After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

The news of the emperor's serious illness was like a thousand-pound rock, silently sinking into Qin Suling's heart, causing ripples.

It is like the last dead leaf in late autumn, slowly falling, with an unspeakable heaviness in the silence.

Her heart suddenly tightened, as if bound by invisible shackles, the breath in her chest was almost strangled, and the air around her became sticky and heavy, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

Memories of the past came flooding back like a tide, overlapping startlingly with the scene before me.

The emperor's body is in danger, and the wheel of history seems to be heading towards the predetermined trajectory again, but with a bit of reluctance and struggle.

At that time, she was deeply caught in the vortex of a battle of wits with the Fourth Prince. She took every step carefully, her mind focused on the changing situation in the court, and had no time to care about anything else.

Now, the situation has changed again, but the fire in her heart has become even more intense. She vows to rewrite the predetermined fate with her own strength and lead the torrent of history to the unknown shore.

The night in the Forbidden City is darker than usual. Although the moonlight is thin, it still strives to penetrate the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, covering this solemn and heavy palace with a layer of light silver gauze.

Beside the dragon bed, the candlelight flickered, emitting a dim and warm light, illuminating the worried faces. Everyone's eyes contained deep concern and helplessness for the emperor.

The elites of the Imperial Medical Service, dressed in gorgeous official uniforms and with solemn expressions, took turns to come forward to take the emperor's pulse.

Their whispers were like small streams gathering into a river, trying to capture the faint spark of life from the emperor's faint pulse.

The queen sat on the edge of the bed with a dignified demeanor, but her hands tightly clasped around the silk revealed her inner anxiety and helplessness.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall. She just gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, as if telling herself that she must not be weak.

Deep in the harem, the concubines either shed tears secretly or prayed in low voices. Each of them had their own ulterior motives, but they had to maintain superficial harmony and peace.

The princes and princesses stood in line, their eyes showing deep worry about their father's illness and uneasiness about the future situation.

The heaviness and complexity of this matter cannot be fully expressed in words.

Qi Qiyuan and Qin Suling walked side by side into this solemn atmosphere. Their steps were steady and decisive, and every step showed their loyalty and determination to the emperor.

In front of the dragon bed, they first performed the etiquette between monarch and subject. Then, Fang Youyi looked at the emperor gently but firmly. The concern and worry in his eyes were evident without words.

"According to the eunuch who was on night watch, Your Majesty woke up several times last night and was extremely sleepy, so the morning court session was temporarily put on hold."

The Queen's voice was soft, but every word was clear, revealing her deep worry and reluctance as a partner. "At first I thought it was just a minor illness, but I never thought..."

When she said this, her voice trembled slightly and she almost choked. Her helplessness and despair moved everyone present.

Qin Suling felt even more burdened when he heard this.

She walked forward slowly, looking closely at the emperor on the dragon couch. His once majestic face had now become pale and haggard, his lips were dull and lifeless, his nostrils twitched rapidly, and every breath seemed to drain all his strength.

She thought to herself that the symptoms were indeed similar to those of asthma, but the exact cause still needed further diagnosis.

"Although I am not a medical genius, I do have some basic medical experience," she asked softly, her tone full of determination. "Your Majesty's condition seems to be similar to that of asthma. However, the exact cause of the disease can only be determined by diagnosing it in person. I beg Your Majesty to grant me permission to diagnose the emperor's pulse, which may provide a glimmer of hope."

When the queen heard his words, a look of surprise appeared in her eyes, like a shooting star across the night sky, and instantly returned to the deep pool.

She slowly turned her pearly eyes, finally fixing on Qin Suling's slightly worried face, as if she wanted to find more information from those clear eyes.

The imperial physician bowed at the right time and confirmed Fang Youyi's medical skills in his steady and powerful voice: "Madam Qi's mastery of pharmacology is rare in the world, and she is also good at the subtle and unpredictable method of acupuncture. There is no doubt that her medical skills are superb."

The queen sighed softly, the sound was as thin as a thread, but it seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.

Her eyes swept across everyone in the hall, and finally turned into a look of determination, as if she had silently weighed the myriad possibilities in her heart and finally made a decision: "In this case, Madam Qi, you should go forward and examine the emperor carefully. With me and the other imperial doctors here, we will definitely be able to protect the emperor."

When Qin Suling heard this, an indescribable excitement and responsibility surged in her heart. She took a deep breath, as if to take all the tension and uneasiness into her chest, and then slowly leaned forward.

