In the moment of fainting, everything seemed to be in slow motion.
Hot and scorching breath was sprayed on his face. Even though his consciousness was screaming danger, his body could no longer make any movements, and could only be completely enveloped.
He slept for a long, long time.
Zong Luo hadn’t slept so well in a long time. He didn’t dream of the scene when he committed suicide, nor did he dream of kneeling in the snow outside the palace, with the insurmountable red palace gate in front of his face.
To be honest, although he vomited blood, he felt that the fire that had been burning in his chest recently had subsided.
In his hazy consciousness, Zong Luo heard people whispering around him.
“Your Majesty, this minister dares to ask if the Third Highness has taken a lot of witch medicine supplements recently?”
In the quiet room filled with incense, the imperial physician’s hand was on his wrist. After frowning for a long time, he turned around and asked unhurriedly.
“Cold ginseng, leng wu, white grass, huazi qi.”
Then Yuan Jia reported a series of names of witch medicines. “These are some of the witch medicines that have been sent to the Third Prince’s Mansion recently.”
“I see.”
The old imperial physician put away the needle and said helplessly, “The Third Highness has been practicing martial arts for many years, and his body has always been good. Although he was seriously injured last year, he has recovered. Too many supplements can easily cause internal heat.”
“The prescription this minister originally prescribed didn’t have too many problems.” He stroked his long white beard on his chin. “But this minister didn’t expect that last time on the day of Qing Si on the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, Your Majesty, you gave the medicinal bath to the Third Highness. Suddenly it ended like this, it was a bit overdone.”
“That’s true.” The medical sage who was standing by also joined in. “For a while, the fire attacked the heart, these accumulated medicinal potencies were stimulated, and he vomited blood. Vomiting blood is considered detoxification, and there is no major problem.”
Hearing what the two current great doctors said, Yuan Jia, who was standing behind the emperor, finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
An hour ago, the King of Beining rushed into the hall holding the Third Prince, whose front was covered with blood, which was even more eye-catching on the white clothes.
Everyone was shocked to see this scene, but no one noticed the expression of Emperor Yuan at that time.
Although it was only a moment, Yuan Jia, who had always been following behind the emperor, still couldn’t help trembling in the cold and bone-chilling, mixed with violent killing intent.
This was all from back then, truly forged on the battlefield with every sword and blade.
Next came Imperial Physician Xuan.
The imperial guards directly sealed off the entire hall, the Third Highness was transferred to the jing shi, and all the imperial physicians in the palace, whether on duty or resting, were awakened, ready for battle.
(t/n jing shi-quiet room)
Throughout this whole process, Emperor Yuan’s face was an icy cold that pierced through the bones as if it had been sealed off.
It wasn’t until the old physician and the medical sage said that he had been over-nourished that he improved imperceptibly.
He spoke stiffly, “Zhen didn’t know. Practicing martial arts all year round would certainly strengthen the body. But leading troops outside, hidden injuries and old illnesses will not be less. This can’t stand it, in the final analysis, it’s because one’s body and bones are too weak, and neglecting recuperating!”
Yuan Jia on the side kept complaining in his heart.
These days, the good medicinal materials in the palace were being transported to the Third Prince’s Mansion in boxes. His Majesty even specially summoned the two imperial physicians who were sent to the Third Prince’s Mansion to make sure they replenish his highness’s body.
In the end, all of these things were kept from the Third Highness. Yuan Jia personally informed the Steward Liao, so Steward Liao turned a blind eye, and many of the medicinal materials sent in were registered in another account book.
The old ginseng that the Third Highness gave as a gift at the banquet just now was the one that was originally sent from the palace warehouse for His Majesty to review. By some twist of fate, it was sent back.
Yuan Jia couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.
But in the end, it’s still that sentence, it’s okay if nothing happens.
When Emperor Yuan said this, the imperial physicians present were all “???” in their hearts.
To be reasonable, so many great tonic medicines were sent over in one go, and only vomiting blood, the Third Highness’s physique can be seen.
But of course, this kind of thing could only be thought in the heart.
Just as the atmosphere in the jing shi finally relaxed a bit from the previous tension, suddenly there was a report from a secret guard.
“Reporting to Your Majesty, the King of Beining has completed the investigation of the people in the hall.”
After such a change, the banquet could not continue.
Now the round moon was high, the night was deep, it should be time to sleep, but now it was guarded by the King of Beining with the imperial guards in the hall, checking one by one. One couldn’t leave after the check, unless the main culprit was finally determined.
Everyone knew what the three characters “Yu Beizhou” represented.
Other generals, such as Mu Yuanlong, initially benefited from their own marquis mansion. But Yu Beizhou was a ruthless person who really killed his way from being a small soldier, and even now the Huns were still scared when they heard his name.
While others were burying their heads like ostriches, Zong Hongjiu, who was lying in the curtain of the main hall, was even more frightened, his face pale.
Due to the sudden incident, Imperial Physician Lin fed Zong Hongjiu a restraining drug, Zong Hongjiu’s reaction was not as intense, and just sweated a lot.
He was still young and had not fully developed. Taking a potent aphrodisiac would not have the same serious reactions as adults. Moreover, it was originally a self-directed and self-performed bitter meat trick. The dosage of the medicine was far less than that of Ye Linghan, so it was easy to solve.
(t/n: bitter meat trick-the ruse of inflicting an injury on oneself to win the confidence of the enemy)
Zong Hongjiu had already planned with Zong Chengsi. If Zong Ruichen drank this glass of wine, with his reputation for being foolish, he would definitely not be able to escape a loss of etiquette in front of the emperor, and a scapegoat was also already arranged.
Who knew that such a change would occur halfway through.
Zong Hongjiu felt very wronged. At most, he would only start with the Eighth who was not favored by the emperor. As for Zong Luo, whom he had suffered twice, how could he have the courage.
Sure enough, when it involved the prince he valued most, the emperor was furious and even called the King of Beining to preside over the overall situation.
Jealousy aside, Zong Hongjiu was also afraid that this sudden incident would ferment to an uncontrollable extent, so as to harm the fish in the pond and pull out the things he had started like pulling out radishes and mud.
When people were not paying attention, he closed his eyes and tugged at the hem of Zong Chengsi’s clothes.
