“Leng Feng, make the preparations for me. I’m going to the palace to take a look,” Chu Jingcheng said calmly. In the end, he could no longer hold himself back—what he was truly worried about now was Yin Qingyue’s safety.
If things were really as Leng Feng had said, then Yin Qingyue was in serious trouble.
“Your Highness, you want to go see that Divine Physician, don’t you?” Leng Feng said with a grin, wearing a gossiping expression.
Leng Yi shot him a cold glance, reminding Leng Feng not to say unnecessary things.
“Yes. I’ll go make the arrangements at once,” Leng Feng replied.
Chu Jingcheng half-closed his eyes, recalling the previous scene when Yin Qingyue had come to ask him about the Empress’s secrets.
Only—he had refused her.
At the thought of this, a faint, elusive smile curved at the corner of Prince Jing’s lips.
Inside the Yangwei Palace.
Yin Qingyue was sitting beside the Empress, the golden needle in her hand glinting brightly.
“Physician Li is outside requesting an audience. He says it’s an urgent matter,” a young palace maid whispered into Nanny Lai’s ear.
“Let them in,” Nanny Lai said. A trace of fear flashed through her eyes, but quickly vanished.
Yin Qingyue sat calmly beside the Empress, the golden needle still not yet lowered.
“Next, there will be a good show,” she thought to herself.
“This humble minister greets the Divine Physician and Nanny Lai,” Physician Li said as he walked in unhurriedly.
Originally, they had intended to report this matter to the Emperor, but His Majesty was resting, and none of the physicians dared disturb him.
Yin Qingyue hadn’t expected the physician to salute her. On second thought, it was likely because Nanny Lai was beside her that he behaved so deferentially.
She vaguely remembered that when the Emperor had verified her chastity, he had mentioned that Nanny Lai once served the Empress Dowager and lived long-term in the Buddhist hall praying for her. Even the Emperor, in front of many people, showed her some deference. Clearly, Nanny Lai was not someone to offend lightly.
Yin Qingyue couldn’t help but feel surprised. Given Nanny Lai’s status, why was she serving the Empress here in the Yangwei Palace?
Before she could think further, Nanny Lai spoke.
“Physician Li, you’re in such a hurry to come here—what is the matter?” Nanny Lai asked. As someone well-versed in court affairs, her words naturally carried an imposing presence.
“I heard that the Divine Physician intends to use golden needle acupuncture on Her Majesty the Empress. I trust the Divine Physician understands the pros and cons. Golden needle acupuncture is absolutely not advisable!”
At that moment, Nangong Xiao suddenly walked in. Physician Li and Nanny Lai immediately bowed.
“Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince.”
“Rise,” Nangong Xiao said sternly, lifting his hand slightly.
“There are so many people in the Imperial Medical Academy. When my mother was poisoned, did any of you have a solution?” Nangong Xiao couldn’t help but question them.
“Your Highness, please think carefully. Allow this humble minister to explain,” Physician Li said hurriedly.
“I would like to hear your explanation,” Nangong Xiao said, flicking his sleeve impatiently.
“Golden needle acupuncture, though effective, places the patient in extreme danger. If applied improperly, not only will it fail to save the patient, it may cost her life.”
“I trust the Divine Physician,” Nangong Xiao said slowly, his words carrying the aura of a ruler.
Nanny Lai said nothing, silently observing from the side.
“If you don’t trust my medical skills, you may try yourself and see how the Empress should be treated,” Yin Qingyue said with a smile, completely unafraid.
A few days ago, she had been troubled by the Empress’s coma, thinking it was due to residual poison in her body.
She never imagined the coma was actually an act.
“That’s not what this humble minister means. My medical skills naturally can’t compare to the Divine Physician’s. I simply believe that golden needle acupuncture must be used with caution.”
“I don’t like repeating myself,” Nangong Xiao said, his brows knitting slightly.
“Your Highness, please reconsider!” the physician pleaded, kneeling on the ground, his legs trembling.
“Divine Physician, are you confident?” Nangong Xiao turned to Yin Qingyue.
Just a moment ago, his gaze had been sharp; in an instant, it softened.
“I am confident,” Yin Qingyue replied. In truth, she had no intention of using golden needle acupuncture—it was merely a feint.
“Then I must trouble you,” Nangong Xiao said with a faint smile. Given her ability to cure his long-standing illness, she could certainly cure the Empress as well.
“Your Highness, you can’t trust her words alone! This is gambling with the Empress’s life!” the physician said anxiously. This situation had far exceeded his expectations, and if he followed the Crown Prince’s will, the consequences would be more than he could bear.
Just as Nangong Xiao was about to speak, Chu Jingcheng arrived at the Yangwei Palace with his men.
“Prince Jing.”
When Yin Qingyue heard those words, she couldn’t help but feel surprised. How was it that this man always appeared at just the right moment whenever she was in danger? Could this be the legendary “hero saving the beauty”?
Moreover, this was the Yangwei Palace. For a foreign prince to stride in openly with guards was truly arrogant.
“What, Divine Physician? Are you that surprised to see me?” Prince Jing said with a smile, his gaze lingering on her.
“May I ask why Prince Jing has come this time?” Nangong Xiao asked politely. After all, he was a guest from Xize Kingdom, and courtesy was necessary.
“I heard that the Empress has fallen unconscious,” Chu Jingcheng replied.
The so-called concern was merely a pretext—there was someone else he truly wanted to see.
“Thank you for your concern, Prince Jing. With the Divine Physician here, my mother will surely recover,” Nangong Xiao said, his gaze resting on Yin Qingyue.
This scene was caught clearly by Chu Jingcheng, stirring complicated emotions he could not put into words.
Physician Li, left with no other choice, gathered his courage and said, “Prince Jing, please uphold justice for us.”
“Let’s hear it,” Prince Jing replied with interest.
“The Divine Physician intends to use golden needle acupuncture. It’s truly too dangerous,” the physician said, thinking he had chosen the right ally—unaware that Prince Jing’s heart was also on Yin Qingyue’s side.
“In that case, I stand with the Divine Physician as well,” Chu Jingcheng said as soon as the words left his mouth.
The physician’s face instantly turned ashen.
“This…?” The physicians looked at one another in dismay.
“Do the physicians still have objections?” Nangong Xiao interjected, feeling that Prince Jing had come merely to steal the spotlight.
“This humble minister… has no objections,” Physician Li said at once, lowering his head, misery flooding his heart.
“Then prepare everything properly for the Divine Physician. If you are not diligent, I will not spare you,” Nangong Xiao said coldly, a fierce glint in his eyes.
“This humble minister obeys.”
Physician Li hardly knew what he was saying anymore. He had thought the Crown Prince would prioritize the Empress’s life. Prince Jing’s sudden appearance had completely changed the situation.
“Do you really dislike me that much? I helped you so greatly,” Chu Jingcheng said softly as he stepped in front of Yin Qingyue.
He was increasingly unable to understand this woman. Everyone wanted to attach themselves to him, yet when she saw him, she didn’t even lift her eyelids.
“This humble woman wouldn’t dare,” Yin Qingyue said, trying to avoid him—yet always ending up entangled.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, Prince Jing, this humble woman must prepare for treating the Empress. I’ll take my leave,” Yin Qingyue said calmly, deliberately avoiding Chu Jingcheng’s gaze.
Seeing the Crown Prince nod, she left without sparing Prince Jing even a glance.
Anywhere Chu Jingcheng was, she didn’t want to stay a moment longer.

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