The Virtuous Concubine

When Malu received the letter from the Crown Prince and Yinzhen, Kangxi had been ill for half a month.

In the letter, the Crown Prince and Yinzhen both expressed their desire for Rong Ji to go south and bring some medicines that might be used, especially Western medicines, to take charge of the overall situation.

Malu's first reaction was reluctance. After all, she was about to give birth. If Rong Ji was transferred away, only Doctor Gu would help her conceal her pregnancy, and the risk would increase dramatically.

And Kangxi... Kangxi is dead, so he's dead!

It took such a long time for Rong Ji to recover. If Kangxi still died because of the long treatment time, could Yinzhen save Rong Ji?

Or will he save Rong Ji?

Malu was really unsure.

But she couldn't refuse the prince, otherwise... no matter whether Kangxi finally recovered or not, her refusal to see the doctor would definitely bring disaster.

As a last resort, she quickly called Rong Ji.

Rong Ji hurried over and saw Malu sitting there with a serious face. His heart tightened and he subconsciously reached out to feel Malu's pulse.

This behavior of engraving medical treatment in his bones made Malu laugh: "It's not me, I'm not sick. It's the emperor, who was infected with miasma in the south."

Rong Ji finally realized his mistake and smiled embarrassedly. He put his mind at ease and said seriously, "Don't blame me, Your Majesty. I just do it out of habit. Your Majesty was infected with miasma in the south? What are the specific symptoms? Is the condition serious?"

Malu frowned slightly and handed him the prince's letter somewhat embarrassedly: "The prince wrote that the emperor has been ill for half a month, and his condition has been lingering and recurring, and even worsening."

"You know the people in the Imperial Hospital... They shirk responsibility and argue, and no one is willing to make a decision. Now the prince and his friends hope that you can go south and bring some medicines that may be used to take charge of the situation and help the emperor with his treatment."

After explaining these things, Malu stopped talking, leaving Rong Ji time to read the prince's letter and the pulse case that came with the letter.

Rong Ji took the letter and pulse record and began to examine them attentively.

The more he looked, the colder he felt.

Although the doctors at the Imperial Hospital were tepid, their medical skills were not bad. They used a variety of medicines, including Artemisia annua, Changshan, Bupleurum, and acupuncture, but there was no sign of a cure.

Changshan is poisonous, and the prescription using Chaihu is even more powerful.

In Rong Ji's opinion, this time it was not the people in the Imperial Hospital who were afraid of hurting the emperor and did not dare to make a decision.

Instead, I have exhausted all my tricks and am at a loss as to what to do!

Seeing Rong Ji's lips tightening, Ma Lu felt a little unsure: "What's wrong?"

Rong Ji whispered, "Your Majesty, the situation is critical."

Seeing Malu covering her mouth in surprise, Rong Ji carefully helped her sit down before continuing, "I carefully checked the pulse records and the prescriptions used. The colleagues in the Imperial Hospital have indeed tried their best. Various antimalarial, deficiency-clearing, antipyretic and anti-toxic herbs have been tried, and acupuncture has also been used, but the condition is still not under effective control."

"The emperor's physical condition is extremely complicated now. His internal energy is disordered and his pulse is sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Moreover, after these rounds of treatment, the emperor's body is already very weak and cannot withstand more violent impacts of the medicine..."

At this moment, Malu was very glad that he was sitting on a chair, otherwise he would really jump up.

Was she going to be a widow like this? Was the baby in her belly a posthumous child? Countless chaotic thoughts suddenly surged in her mind, and she felt an indescribable panic and uneasiness in her heart.

Yinzhen, are you capable now? Can you dethrone the crown prince?

Or should I let the prince directly recognize me as his mother?

However, Rong Ji added solemnly, "I will take the Western medicine that the Fourth Prince found for me last time and rush to Hangzhou day and night. Perhaps the emperor can still be saved. The judge has done his best to keep the emperor alive, and he can last another 20 days."

When Ma Lu heard that Rong Ji decided to go to Hangzhou, she couldn't help but grab his hand: "You..."

Rong Ji gazed at her tenderly, holding her hand tightly with one hand, and gently stroking her belly with the other hand: "The baby will be born in a month, and I am also thinking about you. But the emperor has ordered me to go, and my condition is critical. "

Seeing Malu's face suddenly turn pale, Rong Ji comforted him, "I know this trip is a heavy responsibility. It concerns the safety of the emperor and the stability of the world. I promise you that I will go and come back quickly, do my best to treat the emperor, and then rush back to your side as soon as possible."

Malu had always known that Rong Ji was a gentleman of integrity, and that the only and most extraordinary thing in his life was that he was with her.

But after hearing his passionate words recently, she was still somewhat touched: "Since you have made such a determination, I will fully support you. But the journey is long and full of dangers, so you must be extremely careful."

Rong Ji smiled and hugged her, kissing her earlobe: "You must take good care of yourself and the baby in your belly in the capital. Don't worry, I will be safe."

Malu didn't believe it. She felt that she was not the only one who wanted Kangxi dead. There must be someone watching any changes in the capital.

So she still insisted that Rong Ji disguise his identity first, then change his appearance, and then bring enough guards.

It’s okay to go slowly, safety is the most important thing.

Seeing that her eyes were filled with tears and her heart and eyes were full of him, Rong Ji naturally agreed to everything.

But this would slow down the preparations. . . Just as he was hesitating about how to disguise his identity, Malu burst into laughter and said, "You really think that I, the virtuous concubine in charge of the affairs of the six palaces, am made of dough."

As he said that, he asked Bai Xia to go to the consulting firm in the Qianqing Palace to ask for people, money, and transfer orders.

Then he asked Bai Fu to secretly assign some guards and followers from the Nalan family to follow and protect Rong Ji in secret, providing Rong Ji with a second layer of security.

Rong Ji was moved as he watched Malu arrange all this in an orderly manner.

Malu was relatively calm. She just gently stroked her belly and thought to herself that this child was conceived at the perfect time.

If it weren't for this child's support, she wouldn't have dared to mobilize the Nalan family to take care of Rong Ji so blatantly.

After everything was arranged, Rong Ji was ready to set off immediately. The most he could do was go back to the Imperial Hospital to get medicine.

But before leaving, he was still worried about Malu: "Doctor Gu..."

Malu nodded: "You have worked with him for so long, you still don't believe it? I have him under my control, he won't leak anything."

Malu finished speaking and looked up at his resolute profile: "Go ahead, the child and I will wait for you in Yonghe Palace."

Rong Ji nodded, pecked her cheek gently, and then turned and left.

Malu stood there, watching Rong Ji's departing figure slowly disappear from her sight.