Return of the Pearl

Yonghe Palace

Concubine Yu's face was as pale as a piece of thin paper, without a trace of blood. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, like a fallen leaf shivering in the autumn wind. Her eyes were wide open with fear, as if she was deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate herself, still stuck in the extremely terrifying scene just now.

Immediately afterwards, her body began to convulse violently, her limbs twisting and struggling as if being mercilessly pulled by an invisible, powerful force. Her fingers curled tightly, then suddenly straightened, as if she was desperately trying to grasp something, but her efforts were always in vain. Her lips trembled violently, and the faint, painful sound she emitted was like a piercing wail from the deepest part of her soul, heartbreaking.

Her head kept shaking, and her messy hair was dancing in a disorderly manner like willow branches ravaged by the wind. White foam began to slowly overflow from the corners of her mouth. The foam accumulated at the corners of her mouth like a string of broken pearls, rising and falling with her breathing, adding a bit of sadness and desolation.

The imperial doctors rushed over anxiously. Their faces were covered with deep wrinkles, their brows were tightly furrowed like the Chinese character "川", their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat, and their eyes were full of anxiety and worry.

Their lips were tightly pursed, and they bit their lips from time to time, revealing their inner anxiety and tension. Some doctors kept rubbing their hands, as if trying to relieve their inner anxiety in this way;

Some imperial doctors paced back and forth, their eyes fixed on Concubine Yu, as if trying to find a glimmer of hope for treatment. They tried all kinds of methods to treat Concubine Yu, but her violent convulsions showed no signs of easing.

At this moment, Concubine Yu's body was like a small boat swaying in a storm, tossing helplessly in the surging waves, and could be swallowed by the huge waves at any time.

The imperial doctors were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. They kept changing prescriptions and giving acupuncture, but all their efforts seemed to be in vain and had no effect. Concubine Yu's condition still showed no signs of improvement. Her convulsions continued, as if they were taking her life away bit by bit.

The entire Yonghe Palace was filled with a tense and desperate atmosphere. The imperial doctors were all worried about Concubine Yu's safety, but they felt helpless.

Yongqi always stayed by Concubine Yu's side, giving her meticulous care and careful attention, but what was worrying was that such efforts did not produce any results, which made Yongqi anxious and restless, like an ant on a hot pan.

Once upon a time, Yongqi listened to Concubine Yu's words and had several contacts with Erkang. However, since Erkang got married, his attitude towards Yongqi seemed to become more distant. Yongqi still couldn't figure out the reason until now. Now he has no intention of making friends with Erkang anymore. For him, the only important thing at the moment is to take good care of his mother.

Yongqi naturally also heard about the many things that the emperor father had done for Concubine Xiao, which made him feel a little unbelievable, and his heart was full of doubts and confusion.

Kunning Palace

The queen returned to the palace trembling. Her frail body was like a candle swaying in the wind. Every step she took seemed so difficult. As soon as she stepped into the palace gate, a chilling chill hit her face, as if countless invisible hands were tightly strangling her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

That night, her body temperature rose rapidly like a wild horse running out of control. She was like a volcano about to erupt, hot and terrifying. The high fever made her consciousness become confused and she began to talk incoherently. Her voice was broken and erratic, as if coming from the distant sky.

Her originally dignified and elegant face was now horribly distorted, like a flower ravaged by a strong wind, having lost its former beauty and elegance. Her frightened eyes were like a frightened deer, full of helplessness and confusion, with fear flashing in her pupils. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which were like crystal tears, rolling down her cheeks and leaving wet marks on her pale face.

Her lips were pale and bloodless, and she kept trembling. She was muttering, but no one could hear what she was saying. Her teeth were chattering, making a slight "cluck" sound, as if she was fighting the fear in her heart. Her hands were clenched into fists, and then slowly loosened, over and over again, as if she was trying to grab something, but could not grab anything.

Her body involuntarily curled up into a ball, like a frightened hedgehog, wrapping herself tightly, seeking a sense of security. She hugged herself tightly, as if only in this way could she resist the endless fear.

Her hands were tightly gripping the quilt, her fingers had turned pale from excessive force, her knuckles raised high, as if she wanted to tear the quilt. The quilt was crumpled in her hands, as if it reflected her inner pain.

Her breathing became rapid and disordered, like an old bellows working with difficulty. Every breath seemed so difficult, and her panting sounded like the growl of a wild beast, as if she would suffocate from fear at any time.

The imperial doctors watched anxiously from the side, their faces full of worry and helplessness. They could only try their best to treat her, hoping to relieve her pain and let her gradually calm down.

Apart from the magnificent and solemn Changshou Palace, the Yanx Palace is the only place in this huge harem that does not have an imperial physician. Not only that, Concubine Ling ate some meals calmly and happily. She looked relaxed and not affected by the outside world at all. She even had an exceptionally good appetite and ate half a bowl of rice more than usual.

Her calm demeanor seemed as if everything was under her control. Her psychological quality was so strong that it was amazing. Everyone in the harem looked at her with awe, and even the experienced imperial physicians had to admire her. However, behind this admiration, the imperial physicians did not dare to act rashly for a while, because they knew very well that the Concubine Ling in front of them was the one that the emperor cared about and loved.

This incident brought many thoughts to Concubine Ling's mind. She thought to herself that it was not easy for her to have the honor and favor she had today. The journey was full of hardships and challenges. She knew that if she was not careful, she might be torn to pieces and never be able to recover.

Therefore, she had to act cautiously and take every step carefully. She frowned slightly, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes. It was her warning to herself and her expectation for the future. She gently put down her bowl and chopsticks, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. There was both confidence and a hint of barely perceptible worry in that smile.