After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

Xiao Yi raised a faint smile, and a barely perceptible gleam flashed in his eyes: "I have done my best by not pushing him into the river myself. Besides, whether you do it or I rescue him myself, the result will be the same, right?"

In Shen Bingning's memory, Xiao Yi did not show any willingness to help at that time.

However, Xiao Yi's attitude towards this matter has subtly changed, which makes him wonder whether the person who was rescued has some kind of value, which makes Xiao Yi interested in intervening.

Inside Prince Yan's mansion, Hanqing Palace was in chaos.

Concubine Zheng's screams echoed in the empty hall. She waved her hands in fear and swept all the dressing items on the table. Her fingers trembled as she wanted to touch the face that had changed drastically, but she retracted them in fear.

"Immediately, call all the doctors to see me!"

Her voice was filled with desperation and anger.

Xianglan, who was standing by, couldn't help shaking. When she woke up Lady Zheng in the morning, she was frightened by the sudden strange face. "Lady, please be patient. The doctors will be here soon."

As soon as the words fell, a breathless little palace maid ran in from outside the door, "Beauty, the imperial physician is waiting outside the palace."

Concubine Zheng was furious. She picked up an exquisite jade hairpin and threw it fiercely at the little maid's head. "What are you doing standing there? Let them in!"

The hairpin was extremely sharp and instantly left a bloody mark on the little palace maid's forehead. Blood slowly oozed out. The little palace maid frowned in pain but dared not cry out in pain. She quickly covered the wound and hurried out to lead the imperial physician into the hall.

Before the elderly doctors could even salute, Concubine Zheng grabbed them by the collar and said, "Come and see what's wrong with my face!"

The imperial doctors carefully observed the strange rashes, and one of them asked cautiously, "Is there anything unusual in the beauty's diet in the past two days?"

Xianglan quickly answered: "The beauty's eating habits are the same as usual, there is no change."

The imperial physician felt Lady Zheng's pulse carefully again, his brows furrowed. "The cause of this rash is complicated, and we need to investigate it one by one. But in order to relieve the symptoms, I can prescribe some medicine first. During this period, the beauty needs to eat a light diet until the rash disappears completely."

"When will the rash on my face heal?"

Lady Zheng's eyes were filled with anxiety; it was obvious that this was the issue that concerned her most.

The imperial physician thought for a moment and gave an answer: "It depends on the specific reaction of the beauty after taking the medicine. If the rash can be significantly reduced tomorrow, it should be cured within three days."

Hearing this reply, Lady Zheng's face became even gloomier, and her face looked even more distorted under the red rash. "You quacks can't even find the cause of the disease! Are you going to let me live like this for three days?"

The imperial doctors knelt on the ground silently, not daring to make any sound.

They knew that even they could not immediately determine the cause of this sudden and unexplained rash, so they could only prescribe medicine with caution. Even if there was improvement within three days, that was already the best case scenario.

Naturally, they didn't dare to say such words directly, and could only pray silently in their hearts that Lady Zheng's rash would disappear soon.

After sending the imperial physician away, Concubine Zheng was extremely angry. She stood alone in front of the bronze mirror, anxiously examining her face covered with red rashes, wondering in her mind who had dared to attack her.

After thinking about it, it seems that no one else has such motive and opportunity except the scheming Yu Xiuhe.

Seeing Xianglan cowering in the corner, Concubine Zheng stepped forward quickly and twisted her arm, "What's the point of hiding here? Find out who has been close to Hecuidian in the past few days."

Xianglan endured the pain and said calmly, "Perhaps it's because the weather is getting hotter. I heard that in this kind of climate, the human body is prone to rashes."

If all this was really as she guessed, a conspiracy by Concubine Yu, then as Concubine Zheng's personal maid, she undoubtedly had an inescapable responsibility.

She knew Lady Zheng's temper, and once she got to the bottom of it, there would be no forgiveness at all.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Concubine Zheng leaned forward and gently lifted Xianglan's chin with her fingers, her eyes scrutinizing, "Why are you so sure of something that even the imperial physician can't be sure of? You are so eager to defend Concubine Yu, could it be that you are the one who colluded with He Cuidian in private?"

Xianglan shook her head repeatedly, a trace of fear flashing in her eyes: "My lady is very observant. I am loyal to you and have no second thoughts. It is only because I am worried about your condition that I am speculating like this. Now the most important thing is how to cure your rash as soon as possible."

Concubine Zheng loosened her hand. She knew very well how much the safety of Xianglan's family was a constraint on her, so she did not dare to betray him easily.

"From now on, ice cubes will be used to cool the palace every day."

Even though the indescribable stinging pain on her face was still lingering, Xianglan could only barely endure it and whispered, "Yes."

Then, she turned around and gave the order, "All personnel in the mansion must be thoroughly investigated. Anyone who has any connection with He Cui Palace will be severely punished with thirty strokes of the cane."

Thirty strokes of the cane would usually leave the victim's skin torn and flesh exposed. Although it was not the first time that such a harsh punishment was imposed in the palace, Xianglan still felt a shudder in her heart when she heard it. She quickly left Hanqing Palace, feeling uneasy.

Concubine Zheng sat steadily in front of the carved bronze mirror, her brows slightly furrowed, and every word in her father's recent letter was rippling in the depths of her heart.

In the letter, the father mentioned worriedly that Bixia and the cunning Shen Bingning disappeared mysteriously on the way home, and there has been no news since then.

The anxiety and worry revealed between the lines of her father's writing forced her to tense up every nerve, reminding her to always be alert to any disturbance within the palace walls, and to send a message home immediately if there were any signs of trouble.

The scar on the face reflected in the mirror was ominous. Concubine Zheng secretly speculated that the culprit behind this was most likely Yu Xiuhe, who appeared gentle on the surface but was actually scheming.

The woman usually puts on an appearance of being at peace with the world, which easily deceives everyone's eyes, but she can never hide from her own keen intuition.

In this case, let her father solve this potential threat for her to avoid any further trouble.

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On the other side, Shen Bingning originally thought that she could go straight back to the magnificent imperial palace, but after a few days of bumpy ride, the carriage unexpectedly drove into a deep and mysterious bamboo sea.

"What holy place is this?"

Shen Bingning looked around and saw green bamboos swaying in the air, as if she were in another world.

Ning Tianyi walked out of the bamboo house, with a hint of anger in his tone, "Why did you arrive at this time? I thought I could welcome you back yesterday."