If An Lingrong was reborn before the draft

When Ling Rong arrived at the Yangxin Palace, Concubine Hua, Concubine Duan and other concubines were already there.

She anxiously stepped forward and asked the imperial physician, "Doctor Zhao, how is the emperor?"

Doctor Zhao replied, "Madam Concubine Xian, time is too short and the cause of the disease has not yet been determined, but..."

"But what? Just tell me!" Ling Rong asked impatiently.

"Well..., but judging from the pulse, I think it seems to be poisoning." Doctor Zhao himself said with some uncertainty.

"It seems?" Ling Rong heard the hesitation of Doctor Zhao, "Why do you say that? Have the other doctors been called? Ask them to consult with the emperor."

"In reply to Her Majesty, I have already gone to announce it." Su Peisheng stepped forward and said at the right time.

Lingrong felt a little relieved. She moved closer to the bed. The one sitting beside the bed was Concubine Duan, while Concubine Hua, who always shared the emperor's worries, was sitting on a chair beside her, drinking tea calmly, looking completely indifferent.

The emperor's face was pale and blue, not looking good. He closed his eyes tightly, frowned, as if he was enduring pain.

In front of the Yangxin Palace, a group of concubines of low rank who were not allowed to see the emperor were crying, as if the emperor would die in the next second.

"Why are you crying? Go back to your own palace. Crying will ruin your luck."

When Lingrong heard the voice, she knew it was Taihou who came.

"What's wrong? Why did the emperor faint?" The empress dowager walked to the emperor's bed, looked at his face, then turned to ask several people in the room.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Zhao said that the Emperor's pulse sounded like poisoning," Imperial Concubine Hua replied cautiously, bowing.

Unlike the indifference just now, she was the highest in the room, so she could suppress any outrageous behavior, and she didn't need to explain to Lingrong, who was lower than her. But now, the Queen Mother was the only one who could punish her directly without any reason, so she had to be careful.

"Tell me more about it."

"When I took the emperor's pulse, I found that it was disordered and slow, accompanied by weakness, and it was slippery, rapid and strong. This is a typical pulse of poisoning, which should mean that the poison is severe. But I am not sure what specific poison it is." Doctor Zhao stepped forward and bowed to answer.

The Queen Mother frowned, glanced at everyone sharply, and said in a stern voice: "This matter must be thoroughly investigated! If anyone dares to murder the emperor, they will be severely punished! Su Peisheng, all the pulse records, food records, and palace servants of the Emperor in the past six months will be detained and await interrogation."

"Yes."

"Where's the queen? Have you called her back? Why is she still recovering from illness when such a big thing happened in the palace?" the queen mother said naggingly.

At this critical moment, if the emperor wakes up, he will definitely be weak for a while, and the former court and the harem need someone to calm him down. If he really can't wake up, a new emperor must be chosen, and the queen must be in the palace at this time.

The empress dowager had been sitting in the front hall. A group of imperial doctors came to feel the emperor's pulse and confirmed that the emperor was poisoned. However, they could not tell what the poison was yet, and they had to check carefully from the people and things the emperor had come into contact with.

Several imperial doctors were walking around under the Empress Dowager's nose, not daring to slack off even for a moment. In the back hall, the Emperor was being taken care of by Concubine Duan and Concubine Hua Gui, so even if Ling Rong wanted to go forward, there was no place for her, so she simply stood behind the Empress Dowager and massaged her shoulders.

The Queen Mother patted her hand and said, "Come and sit down too."

The Queen Mother was in a bad mood at this time, so Ling Rong did not pretend to refuse and sat down to comfort her, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the Emperor is strong and will be fine."