The Queen has arrived: An Lingrong does not want to fight in the palace after her rebirth

The sky was gloomy before the end of the first month of the year.

When they returned to the Yanx Palace, Noble Lady Fucha had already fallen asleep.

Seeing that she was really tired, Xia Dongchun hurriedly said with concern:

"Your Highness, I am here to take care of your sister, and the imperial physician is also here. Your Highness, you have been overworked, so why don't you go back to the bedroom and rest for a while?"

Life in the deep palace has completely polished Xia Dongchun, and now she is considerate of others. Seeing that Fu Cha was sleeping soundly, and as she still had something to ask Rendong, An Lingrong nodded and left.

In Le Dao Hall, An Lingrong finally asked after sending Bao Juan away: "Ren Dong, did you find anything unusual during the interrogation last night?"

"Your Majesty, Sang'er just keeps crying and doesn't know the answer to any of the questions. What Yu'er said is no different from what you answered before the emperor."

Upon hearing this, An Lingrong was extremely angry and chuckled: "Huh! They have practiced the question and answer session in advance, and informed Dahu to go to Lord Fucha's residence to see if Yuer's family is still working there?" She didn't have any hope for this, but it was a clue after all, and maybe there would be other discoveries.

Honeysuckle wrote it down, then pondered the details of that night again, and asked doubtfully: "My lady, there is one more thing. I wonder if it is considered abnormal?"

"What's the matter?"

"Sang'er brought a bunch of brand new red plum velvet flowers, and the velvet flowers were surrounded by a circle of pearls as big as rice grains."

The personal maids of the concubines in each palace always dress more appropriately than other palace servants, but the sensible ones will still avoid suspicion and not dress conspicuously.

An Lingrong thought about it carefully. Sang'er was quite well behaved in front of Noble Lady Fucha. She was rarely seen wearing brightly colored clothes. Even the velvet flowers and pearl flowers that palace maids often wore were mostly plain. There must be a reason why she suddenly started wearing brightly colored clothes.

"You must find a way to meet Sang'er, find out where the velvet flower came from, and then bring the flower to me." She had already been to the Ministry of Punishment today, and the other party had killed people to silence them in advance. Sang'er was the scapegoat they kept to convict the emperor, and her life would not be in danger for the time being. But if she returned to the Ministry of Punishment now, the Queen's people would surely be aware of it, and Sang'er would also be silenced. She could only tell Rendong to be careful.

Honeysuckle blamed herself and said, "My lady, it was all my carelessness. If I had realized something was wrong at the time, I wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble."

An Lingrong sneered: "It's not your fault. They do things in secret, so it's hard to guard against them. You just have to be more vigilant in the future." She said this to both Rendong and herself.

"Your Majesty, I have made note of it. I will go to the Ministry of Punishment tonight. But you should take a rest. You haven't had a full night's sleep since the epidemic began. You have been staying up all night long. Even a body of iron cannot bear it." Rendong looked at An Lingrong's pale face. Her master had been as delicate as a peach when she first entered the palace, but now she was as thin as a hairy peach. She couldn't help but feel distressed and advised her to take a rest again.

An Lingrong's body had long been unable to hold on, and the only thing that kept her going was the desire to find the flaw as soon as possible so that she could fight back against the Queen. Now that she finally had a clue, she could no longer hold on and fell dizzy on the bed.

Honeysuckle gently covered her with a quilt and quietly guarded her.

An Lingrong slept soundly that night. When she woke up, it was already past midnight. She was worried about Noble Lady Fucha and hurried to the main hall.

Rendong quietly slipped out of the Yanxi Palace.

Noble Lady Fucha was still sleeping, and Xia Dongchun replied softly, "Your Majesty, the Emperor came to see you and Noble Sister before dinner, and seeing that you were both resting, he did not send anyone to inform you. Noble Sister woke up for a while during dinner, and then went to bed again after eating porridge and taking medicine."

It’s enough that the emperor has come to see her. And the fact that Fu Cha can eat means that her vitality is recovering. But why was the imperial physician on duty changed to Zhang Mi? Where is Zhou Bing?

Zhang Mi seemed to know what An Lingrong was thinking, and hurriedly stepped forward to answer: "Your Highness, Concubine Wen, the epidemic in Fengtai Camp has been managed by Imperial Physician Zhou. Before dinner, the camp reported that many lieutenants in the army were infected with the epidemic, and Imperial Physician Zhou was urgently needed to take charge. That's why the Emperor asked me to come here."

