MCSCPM -Chapter 75 A Woman’s Heart

The incident had caused a massive stir throughout the harem and even reached the court. The fame of the Divine Physician Yin Qingyue skyrocketed—she could cure the Crown Prince’s asthma when even the Imperial Physicians couldn’t, and neutralize arsenic poison. Truly remarkable!

“Elder sister, this whole matter has blown up everywhere. Are we really not going to be implicated?” Nangongwan asked. After helping Nangongxiao with some unsavory deeds, she was now fully in the same boat as her sister; there was no turning back.

“Of course not!” Nangongxiao gently blew on her newly polished fingernails and said, “It’s all in the past. What are you worried about? It’s a pity we didn’t manage to take down Yin Qingyue this time—she slipped through our trap.”

“Elder sister, can this really be left like this? Father and the Crown Prince—they won’t suspect something?”

Nangongwan herself knew the plan was full of holes. If it weren’t for the Imperial Physician’s family being in their grasp, the scheme might not have even reached this stage.

“Hmph, don’t worry. I guarantee, there’s nothing they can find!” Nangongxiao twisted her handkerchief and smudged her freshly polished nails.

“Your Highness, do you have something on your mind?” The old servant who had followed He Minmin for decades noticed at once that the empress sitting before the bronze mirror was no longer focused on her reflection.

“I was just thinking…” He Minmin’s mind drifted, and she trailed off mid-sentence.

“You’re thinking about Divine Physician Yin, aren’t you?” The nanny said, arranging the empress’s hair into an intricate style, a faint smile on her face. She put down the jade comb and added, “Your Highness, your skin is becoming more delicate every day.”

Speaking of her appearance, a smile appeared on He Minmin’s face. “I’ll find a chance to invite Divine Physician Yin into the palace. I’ll have more contact with her. It’ll be good for both the Crown Prince and my own appearance!”

At the same time, Sun Guifei seemed to feel hopeful upon hearing this news.

“Guifei!” A maid carefully offered her tea, observing Sun Guifei’s expression. “Your Highness seems happy today?”

“Yes, I am. Yin Qingyue’s medical skills are remarkable. Perhaps she could help me regulate my body… and conceive the Dragon Son?”

“Your Highness is in the prime of life, your body is strong… if it’s Divine Physician Yin, it is certainly possible!” The maid said the flattering words.

“You flatter me!” Sun Guifei adjusted her pale red skirt. “Do you think I should go to the Emperor about this?”

“Your Highness, your beauty is unmatched…”

The two left the room, just as they saw Nangong Mei carrying a pot of flowers toward a side hall.

Sun Guifei, thinking she had no reason to approach Yin Qingyue, noticed Nangong Mei and recalled she seemed very close to the divine physician. What was going on between Mei’er and Yin Qingyue?

“Mei’er.” Sun Guifei smiled at her daughter, thinking how pure she was, with no scheming—such innocence was rare in the palace.

“Mother!” Nangong Mei quickly set down the flower pot. “Mei’er greets you!”

“No need for formalities, Mei’er. It’s been a while. Come, walk with me and chat!”

“Yes!” Nangong Mei linked arms with her mother and walked toward the imperial garden.

That night, under a bright moon and gentle wind, all matters finally settled. Nangongxiao decided to hold a banquet so everyone could relax.

Amid the toasts, Yin Qingyue, unable to handle much alcohol, was slightly tipsy, while Prince Jing and the Crown Prince only showed a faint blush.

“My luckiest moment was meeting Divine Physician Yin. Not only did she save my life multiple times, she also helped identify the real culprit!” Nangongxiao said.

“Oh? That’s the first I’ve heard of it,” Prince Jing said, taking a sip of wine and glancing at Yin Qingyue.

“That day, I interrogated a few of my men. Thanks to Divine Physician Yin, justice was served. Poor me, the Crown Prince, and yet I’m not as good at judging character as an inexperienced girl!” Nangongxiao shook his head self-deprecatingly.

“You need not belittle yourself. Judging character is the servants’ job; you just need to use people wisely and make the best of their abilities!” Yin Qingyue, emboldened by the wine, said.

“I am curious—how did Miss Yin know those people were innocent?” Chu Jingcheng asked lightly.

“Ha, by their eyes. No matter how well someone hides it, the slightest guilt cannot escape the eyes!” Yin Qingyue picked up some food and placed it in Nangongxiao’s bowl. “The Crown Prince has dietary restrictions, so the fish and meat are for me and Your Highness to enjoy.”

“Heh, when will I get to eat these?” Nangongxiao looked at a green vegetable in his bowl, feeling a warmth in his heart.

Yin Qingyue deliberately twirled a piece of braised pork in front of him before putting it in her mouth.

“Tsk!” Nangongxiao let out a meaningless sound, more indulgent than irritated. Chu Jingcheng’s eyelids drooped as he suppressed his own rising irritation.

Yin Qingyue seemed to have lost most of her rationality from the wine. Chu Jingcheng added the last chicken drumstick, letting its golden juice drip back into the bowl. The faint “drip-drip” caught Yin Qingyue’s attention, and her eyes fixed on the drumstick.

Seeing her eagerly watching, Chu Jingcheng teased her, moving the drumstick from left to right. Yin Qingyue’s dark eyes followed calmly, like a cat ready to pounce.

“Here you go!” Chu Jingcheng finally placed the drumstick in her bowl with a magnanimous air.

Yin Qingyue didn’t mind, leaning over the bowl and gnawing on it.

Nangongxiao’s gaze subtly swept Chu Jingcheng. He met it calmly, revealing his obvious interest in Yin Qingyue.

“Hehe, Prince Jing, drink up!” Nangongxiao laughed lightly, raising his cup. How interesting…

“Mm, Mei’er…” Yin Qingyue shouted after finishing another cup, completely uninhibited. She didn’t care where she was.

Mei’er hurried in, bowing to Prince Jing and the Crown Prince before catching her drunken mistress. Cold sweat dotted her forehead, and she licked her dry lips.

“Uh… Miss doesn’t even know what she’s doing. Your Highness, Prince, forgive her…”

“Hah, I’ve seen drunk people before, but Divine Physician Yin is quite a novelty,” Nangongxiao squinted, observing her flushed and hazy-faced physician.

“Miss, wake up… do you still have any sense?” Mei’er gently poked Yin Qingyue’s cheek.

She frowned and swatted Mei’er’s hand away. “Stop it!”

Mei’er was helpless, thinking: Stop it, Miss, you’re scaring me to tears!