Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Bixiao felt Wei Yingluo's fiery and anxious gaze. At that moment, she felt as if her heart was being pressed down by a huge stone, so heavy that she could hardly breathe. Outside the window, a few breezes blew gently, and the leaves rustled, as if they were also sighing for the solemn atmosphere.

But she slowly lowered her head, her eyes dodging, not daring to look directly into Wei Yingluo's eyes, her face full of guilt. Her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, and she said in a voice as low as a mosquito:

"Madam, Doctor Ye has not returned to the capital yet. I asked your master's wife and she said he left the capital to handle important matters. I'm afraid he is nowhere to be found now..."

When Wei Yingluo heard the news, it was like a basin of piercing cold water was poured over her head. Her heart sank suddenly, as if she had fallen into an endless abyss.

The flame of hope that had been burning in her eyes seemed to be suddenly extinguished by a violent cold wind, leaving only an empty grayness and endless loss and helplessness. At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds, which made people feel breathless, just like her mood at the moment.

She slowly raised her head, looked into the distance, and sighed softly. The sigh was mixed with too much helplessness and sorrow, as if it was a helpless accusation against the injustice of fate.

"Nothing, go down and rest first." Her voice sounded weak, as if she had used up all her strength to barely squeeze out these words. Wei Yingluo's hands trembled slightly, and she unconsciously grasped the corner of her clothes.

After Wei Yingluo returned to her and Fu Heng's room, her anxiety did not dissipate at all, but became even stronger. The room was filled with a dull atmosphere, and the flowers on the windowsill looked listless.

She paced back and forth in the room, and every step seemed to step heavily on her anxious heart.

Ye Tianshi kept appearing in her mind, and she was thinking about where he might be and why he hadn't come back yet. Her steps were unsteady, like a child lost in the dark.

Suddenly, as if a light bulb had flashed on her head, her eyes lit up, and she quickly walked towards the bookshelf, her skirt flying up with her eager steps.

Wei Yingluo's movements were different from her usual calmness and composure. Instead, she seemed a little flustered. She searched eagerly on the bookshelf, and soon, the floor was filled with various medical books.

She placed herself among the pile of medical books, a faint glimmer of hope rekindled in her eyes, and she began to carefully read through them one by one, hoping to find a solution to Fu Heng's poisoning.

Her eyes were fixed on every word on the page, not missing any potentially useful information, her fingers gently swiping across the page, her focused expression as if everything around her had disappeared. The candlelight flickered on her face, reflecting her furrowed brows.

However, when the sun filled the room the next day, Wei Yingluo still found nothing. The sun shone through the window and scattered on the ground, but it could not warm her cold heart.

Her eyes were bloodshot, signs of fatigue from a sleepless night.

She slowly walked to Fu Heng's bedside, looking at his pale face, her heart was in great pain. Her steps were heavy and slow, and every step was filled with deep worry.

Wei Yingluo had no choice but to sit gently on the edge of the bed and hold Fu Heng's hand, but the cold touch of that hand made her heart even colder.

Her eyes were filled with heartache and helplessness. Before she knew it, she was exhausted and fell asleep on the bed. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was worried about Fu Heng's condition in her dream.

At this seemingly hopeless moment, a piece of news came from the mansion. That news was like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.

News came from the palace that Empress Fucha had taken the medicine and was now much better.

When Wei Yingluo heard the news, she suddenly opened her eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed across her exhausted eyes. She seemed to be injected with a powerful force and sat up straight. Outside the window, a bird was chirping happily, as if it was also cheering for this glimmer of hope.

She looked at Fu Heng, with a somewhat bitter but relieved smile on her face. She gently held Fu Heng's somewhat cold hands and said to him tenderly: "Master, my sister's illness has been cured. You should get better soon. Let's go to the palace to visit her together..."

Her voice was as gentle as a breeze, but Fu Heng's face was still as pale as frost, without any reaction. He lay quietly on the bed, as if he had just fallen into a deep sleep.

When the emperor heard the news that Fu Heng was poisoned, he was filled with worry and immediately ordered all the imperial doctors to rush to Fu Cha Mansion.

The imperial doctors, all with solemn expressions, hurried around Fu Heng's bed, carefully examining his condition. The flowers and plants in the courtyard swayed gently in the breeze, but no one was interested in appreciating them.

Some doctors frowned, gently stroked their beards, and fell into deep thought; some doctors shook their heads and sighed, their faces full of helplessness. They exchanged opinions with each other and discussed treatment plans in a low voice, but in the end they all seemed helpless.

Wei Yingluo stood aside, her eyes showing both expectation and deep disappointment for the imperial doctors. She clenched her hands tightly into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, and she thought silently in her heart: "Is there really no way?"

Now, since the imperial doctors were helpless, they had no choice but to look for famous doctors. The entire Fucha Mansion was plunged into a busy and tense atmosphere. The servants in the mansion came and went, and their footsteps were chaotic and hurried.

At night, Madam Fucha, Master Fucha and Wei Yingluo were all waiting in Fu Heng's room.

They sat there quietly, an oppressive silence permeating the room. The moonlight poured in through the window, casting long shadows on everyone.

Mrs. Fucha's eyes never left Fuheng, her eyes were full of worry and love. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief from time to time, her body trembling slightly, as if she was trying to suppress the grief that was surging like a tide in her heart.

Master Fucha had a serious look on his face, his brows were furrowed like two tightly twisted ropes, his eyes were firm, but he could not hide his inner worries. He sat there quietly, his hands on his knees, as if thinking about how to save his son.

Wei Yingluo sat on the edge of the bed, reading a medical book and writing down prescriptions over and over again. Her hand was tightly holding Fu Heng's hand, not wanting to let go for a moment, as if she was passing her strength to him in this way.

On the other side, almost the entire mansion was filled with medical books.

The servants searched for medical books in every corner, their movements were quick and methodical. After finding the book about miasma, they carefully gave it to Wei Yingluo.

When Wei Yingluo took the book, her eyes were full of gratitude. She would gently pat the person who delivered the book on the shoulder, and then quickly began to carefully look through the contents of the book. Her eyes were focused and eager, trying to find the antidote in these books.

The night slowly fell like a thick black curtain. The stars twinkled in the night sky like countless pairs of concerned eyes.

The emperor specially allowed Empress Fucha to return home privately to visit Fuheng.

This was the first time she had left the palace and returned home since she moved into the Forbidden City.

Empress Fucha rode on a gorgeous phoenix chariot, and slowly moved towards the Fucha Mansion under the moonlight. The trees on both sides of the road were dim, like silent guardians.

Along the way, the weather was excellent and the stars twinkled like bright gems inlaid in the sky. But her heart was full of worries and her brows were tightly locked, like two heavy hills.

But Fucha Rongyin's eyes were filled with anxiety and worry, and the image of Fu Heng's haggard appearance after being poisoned kept appearing in her mind. Her hands tightly grasped the armrests of the Phoenix Seal, and her fingers turned pale because of the force.

Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and every beat was accompanied by pain. She kept praying silently in her heart: "Fu Heng, you must be okay."

After arriving at Fucha Mansion, Fucha Rongyin looked at the familiar plants and trees, and a long-lost sense of stability surged in her heart. But this feeling was soon replaced by deep worry about Fuheng. She had no time to look carefully and recall, but could not wait to walk quickly towards Fuheng's room.

Her steps were hurried, and her skirt fluttered with her steps, like a flower swaying eagerly in the wind.