bestfiction Chapter 250 New drama
Chapter 250 New drama
In a room somewhere in the palace
Han Qingyi lay quietly on the bed, her face as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
Large beads of sweat kept seeping from her forehead, sliding down her cheeks, and soaking the pillow.
Her body trembled slightly, as if enveloped by an invisible chill.
Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from far away.
Consort Han led Imperial Physician Zhao over in a hurry.
As soon as Physician Zhao entered, he went straight to take Han Qingyi's pulse.
After a while, Physician Zhao released his grip and then quickly took out several slender silver needles from his medical kit.
Physician Zhao skillfully inserted silver needles into the acupoints on Han Qingyi's body. As each needle was inserted, Han Qingyi's trembling seemed to gradually lessen.
Finally, Physician Zhao finished administering acupuncture. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the extremely anxious Consort Han, saying, "Fortunately, her life has been saved for now!"
"However... Miss Han's aversion to cold has a long history and has been lurking in her body for many years. It is not easy to completely eradicate it."
"She will need long-term care. During this period, Ms. Han must try to minimize going out and pay more attention to keeping warm, especially avoiding damp and cold places such as riverbanks and lakesides."
Hearing Physician Zhao's words, Consort Han finally felt a little relieved.
She bowed deeply to Physician Zhao with gratitude and said, "Thank you, Physician Zhao!"
Imperial Physician Zhao quickly waved his hand, indicating that Consort Han did not need to be so polite: "Consort Han, there is no need for such formality. This old minister is merely acting under orders!"
Physician Zhao then wrote several prescriptions for Consort Han, gave her some instructions, and left.
After Physician Zhao left, Consort Han immediately dismissed everyone from the room.
Consort Han slowly walked to the bedside, her gaze falling on Han Qingyi's peaceful, sleeping face.
Her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were experiencing something unpleasant in her dream, and a fine layer of cold sweat was seeping from her forehead.
Han Guiren sighed softly, feeling helpless, "Sister, I'm so sorry to have wronged you!"
After speaking, Consort Han took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and carefully wiped the cold sweat from Han Qingyi's forehead.
Just then, with a creak, the tightly closed door was gently pushed open a crack.
Then, a palace maid entered. Upon seeing Consort Han, the maid quickly curtsied and respectfully said, "Greetings, Consort Han."
After bowing, she straightened up and continued, "Her Majesty said that you handled this matter well and did a very good job!"
Upon hearing this, Consort Han raised her eyebrows slightly, a barely perceptible smile appearing at the corner of her lips, and said, "This is all thanks to Your Highness. Without Your Highness's guidance and support, how could I have accomplished this matter?"
"Does Her Majesty have any other instructions?"
The palace maid smiled slightly and whispered a few words in Consort Han's ear.
As the palace maid's words reached her ears, Consort Han's expression first froze slightly, then gradually revealed a look of realization.
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The banquet on the other side had long since ended, and the guests had all left. Only Miss Zhu and Miss Zhao were specially kept behind by Chen Xianlin.
Upon hearing that Zhu Qianlin had been left in the palace by Chen Xianlin, Yu Yifei felt a sense of foreboding and muttered a curse.
Before Zheng Luoqi had gone far, he dared not delay and immediately sped toward the carriage she was riding in.
Yu Yifei was seen running wildly, panting heavily, with large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, and he was breathing heavily.
But he didn't care about any of that, and as he ran, he shouted, "My lord! Lord Zheng! Wait for me..." His anxious appearance was heartbreaking to see.
Finally, Yu Yifei caught up with Zheng Luoqi's carriage. He braced his hands on his knees, bent over, and desperately tried to regulate his rapid breathing. It took him a while to catch his breath.
Zheng Luoqi, inside the carriage, didn't seem too surprised that Yu Yifei had come to find him.
He gently lifted the car curtain, smiled at the disheveled Yu Yifei outside, and then gestured for him to get in the car to talk.
Yu Yifei didn't care about anything else and hurriedly boarded the carriage, sitting down with a thud.
Before he could even sit down properly, he eagerly asked, "Lord Zheng, my cousin has been detained by the Empress. Will something happen to her?"
"No! At most you'll suffer a bit. Just go back and wait for news! I also have some things to discuss with you!" Zheng Luoqi suddenly smiled maliciously.
Upon hearing this, Yu Yifei's heart tightened, and he quickly asked, "What is the matter, sir?" He saw that Zheng Luoqi's brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on Zheng Luoqi with a wary look on his face. Yu Yifei couldn't help but wonder what Zheng Luoqi was up to.
Zheng Luoqi smiled slightly and said slowly, "You've been at the Imperial Academy for so long, you must have made a lot of friends!"
“My theater is having a new show coming up soon. Remember to bring all your friends to see it!” With that, he fanned himself with his fan, his eyes fixed on Yu Yifei, waiting for his reply.
Upon hearing this, Yu Yifei's face showed a hint of suspicion, and he asked in confusion, "Is that all? Is there nothing else?"
He was secretly worried that Zheng Luoqi's expression might lead him to do something illegal or immoral.
Zheng Luoqi nodded slightly and replied, "Yes!"
Seeing Yu Yifei's puzzled expression, Zheng Luoqi instantly guessed what he was thinking.
He snorted coldly, closed the folding fan in his hand, and swung it hard at Yu Yifei's head without any mercy. A muffled "bang" was heard as it hit Yu Yifei's head solidly.
Caught off guard by the sudden, heavy blow, Yu Yifei winced in pain and let out a scream: "Ouch! That hurts!"
He yelled and covered his head tightly with both hands, secretly groaning that a big bump was about to swell up on his forehead.
Seeing this, Zheng Luoqi remained unmoved, his handsome face full of impatience.
After glaring fiercely at Yu Yifei, he shouted sternly, "Could your expression be any more obvious? Alright, get out of the carriage right now! Don't get in my way!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Yifei dared not be negligent in the slightest. He nodded hurriedly in agreement, jumped off the carriage, and ran away as fast as he could.