The Virtuous Concubine

Rong Ji seemed to be under a spell of immobilization. He remained frozen in place, motionless, with hesitation on his face, as if he was really frightened by this sudden situation.

Ma Lu knew that Kangxi's patience was limited. She gritted her teeth, made up her mind, stretched her hand forward again, and raised her voice, urging: "Doctor Rong, please!"

Rong Ji knelt on the ground, his knees moving slowly, and he turned around with difficulty, facing away from Kangxi.

He raised his head and looked at Malu's face as calm as water. At this moment, a crystal tear rolled down the corner of his eye.

Malu was also kneeling on the ground at this time, his fingers moving unconsciously in front of his knees as if he was uneasy.

But he could see clearly that it was the word "daughter".

Rong Ji's heart trembled suddenly, he nodded slightly, and gave Malu a firm look.

Seeing this, Malu's tense heart finally relaxed a little. It seemed that Rong Ji should know what to do.

Rong Ji endured the severe pain in his heart, bent down and kowtowed deeply to Malu, his forehead pressed against the cold ground, and whispered an apology: "My queen, I am sorry."

Kangxi sat at the top, watching the interaction between Rong Ji and Ma Lu, and his doubts grew stronger. He frowned impatiently and shouted, "What are you doing? Rong Ji, hurry up and check my pulse!"

Helplessly, Rong Ji responded, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Then he stretched out his hand tremblingly and placed it lightly on Malu's wrist. From a distance, it looked like their hands were clasped together.

Although Rong Ji was thin, his hands were always broad and strong, giving people a sense of solidity.

At the moment when his palm covered Malu's wrist, Malu gently gestured the number "two" with his fingers, then looked up at Rong Ji, who had his eyes lowered and a focused expression in front of him. There seemed to be some expectation in his eyes, as if he wanted to deeply imprint his current appearance in his heart.

But no one expected that after a moment, Rong Ji slowly turned around, supported himself with his hands, and kowtowed respectfully. Then, he straightened his body, raised his head, faced Kangxi, and said in a steady and firm voice:

"Your Majesty, the pulse of the Imperial Concubine is weak and disordered. In my humble opinion, it is the vomiting caused by emotional disorder. When a person is overly emotional, such as angry, the liver loses its balance and attacks the stomach, causing the stomach to lose its harmony and descend, and the stomach qi rises and causes vomiting."

As he spoke, Rong Ji turned his head and looked at Malu seriously, and asked with concern: "This kind of vomiting is often accompanied by symptoms such as flank pain, frequent belching, bitter mouth and dry throat. May I ask your Majesty - have you felt any discomfort recently?"

Before Malu could recover from her shock, Kangxi frowned, looked at Rong Ji, and asked, "Is it that simple? Are you still hiding it for this bitch?"

Rong Ji knelt down quickly and said, "I dare not deceive the emperor. The imperial concubine's physical condition is indeed like this."

However, Kangxi was determined not to believe Rong Ji's words. He snorted coldly and simply stood up despite his illness. Because he stood up too quickly, his body shook slightly, but the fierceness in his eyes did not diminish at all.

Then, Kangxi reached out and drew out the sword that had been placed next to the imperial desk. He held the hilt, and the tip of the sword, which was shining with a cold light, pointed straight at Rong Ji.

At the same time, Kangxi shouted loudly: "Liang Jiugong! Summon another imperial physician into the palace. If there is any discrepancy in a word, the imperial physician will be executed immediately!"

Malu reacted and rushed forward to plead for Rong Ji: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! I know my own body very well. I am——"

Kangxi looked down at Malu who was kneeling at his feet and begging desperately. The muscles on his face twitched slightly, which was an instinctive reaction of extreme anger.

He mercilessly shook off Malu's hand, as if he was shaking off something that disgusted him to the extreme, and then shouted loudly: "Shut up! You bitch, you are still thinking about begging for others. I think you will not cry until you see the coffin. Do you think you can escape?"

At this tense moment, there was a sudden noise of commotion and fighting outside.

The crisp sound of cold weapons colliding with each other stunned everyone in the hall.

After Kangxi woke up, he immediately dispatched a large number of troops to guard the Qianqing Palace. Now the Qianqing Palace is like a solid wall of iron and steel, and even a fly can hardly fly in. How could there be such a fierce fighting sound, and so close to the main hall of the Qianqing Palace?

Kangxi frowned. The bitch could be killed at any time, but the current situation outside made him feel uneasy.

Is someone forcing the emperor to abdicate? !

At this time, Liang Jiugong came trembling outside and reported: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is outside asking for an audience."

As soon as Liang Jiugong finished speaking, the prince shouted at the top of his lungs outside: "Father, Father! Your son wants to see you! Now that you are awake, why don't you see your son?"

When Kangxi heard the prince's voice, the anger in his heart suddenly burned even more fiercely.

He originally planned to deal with Malu first, and then teach this useless son a lesson. If Yinreng still regarded himself as the emperor's father, he would not have committed such a treasonous act!

What's more, by getting rid of Malu first, he was giving the prince a chance to stop and reform.

The prince was young and hot-tempered, easily blinded by emotions, and someone did it deliberately. As long as the prince could come to his senses, return to the right path, and devote himself to state affairs... But now the prince actually dared to break into the Qianqing Palace for this bitch!

Kangxi was so murderous that he turned the tip of his sword and thrust it directly at Malu's slender neck without hesitation. As soon as the tip of the sword touched her skin, it easily cut through her delicate skin, causing blood to ooze out instantly. The bright red bloodstains were particularly glaring on her fair neck.

"Let him go, I don't want to see this evil boy!"

Unexpectedly, Liang Jiugong did not turn around to pass on the message, but bent his legs and knelt heavily on the ground: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is outside, holding a sword."

Kangxi became even more furious, veins popped out on his forehead, and he roared loudly: "What are all these guards outside doing? Can't they control him alone?!"

Liang Jiugong closed his eyes and swallowed hard, as if he didn't dare to look at Kangxi's expression: "Your Highness, hold the sword across your neck!"

Kangxi's heart suddenly shook, and the sword in his hand trembled unconsciously. Although it only shook for a moment, more blood flowed from Malu's neck.