Zhang Mi was the chief judge of the Imperial Hospital, and the emperor trusted him, so An Lingrong could only say, "Thank you for your hard work, Chief Judge."

Zhang Mi was very respectful: "This is my humble servant's job, and I don't deserve your hard work, Madam Wen. But Madam Fucha has lost too much energy and blood this time, and it will take several months to recuperate. I will have to trouble you more in the future."

Zhang Mi's words were not ambiguous. Since An Lingrong also understood medical principles, the matter of taking care of Noble Lady Fucha's health would naturally have to follow her suggestions, so as to avoid any mistakes and bring disaster to the Imperial Hospital.

An Lingrong knew it very well, so she stopped hiding it and took Noble Lady Fucha's pulse in front of Zhang Mi. Her pulse was not as strong and rapid as before, but was already a dry pulse. She just needed to take good care of her. However, Noble Lady Fucha was too sad and her mood was difficult to cheer up. She needed more guidance in the future, otherwise it would be bad for her recovery.

Zhang Mi remained calm while An Lingrong examined Fu Cha's pulse before speaking, "Madam Wenpin, I will be your guardian tonight. I will have to return to the Imperial Hospital tomorrow. I will trouble you and Imperial Doctor Zhou from now on."

Hearing that Zhou Bing could come back to help her look after Noble Lady Fucha, An Lingrong finally felt relieved. But if she was asked to leave...

An Lingrong was in a dilemma for a moment. She was afraid that Concubine Fucha would be too heartbroken and have another relapse at night. She was also worried about whether Rendong's trip to the Ministry of Punishment would go smoothly.

Xia Dongchun had been ignored in the palace and had learned to read people's expressions. She immediately said, "Your Majesty, you really shouldn't work any more. I will keep watch with Doctor Zhang tonight, so you can rest assured."

An Lingrong thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll trouble Xia Changzai to stay by my side for the first half of the night, and I'll come over to take your place in the second half."

After everything was arranged, An Lingrong returned to Ledao Hall and waited for Rendong with peace of mind.

Xia Dongchun saw that the fire in the room was half burned, so he hurriedly told Danshuang to add more charcoal.

It was almost midnight, and Rendong had not returned yet. An Lingrong was getting anxious and couldn't help thinking too much. She even went to the main hall on the way, and seeing that Xia Dongchun was quite dedicated, she returned to Ledao Hall to wait.

After the hour of Chou, Honeysuckle quietly walked into Ledao Hall.

"My queen, this is the velvet flower on Sang'er's head." Honeysuckle said as she handed over the cluster of flowers in her hand.

An Lingrong noticed that she had scratches on her hands and asked hurriedly, "How did it happen?"

Just as Ren Dong was about to answer, Xia Dongchun's high-pitched shout came from the main hall: "Blood! So much blood! Concubine Wen, please come quickly!"

Upon hearing this, An Lingrong hurriedly ran out. Rendong looked at the wound on her hand, quickly found a coat with slightly longer sleeves and put it on, then entered the main hall.

Inside the bedroom, Noble Lady Fucha's bed was covered in blood. Honeysuckle was born a hunter and was used to seeing life and death, but this was the first time she knew that a person could bleed so much.

"Empress Wen, Lady Fucha, you have a knot in your heart that is hard to untie. You were too sad in your sleep and it caused your blood to churn. This time you have a hemorrhage, which is very severe. I'm afraid it's dangerous. I have already asked someone to invite Jiang Shen, so please make preparations early!" Zhang Mi said anxiously.

An Lingrong took Fu Cha's hand and checked his pulse again, and it turned out to be a disease of blood exhaustion!

"Doctor Zhang, Doctor Zhang, your medicine is useless. My dear sister is bleeding more and more."

"Go and report to the Emperor and Empress."

"Madam Wenpin, do you have any magic recipe?"

Amid the noise, An Lingrong felt a chill in her heart. She had done so much, but she still couldn't prevent it.

Medical methods are not omnipotent.

Fu Cha's pulse was so severe that even a great immortal could not save him.

An Lingrong looked at her face which was so white that it was almost transparent, and tears rolled down her cheeks unnaturally.

She took up Noble Fucha's cold hand and rubbed it vigorously, but she could not warm up her gradually dissipating body temperature.

The person who gave An Lingrong warmth during the cold winter is no longer alive.

And An Lingrong didn't even say goodbye to her.