“Your Highness, Princess Consort, Prince Yu has arrived with Princess Western Ling.”
“Princess Western Ling’s headache is so severe she’s rolling on the floor in pain. Princess Consort, you should hurry over and take a loo—”
Feng Jingge’s expression darkened as she cut Qing Shan off.
“Where are they?”
“In the front hall!”
The moment Qing Shan finished speaking, a figure flashed past his eyes.
When he looked carefully again, only the prince carrying a candied hawthorn stick remained before him.
The princess consort had already vanished without a trace.
Xiao Jinghan spoke, “Catch.”
He tossed the candied hawthorn to Qing Shan, who hurriedly caught it.
Then Xiao Jinghan moved to enter the residence, but Qing Shan suddenly called out to stop him.
“Your Highness, wait!”
Xiao Jinghan paused. Qing Shan stepped to his side and lowered his voice.
“Liu Qingqing was taken away.”
“It was the Blood Pagoda’s people.”
“When the shadow guards were monitoring her, they discovered Liu Qingqing had secretly been in contact with Shen Fufeng.”
“It happened the same day her maid returned to the manor looking for Your Highness, saying Liu Qingqing was gravely ill and refusing medicine.”
“That day, Shen Fufeng went to see Liu Qingqing.”
“This subordinate suspects Liu Qingqing and Shen Fufeng know each other.”
Xiao Jinghan asked, “Did you send people to search for her?”
Qing Shan blinked in confusion. “Liu Qingqing?”
Xiao Jinghan shot him a cold glare.
Understanding instantly, Qing Shan immediately corrected himself.
“We sent people to search.”
“But the Blood Pagoda’s people are far too cunning. Our men couldn’t find the slightest trace of them.”
“It’s just like when Your Highness disappeared last time. If not for the princess consort exchanging herself to bring you back, we never would’ve known where she was.”
Xiao Jinghan did not answer immediately.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke again.
“Take some men and search around that residence from last time. See if there’s anything there.”
“After all, she was someone my royal mother picked up back then.”
Qing Shan nodded. “Understood.”
Xiao Jinghan waved his hand. “Go.”
Carrying the candied hawthorn stick over his shoulder, Qing Shan vanished in a flash.
Xiao Jinghan remained standing there, lowering his eyes in thought for a moment before finally stepping into the manor.
Meanwhile, Feng Jingge had already rushed to the front hall.
Yet instead of hearing painful screams, the hall was strangely quiet.
Her brows furrowed.
Could Qing Shan have been fooling her?
Carrying her doubts, she entered the hall.
Prince Yu was holding Xi Liyue in his arms, his handsome face filled with worry.
As though hearing footsteps, he raised his head. The moment he saw Feng Jingge, his dim eyes instantly lit up.
He hurriedly said, “Imperial Aunt, you’re finally back.”
“I… I’ve nearly been tormented to death by her.”
By the end, his voice was practically choked with tears.
Clearly, Xi Liyue had exhausted him thoroughly.
Feng Jingge chuckled teasingly.
“Isn’t she lying quietly in your arms without any reaction at all?”
“How exactly did she torment you?”
Prince Yu looked like he was about to cry.
“Imperial Aunt, please stop teasing me.”
“I really couldn’t bear seeing her in so much pain, so I knocked her unconscious.”
“She’s only been quiet for a short while.”
“Good. Since she’s quiet now, let me examine her.”
Feng Jingge stepped forward and took hold of Xi Liyue’s wrist.
Prince Yu could not help asking, “Imperial Aunt, didn’t you say the poison was already cured?”
“Then why does her head still hurt?”
Closing her eyes while checking the pulse, Feng Jingge replied, “Poison is poison. It has nothing to do with the headache.”
“Her headaches should be related to her memory loss.”
Prince Yu’s eyes widened.
“Does a headache mean her memories are about to return?”
Feng Jingge shook her head.
“Not necessarily.”
“Stop talking for now and let me check her pulse properly to see where the problem lies.”
