SFS Chapter 368: Greetings from Yikun Palace
Chapter 368: Greetings from Yikun Palace
The emperor, sitting at the top, was casually playing with the white jade ring on his thumb, thinking about how to deal with Zhang Wuwei.
It was he who diagnosed that the Empress Dowager was pregnant, and it was he who took the initiative to report Hongli's rebellious words. He even ruined Hongli's voice under his suggestion.
This man is indeed loyal, but he is unlucky. Any royal secret he knows is enough to get him beheaded.
The emperor, who has been able to sit on his current throne, understands better than anyone that only the dead can keep secrets.
"Zhang Wuwei, do you know why I transferred you from the Imperial Hospital to the Yangxin Palace alone?"
"I am a fool, and I beg Your Majesty to explain clearly."
Zhang Wuwei was also very puzzled.
He had heard that the Imperial Medical Service had the most powerful medical books in the world, so he plunged in despite his wife's dissuasion.
But after entering the Imperial Medical Bureau, he found out that the imperial physician had close ties with the imperial harem, and if he was not careful, his entire family would be wiped out.
From then on, he devoted himself to reading medical books in the Imperial Hospital and occasionally taking the pulses of the palace maids.
The concubines in the harem competed with each other for beauty, and the princes of the previous dynasty fought tooth and nail for the throne.
Zhang Wuwei turned a deaf ear to this and only treated the ladies of low status when he had no choice.
The emperor touched the scar on his right arm and waved his hand irritably.
"You... forget it. Go find Su Peisheng and get ten strokes of the cane yourself. The other imperial physicians will take over from Yong'an Beile."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."
Zhang Wuwei shouted this particularly loudly.
When he cheerfully conveyed the emperor's words to Su Peisheng, Su Peisheng looked at him in surprise several times.
"Doctor Zhang, you seem to be in a good mood, don't you?"
"Eunuch Su, please hurry up and don't delay the beating."
Zhang Wuwei was dissatisfied with Su Peisheng's slow pace and hurriedly urged him to go faster.
The emperor said he would beat me with a stick. What if I regretted it and ended up being beheaded?
They need to hurry up.
"Okay, okay, okay, Doctor Zhang, you're a real man. I'll have my men treat you well."
After being beaten with ten solid boards, Zhang Wuwei declined Su Peisheng's offer of support and dragged his bloody body back to his residence.
As soon as the door was closed, Zhang Wuwei grinned despite the pain.
He did not disappoint his wife's expectations and his life was finally saved.
Not long after, Su Peisheng's voice sounded outside the door.
"Doctor Zhang, the emperor is merciful and allows you to return home to recuperate."
Su Peisheng pushed the door open and directly lifted up his pants to clean his wound.
"This is the leftover ointment from my family last time. It's a bargain for you."
"Thank you, Eunuch Su. I'll prepare a few more boxes for you when I return to the palace..."
"Ouch! Manager Su, please be gentler!"
Zhang Wuwei screamed in pain.
Su Peisheng turned a deaf ear to Zhang Wuwei's protests.
This old guy really can't talk, he deserves to suffer.
"Zhang Wuwei, you're truly blessed. The Emperor not only granted you a two-week vacation, but also made an exception and transferred your two sons, who run a clinic, to the Imperial Hospital."
"The Zhang family has three imperial physicians, which is really the envy of others."
Zhang Wuwei was shocked when he heard this.
Is the emperor afraid that he won't keep his mouth shut and is holding his two sons as hostages?
As soon as he understood, his joy of being able to go home disappeared instantly.
Zhang Wuwei replied with a choked voice.
"Master Su, I reek of blood and I'm afraid it might bother the Emperor. Please express your gratitude to him on my behalf."
"It's a small matter. I'll leave it to you."
Su Peisheng advised while tying the cloth strips.
"Doctor Zhang, you and I both serve the Emperor. I don't know what taboo you've violated, but the fact that the Master is furious with you right now means this matter is over."
"You should take good care of your injuries. Don't worry about the two guys who are employed by the Imperial Hospital. I will have someone help look after them."
"Mr. Su, thank you very much."
Zhang Wuwei silently made a decision in his heart that next time when prescribing medicine for Su Peisheng, he would try not to put too much Coptis chinensis in it.
"We're old acquaintances, so don't be polite. I've had experience with beatings, so even after applying the medicine, you can't relax. Write yourself a prescription for fever-reducing medicine, and I'll have someone get it."
The person who served Zhang Wuwei's writing brush and ink was Xiao Xiazi, and Su Peisheng casually assigned him the task of getting the medicine.
A cool breeze blew across the palace road from time to time. Apart from the patrolling guards, there were almost no palace servants walking outside.
Xiao Xiazi tightened her collar to block out the cool breeze, coughed a few times, and then hurried to the Imperial Hospital.
As night deepened, the lights in the palace gradually went out.
Yongshou Palace was no exception. A palace maid holding a candlestick tiptoed into the small room in the main hall and asked softly.
"Master, are you asleep?"
An Lingrong's slightly confused eyes instantly became clear when she heard the familiar question.
"Bao Que, I'm not asleep yet. Do you have something to report to me when you come here at this time?"
"Master, the news from Concubine Yu Shu is that Prince Yong'an has not yet recovered from the poison, causing him to injure his throat and become unable to speak."
"Someone else reported: Imperial Physician Zhang Wuwei, who treated Prince Yong'an, went to the Yangxin Palace to apologize. He received ten beatings with sticks and is now recuperating in bed. Su Peisheng arranged for Xiao Xiazi to look after Zhang Wuwei."
"I understand. Baoque, go back and get some rest. You still have to go to Yikun Palace to pay your respects tomorrow morning. Don't miss the time."
An Lingrong drove them away in a gentle voice.
Now she finally understood what was strange about the emperor giving the Fourth Prince the title of Beile.
Judging from the two things that just happened, "Yong'an" means permanent peace.
When An Lingrong thought that the Fourth Prince's throat was destroyed by Zhang Wuwei at the order of the Emperor, a chill instantly rose from her tailbone and spread throughout her body. She was so cold that she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
In the three words "Huang Ama", the word "Huang" comes first, which means that the emperor is first the head of the royal family, and only then the Ama of the princes.
No wonder Xiangshan Jushi left behind poems like "The imperial family is the most ruthless" to warn future generations.
She once thought that the emperor loved his children. What had blinded her eyes?
An Lingrong pounded the bed hard a few times. As long as the throne was involved, there was no family affection at all in the royal family.
The palace fell into silence in the dark night, but An Lingrong was so cold that she couldn't fall asleep.
The Fourth Prince almost sacrificed his life to teach a lesson to those who came after him who coveted the throne. After much thought, she decided that Hongzhan should know about this.
There was a slight sound of a door opening, and An Lingrong, who had fallen asleep with a quilt in her arms, suddenly opened her eyes.
"Master, we have to pay our respects to the Yikun Palace today. It's time to leave the room."