mtl008 Chapter 637 The Final Question
Chapter 637 The Final Question
After a quiet dinner, the emperor said he had some memorials to deal with.
Shen Meizhuang personally escorted the person to the palace gate and bowed gracefully.
"Your Majesty, I respectfully send you off!"
The emperor looked at the woman in front of him whose palace dress seemed a little empty, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.
He sighed softly, "It's windy outside, please don't send me off."
After the emperor finished speaking, he strode away without waiting for Shen Meizhuang's response.
However, just as he approached the Yanxi Palace, he heard a panicked cry.
"master!"
The emperor paused and gave orders in a deep voice.
"Su Peisheng, go to the Xuanyuan Court to see Concubine Hui."
He was already over fifty years old and had seen off many people along the way. At this moment, he had a vague premonition that today's company might be to bid farewell to Concubine Hui.
In the past two years, whenever someone passed away, he would always think of himself.
His child was still young, so he didn't dare leave too early.
When Shen Meizhuang took a deep breath, she saw the white-bearded judge kneeling beside the bed and taking her pulse.
She pulled her hand back and spoke apologetically.
"I'm sorry to bother you again today. How much longer can this lady's body... hold out?"
How could the judge dare to say directly to the emperor's concubine: You won't live for more than two months.
He still repeated what he said before, "Empress Hui, please relax and take good care of yourself."
"I will write the prescription right away."
"Okay, the labor court has made the judgment."
Shen Meizhuang could tell from his anxious words that she didn't have much time left.
When Qingju came back from the hospital after sending the judge, she saw that her master, who had been lying down, had sat up.
She quickly placed two pillows behind her and asked with concern.
"Master, you have been sitting for too long today. Why don't you lie down and rest?"
"Qingju, have someone guard outside the bedroom. I have something to say."
Shen Meizhuang silently went over the plan in her mind, with a crazy determination in her eyes.
When I came to my senses, I found Qingju already kneeling in front of the bed.
"Have someone outside the palace spread the news that Zhen Huan is trapped in Zhongcui Palace and has fallen out of favor to Wen Shichu. Remember, the more tragic the better."
"Yes, I have remembered it."
When Qingju heard this, tears welled up in her eyes, but she still agreed while crying.
Shen Meizhuang stretched out her hand in front of her.
"Give me the stuff."
Qingju knelt and backed away, shaking her head and begging, "Master, please don't..."
Shen Meizhuang closed her eyes with great effort, "Qingju, I'm so tired, I really can't hold on any longer..."
Every night as soon as she closed her eyes, every moment she spent with Zhen Huan flashed through her mind, and each scene seemed to mercilessly tell of her past stupidity.
The next day, Shen Meizhuang opened her eyes after a short rest, and Qingju reported to her in a low voice.
"Master, Doctor Wen is here to take your pulse."
Shen Meizhuang replied as usual.
"Invite him in."
Qingju pursed her lips, looked at her reluctantly for several times, then pointed under the bed with her little finger.
Shen Meizhuang nodded slightly and urged gently.
"Go quickly."
"Doctor Wen and Huan'er have a history, and he's devoted to me. Don't keep me waiting."
A moment later, Wen Shichu, who had lost a lot of weight, appeared in front of Shen Meizhuang.
"Wen Shichu, the Imperial Physician of the Imperial Hospital..."
Shen Meizhuang raised her hand slightly.
"Master Wen, there's no need to be so polite. What brings you here today?"
Wen Shichu took out a warm, big-bellied small porcelain bottle from his medicine box and handed it over respectfully.
"I heard from my colleagues that Concubine Hui fainted at the palace gate yesterday, so I hurriedly prepared some pills to help her recover. If you feel even slightly unwell, you can take some."
"Thank you, Doctor Wen, for your kindness. I once heard Huan'er say that the pills you made yourself are priceless. I never thought I would be so lucky to get them now."
Shen Meizhuang mentioned it casually and asked.
"I heard that Doctor Wen's wedding is coming soon, but is that true?"
The bitterness on Wen Shichu's tongue spread rapidly, and he replied truthfully.
"Reporting to Her Majesty, the family has indeed set a wedding date. However, it is inconvenient to bring the invitation into the palace. I hope Her Majesty will forgive me."
He sighed inwardly, thinking that even though he couldn't marry his beloved in this life, it was good enough that he could protect his beloved sister.
Wen Shichu, who was looking down at his feet, didn't notice that Shen Meizhuang opened the small porcelain bottle, quickly put something in it, and then shook it.
"I know the palace rules are strict, but the date for your wedding with Sister Huan'er has been set. Have you informed her?"
Wen Shichu bowed towards Shen Meizhuang.
"Empress Hui, please convey this matter to me."
Concubine Hui once said that the emperor was very suspicious, and he, who had been beaten with twenty boards, understood this well.
When he stepped out of Yongshou Palace that day, he swore: As long as Huan'er lived well, he would watch from afar.
But unexpectedly, the emperor still took his anger out on Huan'er because of what happened that day.
Upon hearing that Zhongcui Palace had almost become a cold palace, the emperor never visited the Eleventh Prince and Princess Lingxi.
He ignored the obstruction of his parents and Yu Rao and insisted on going into the palace to take a look.
Even if we can't meet in person, it's good to know the news about old friends and new ones.
Shen Meizhuang put away her gentle smile and scanned Wen Shichu up and down with her sharp eyes.
she asked sharply.
"Doctor Wen, there are no outsiders here. I want to know how true what Guaerjia said that day was."
Wen Shichu was shocked and quickly explained.
"Reporting to the Queen, Concubine Qi has always been jealous of Concubine Zhen. Her words..."
"Enough! Wen Shichu, I'm not blind. Even I can easily see your feelings for Huan'er. You're not so smart as to think that the Emperor can't see it, are you?"
Faced with Shen Meizhuang's questioning, Wen Shichu was speechless for a moment.
He has kept that lively woman in his heart for many years ever since he could remember.
"Doctor Wen! Let me ask you again, are you related to Huan'er's twins?"
Wen Shichu was frightened by these words and retorted subconsciously.
"Empress Hui, please be careful with your words! On that day, in front of all the masters, the Emperor's blood merged with Princess Lingxi's blood. This is enough to prove that the twins are the Emperor's children."
Shen Meizhuang smiled sarcastically.
"Wen Shichu, I once saw one of your white handkerchiefs in Huan'er's box. On one corner of that handkerchief was embroidered a small five-petal bamboo leaf with the same color thread."