Prince Yu obediently shut his mouth.
Time passed minute by minute.
By the time Xiao Jinghan arrived at the front hall, Feng Jingge was still taking Xi Liyue’s pulse.
Seeing Xiao Jinghan approach, Prince Yu was about to greet him, but Xiao Jinghan silenced him with a look.
Without making a sound, Xiao Jinghan sat down nearby.
His movements were so light that not the slightest noise was produced.
Only after a long while did Feng Jingge slowly open her eyes and withdraw her hand.
Just as Prince Yu was about to ask about the situation, Feng Jingge spoke first.
“Help her sit up. Let me look at the back of her head.”
“Alright.”
Prince Yu hurriedly complied.
Feng Jingge bent down and parted Xi Liyue’s hair with both hands, seemingly searching for something.
Suddenly, her fingers touched something.
The unconscious Xi Liyue let out a muffled groan, pain appearing on her face.
Feng Jingge quickly confirmed the cause of both Xi Liyue’s headaches and memory loss.
There was a small bump on the back of her head, only about the size of a fingernail.
If one did not deliberately search for it, it would go completely unnoticed.
The root cause was blood stasis in the brain pressing against the nerves, triggering the headaches.
Fortunately, there was not much blood stasis.
It could still be treated.
After confirming it was curable, Feng Jingge quietly let out a sigh of relief.
Straightening her body, she fixed her gaze on Xi Liyue.
“How is she?”
Xiao Jinghan’s voice suddenly sounded behind her.
Feng Jingge had been too focused. Startled by the sudden voice, her body trembled and she instinctively cried out.
Turning around and seeing it was Xiao Jinghan, she let out a long breath and patted her chest unhappily.
“Your Highness, next time you come over, could you at least make some noise first?”
“You nearly scared me to death speaking all of a sudden.”
Xiao Jinghan lightly patted Feng Jingge’s back in comfort.
“Alright, alright. Next time this prince comes over, I’ll warn you first.”
Prince Yu, suddenly force-fed affection: “…”
Was this really the same imperial uncle he knew?
To protect his fragile heart from further damage, Prince Yu hurriedly dragged the topic back to Xi Liyue.
“Imperial Aunt, what exactly is Liuyue’s condition?”
Feng Jingge replied with two words.
“It’s treatable.”
After answering Prince Yu, she turned to Xiao Jinghan and stretched out her hand.
“Go fetch the silver needles from inside your robe.”
Xiao Jinghan complied, taking out the silver needles and handing them to Feng Jingge.
After receiving them, Feng Jingge turned back to Prince Yu.
“Help her sit upright properly.”
Prince Yu alone could not support Xi Liyue.
Seeing this, Xiao Jinghan stepped forward to help.
Together, the two men steadied Xi Liyue in a seated position.
Feng Jingge withdrew a silver needle.
One needle after another pierced into the back of Xi Liyue’s head. The gleaming needles made Prince Yu shiver involuntarily.
Insert needle.
Withdraw needle.
The process lasted a full half hour.
“Done.”
Feng Jingge carefully stored the needles away, then turned to write a prescription before handing it to Prince Yu.
“With half a month of recuperation, she should recover.”
“Half a month?”
Prince Yu’s brows instantly furrowed.
Feng Jingge glanced at him.
“What? Too long?”
Prince Yu hurriedly shook his head.
“No, that’s not it. I just wanted to ask, Imperial Aunt… does the acupuncture need to be done every day?”
“Mhm.” Feng Jingge nodded.
“There’s blood stasis in her brain. She’ll need acupuncture along with medicine to promote blood circulation and remove the stasis. It has to be treated gradually.”
“Imperial Aunt, then… how about letting her stay here at the manor?”
“Once she recovers, I’ll take her back.”
Feng Jingge paused briefly while putting away the needles.
She did not answer immediately. Instead, she lifted her eyes toward Xiao Jinghan, asking for his opinion.
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