The Regent's Concubine is Crazy

As the chief physician of the Imperial Hospital, Murong Futu stood out among many imperial physicians. He had superb medical skills and was trusted by the emperor and the empress. When he walked into the prince's bedroom, the empress immediately made way for him and waved her hand to indicate that he did not need to be polite.

The queen's eyes were filled with anxiety and expectation. She stared closely at Murong Futu's movements, as if she wanted to read the prince's condition from his every subtle expression and movement. Murong Futu was calm and composed. He walked to the prince's bedside, gently stretched out his hands, and began to feel the prince's pulse.

His fingers were slender and powerful, as if they could sense the beating pulse of the prince's body.

Murong Futu frowned, his eyes moving back and forth between the prince's struggling face and the steady pulse in his hand. He was confused, and he couldn't explain this contradictory phenomenon. He turned his head to look at Han, the imperial physician next to him, with a hint of help in his eyes.

"Brother Han, come and take a look." Murong Futu's voice was low and helpless. Han Imperial Physician nodded, walked to the bedside, and carefully felt the prince's pulse. His brows gradually furrowed, and it was obvious that he felt the same confusion.

Their eyes met in the air, and they could see the confusion and puzzlement in each other's eyes. The queen was anxious and couldn't help asking, "What's going on? What's going on with the prince?" Her voice was full of anxiety and expectation.

Murong Futu and Han Imperial Physician looked at each other, then fell to their knees at the same time. Murong Futu said in a deep voice: "Queen, the prince's pulse is normal."

The queen stared at them with wide eyes in disbelief, "The prince's pulse is normal, why is he in so much pain?" Her voice was filled with shock and confusion.

Murong Futu and Han Yuyi looked at each other, and saw helplessness and confusion in each other's eyes. They could not explain this phenomenon.

The emperor was furious as he watched from the side. He grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it to the ground, splashing the tea everywhere. He paced back and forth, his face distorted with anger, "Each of you go check on the prince."

The imperial doctors came forward one by one to feel the prince's pulse, and their diagnosis results were all that His Royal Highness was normal.

The emperor shouted angrily: "Waste, every one of them is waste."

The imperial doctors knelt on the ground, lowered their heads, and dared not look up at the emperor's face. The whole palace was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

The emperor's voice exploded in the palace like thunder. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of anger and confusion. "Why can't the prince speak?"

Murong Futu was shocked when he heard that. He quickly knelt on the ground, crawled forward a few steps, and said with a trembling voice, "Your Highness, please open your mouth and let me take a look." His eyes were fixed on Prince Jun Yaotian, hoping to find some clues from his mouth.

After Jun Yaotian heard what Murong Futu said, he opened his mouth slightly, revealing his pale tongue and teeth.

Murong Futu carefully examined his mouth and felt his pulse, but he found nothing abnormal. Cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and his heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

The queen watched coldly from the side, her eyes were vicious and sharp, as if she could see through Murong Futu.

Murong Futu felt a chill coming over him. He shivered and said, "I will prescribe a pain-relieving decoction for the Crown Prince to try."

"Go quickly!" the queen urged. Her voice was sharp and harsh, as if she was accusing Murong Futu of incompetence.

Murong Futu did not dare to neglect it, he quickly stood up and turned to walk out. His steps were heavy and slow, as if he was carrying a huge pressure and responsibility.

At this time, the eunuch outside reported: "Your Majesty, Miss Shangguan has arrived."

The eunuch's voice penetrated the heavy curtains and entered the inner room, breaking the tense atmosphere. His words were brief and respectful, "Your Majesty, Miss Shangguan has arrived."

"Come in." The emperor ordered in a low and majestic voice.

The curtain moved, and Shangguan Ziling walked in slowly. She was wearing a light and elegant dress, with delicate hair accessories on her head, and had a pretty face and elegant temperament.

Shangguan Ziling saw a large group of imperial doctors kneeling on the ground and knew exactly what had happened.

Shangguan Ziling did not hesitate, she walked over directly, then knelt on the ground, and said in a respectful and firm voice, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

The emperor did not speak. He looked at Shangguan Ziling with cold and deep eyes.

The Queen looked at Shangguan Ziling viciously, her eyes full of hostility and suspicion.

"Miss Shangguan, what happened when the prince was alone with you in the alley? Why did the prince behave like this?" The queen's tone was cold and aggressive.

Shangguan Ziling shook her head innocently, "I don't know. The prince fainted before he finished speaking. I don't know what happened."

"Shangguan Ziling, stop quibbling. Did you do something to the prince?" the queen asked angrily.

Shangguan Ziling cried out in injustice, "It's unfair. I'm just a weak woman, what can I do? And the prince's guards are all guarding the entrance of the alley!"

"Your Majesty, I am innocent!" Shangguan Ziling's voice was full of helplessness and unwillingness, but her eyes were still firm, without any retreat.

"Unfair? The prince is like this because of you, and you still dare to say it's unfair?" The queen's voice was sharp and harsh, as if she wanted to put Shangguan Ziling to death.

The emperor said in a deep voice: "Shangguan Ziling, you are not allowed to leave the palace until the prince is well."

Shangguan Ziling's heart sank and he lowered his head in silence.

"Master, you are going to be in trouble this time..." The little fat boy's voice sounded, with a hint of worry and helplessness.

Shangguan Ziling was filled with anger. She hated herself for not poisoning the prince, but for choosing to beat him up. If she had poisoned him, perhaps there wouldn't be so much trouble now.

"Little Fatty, what do you mean I'm in trouble? They have no evidence, what can they do to me? Humph!" Shangguan Ziling's tone revealed a hint of disdain and provocation.

Seeing that Shangguan Ziling was in a bad mood, the little fat boy tactfully did not speak again. He knew that at this time, any words would only make Shangguan Ziling more irritable.

Jun Yaotian was lying on the bed, his face pale, his body trembling slightly due to pain. His eyes were fixed on Shangguan Ziling, as if he wanted to find the answer from her face. He was full of doubts and puzzlement. He just wanted to say a few words to Ziling, so how could he suddenly lose consciousness?

Jun Yaotian was getting more and more confused. After he woke up, he felt like he had been beaten up. His body was in unbearable pain. He couldn't speak, but the imperial doctors couldn't find out what was wrong. The more Jun Yaotian thought about it, the more scared he became.