Her fingertips gently touched the emperor's pulse. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. All the noise around her drifted away from her. Only her heartbeat and the emperor's heartbeat remained, intertwined like surging waves.

The pulse was weak and rapid, and every beat revealed uneasiness and fragility, which was so strikingly similar to the pulse during a heart attack.

However, Qin Suling's heart was extremely firm. She knew very well that the emperor's heart was fine. It was just palpitations caused by wheezing.

But why did the emperor suddenly suffer from wheezing?

Is there some unknown secret hidden behind this?

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes flashing with inquiring light, and she secretly vowed in her heart that she would uncover the layers of fog, save the emperor from danger, and prevent the tragedy of history from happening again.

The night was deep, covering the palace as heavily as ink, but it could not conceal the tension and anxiety that permeated the palace.

The panting was subtle and rapid, and sounded particularly harsh in the quiet air, like fallen leaves drifting in the autumn wind. Every breath touched the queen's anxious heart.

She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white from the force, her eyes filled with worry and reluctance for her husband's safety: "Quickly find a solution! The emperor's health is related to the foundation of the country, there can be no mistakes..."

The fourth prince, dressed in a brocade robe, stood aside, his brows revealing a calmness and wisdom that did not match his age.

He took a step forward at the right time, and said in a gentle but firm voice: "Mother, I dare to say that my father's wheezing this time seems to be different from usual. I have searched ancient books and have not seen similar records."

Upon hearing this, the Queen frowned slightly, her thoughts racing, and finally nodded slightly, with a hint of worry in her eyes: "That's right, the Emperor has always been in good health, how could he suddenly fall ill?"

Qin Suling's eyes were deep, as if he could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

She pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Perhaps, some unusual things have been introduced into the palace recently, or there has been negligence in the use of medicine?" After saying this, she had secretly decided to investigate the matter in depth to find a glimmer of hope for the emperor.

"I beg you to order a thorough investigation of my father's recent diet and medication records. I am willing to work side by side with the imperial doctors to uncover the truth behind this." The fourth prince spoke earnestly and with a firm gaze. The queen nodded when she heard this, with a look of determination in her eyes.

Soon, a eunuch came hurriedly with a thick record book, which recorded the emperor's daily life in detail, even down to every turn and every cough.

Qin Suling took the booklet and carefully read it page by page, his eyes revealing a determination not to miss it.

Finally, in an inconspicuous corner, she found the strange and weird name "Tongziwan".

"Boy pill? What on earth is this?" She raised her head and scanned the doctors sharply. The doctors looked at each other in confusion, and finally an elderly doctor trembled and answered: "This is... something made by alchemists, not something commonly used by doctors like us."

Qin Suling was shocked when he heard this, and his voice was filled with a chill: "An elixir? How dare someone use such an unproven thing on my father!" Upon hearing this, the queen's face changed drastically. She stood up suddenly, furious: "Who is so bold? Find out the truth quickly and punish him severely!"

For a time, there was a turmoil inside and outside the palace, and the order for investigation quickly spread to every corner.

However, the emperor's illness was like adding fuel to the fire and no time could be lost.

Qin Suling acted promptly and, based on his years of experience studying medical theory, prescribed a prescription specifically for wind disease and ordered someone to prepare it immediately.

By the time the head of the Imperial Hospital finally figured out the complex composition of the "Boy Pill" - it turned out to be made of autumn stone refined from boy's urine as the main ingredient, supplemented by a variety of nourishing herbs, and after going through complicated processes, the medicine had already been boiled, and its aroma was mixed with a bit of strange flavor.

Qin Suling took the medicine bowl personally, his eyes full of tenderness and determination.

She slowly walked to the emperor's side, and the prince carefully helped his father up.

Qin Suling fed the medicine one spoonful at a time, and every movement revealed endless care and expectation.

Although the emperor was seriously ill, he was still conscious. Looking at the scene before him, a trace of comfort and gratitude flashed in his eyes.

After slowly drinking a bowl of medicine, the wheezing seemed to ease.

Just when everyone was feeling a little relieved, the report from the head of the Imperial Hospital made the atmosphere tense again: "Although this medicine is unique and effective, it also contains unknown risks. I hope Your Highnesses will be more cautious in the future."

When the Queen heard this, she was shocked, but more importantly, she was afraid of the unknown and deeply worried about the Emperor's safety.