the Emperor dare to disobey the emperor’s orders? He could only instruct the servants to bring tea and food for them, fearing that there might be even the slightest bit of indiscretion.

Xu Jingzi had lost too much blood, and his face was very pale. When he heard that the emperor had personally entered the palace and was feeling very ill, he was shocked and frightened, not even a little bit of happiness could be seen on his face. He rolled and crawled to get out of the bed to greet the emperor, but he was too exhausted.

The emperor waved his hand to order all the servants in the Shang Shu Manor to retreat, while his own men guarded the entrance of the dorm tightly.

Xu Jingzi, who had received the imperial edict, could only half-lean back and answer. His legs trembled under the covers, and he could only smile guiltily in thanks to the emperor.

He rubbed the armrest of his chair and asked about Xu Jingzi’s illness, only to find that his face had changed. He stammered and stammered, saying that even the doctors said that he didn’t know, that he didn’t know anything about medicine, and that he didn’t understand.

Helian Yuan Chen just smiled gently and sat on the edge of the bed, causing Xu Jingzi to flinch at the corner of the bed.

“Xu Aiqing, why does it seem like you’re very afraid of me?” Helian Yuan Chen smiled as he extended his arm to pat his shoulder and said, “Apart from his status as a sovereign and subject, my beloved official is also the Empress’s blood brother. My brother-in-law can always be considered a marriage relative, so there’s no need to be so formal.”

Helian Yuan Chen had circulated three portions of his Zhen Qi to slap the palm of Xu Jingzi’s hand, causing the air in front of his chest to stifle. A sweet and fishy taste rose from his throat as his Qi and blood surged upwards.

Xu Jingzi knew that he could not be impolite in front of the emperor, so he forcefully swallowed his surging qi and blood. He felt the wound on his chest open up again, and he knew it was bad, but he didn’t understand why the emperor was hitting him so hard.

I heard that you were born on the night of Guan Yin’s birth. Oh, no, actually it was brought down from the Emperor’s Mountain near the morning of the next day. Could it be that you went to the Cloud Realm Temple late at night to discuss Zen matter with Reverend Fang?

Xu Jingzi’s face was ashen, devoid of any color, but a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, making him unable to speak. He knew in his heart that the Emperor would not speak without thinking. If he could say such words, then Reverend Cloud Realm must have taken the initiative.

He couldn’t help but let out a sad smile. He thought that he finally failed to retrieve his life. He just didn’t know how much of a burden this was and how much the Emperor knew.