An Lingrong's Rebirth: I will not offend others unless they offend me

The emperor's face suddenly changed and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

An Lingrong was terrified and screamed out loud.

"Go and ask the doctor quickly!"

She struggled to get up and wipe the emperor's mouth, but somehow she lost her balance and fell on the emperor's chest.

When An Lingrong saw the emperor rolling his eyes after being hit, she became anxious and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

When Wei Lin came in, An Lingrong, who was leaning on Baoque, insisted that he take the emperor's pulse first.

The emperor spoke weakly.

"Rong'er, you just woke up and are still weak. Sit aside and rest first."

Just after the palace maid helped An Lingrong up, the emperor realized that her face was as pale as paper, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

The emperor thought that the imperial concubine's frail appearance was related to himself, so he did not care about her heavy blow.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration!"

An Lingrong sat on the chaise longue not far away, her worried eyes never leaving the emperor.

Wei Lin took the emperor's pulse under the gaze of everyone. After checking both hands, he glanced vaguely at the princes and princesses who had just arrived.

The emperor understood, "I am fine, my studies are more important, you can go back now."

"My son, I obey."

Only then did Hongzhan reluctantly lead his brothers and sisters out.

After they left, Wei Lin reported in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, your pulse is somewhat disordered. The poison in your body wasn't completely eliminated to begin with, and this impatience has further depleted your Qi and blood. From now on, please try not to get angry, and try not to overwork yourself."

"I will prescribe a prescription for you to recuperate. Please rest for a while."

The emperor nodded slightly. He knew his own body well and what Wei Lin said was correct.

Then his eyes fell on An Lingrong. Upon closer inspection, he found that there was blood at the corner of her mouth.

His heart ached and he asked with concern.

"Rong'er, are you okay?"

An Lingrong responded with a gentle smile.

"Your Majesty, I am fine. I was just anxious and lost my composure. Please forgive me!"

The emperor sighed and extended his hand towards her.

An Lingzhen, supported by Baoque, walked over slowly and took the emperor's warm hand.

The coolness transmitted from the fingertips made the emperor feel a mixture of guilt and pity.

"You've always been weak, and you've had a serious illness every few years. You were frightened today. Let Wei Lin take a look at you."

An Lingrong nodded gently, her eyes full of gratitude fixed on the emperor, making him tilt his head uncomfortably.

In his harem, there were fickle and vicious women like Zhen, and there were also women like the Imperial Noble Consort who were loyal to her.

God has been kind to him after all!

The emperor stared at Wei Lin as he stepped forward to feel An Lingrong's pulse, and his right hand unconsciously clenched into a fist under the brocade quilt.

Wei Lin took An Lingrong's pulse with ease. After a moment, he took out a silver needle and quickly inserted it into An Lingrong's hand.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine's pulse is more stable than before, but you must not let her emotions fluctuate too much."

"Thank you, Judge Wei. I understand."

An Ling tolerated the sadness, gently shook the emperor's hand, and forced a smile.

"Your Majesty, you know me well. I have had your protection over the years, and my children are all filial. Nothing has ever caused me any major ups and downs."

"On the contrary, you have been unconscious for eight or nine hours. I...I beg you to take the instructions of the judge to heart."

The emperor read from her tearful eyes that if she unfortunately passed away one day, the children would at least have him as their royal father.

He caressed the back of An Lingrong's hand affectionately, comforting her gently.

"Rong'er, the judge of the Weiyuan Hospital is a skilled doctor. He will take good care of both you and me."

"You still have dark circles under your eyes. Go back and rest."

The emperor could not face An Lingrong's wholehearted trust with peace of mind, so he could only persuade her to leave.

"I thank Your Majesty for your consideration. I will go back and rest now."

Baoque and Baoge almost carried An Lingrong out of the bedroom.

Seeing this, the emperor frowned.

"Wei Lin, tell me the truth, what happened to the Imperial Concubine?"

Wei Lin trembled and uttered the words he had agreed on long ago with difficulty.

"Your Majesty, although the Imperial Concubine has regained consciousness, I don't know what happened to her, but she is deeply hurt."

"Your Majesty's health is not as good as before. From now on...if you don't take good care of yourself, it might shorten your lifespan!"

The emperor's eyes widened in shock. Xia Qi had clearly said that the alluring drug would not cause much harm to the body. How could the imperial concubine be like this?

He asked eagerly.

"If you take good care of it, how long will it live?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not make a rash judgment."

Wei Lin kowtowed several times before the emperor waved his hand with a gloomy face and let him go.

He leaned on the bed and thought for a long time, then called Xiao Xiazi again.

"The Imperial Concubine has just woken up. I am worried. Please personally take Li Songling and several elderly imperial physicians to check her pulse."

"Yes, slave, go right away."

Xiao Xiazi, who received the order, still felt scared even after leaving the palace.

Wei Lin climbed to his current position with the help of the Imperial Noble Consort. The Emperor did not believe Wei Yuanpan's diagnosis.

Xiao Xiazi walked onto the deserted palace road before shaking her head heavily.

No wonder the Imperial Noble Consort said that serving the emperor was like serving a tiger, and asked him to serve the emperor carefully.

An Lingrong looked at the six imperial physicians brought by Xiao Xiazi, pretended that she couldn't refuse, and cooperated with them to take her pulse one by one.

Wei Lin said that the pills left by his master were very effective and could be mistaken for the real thing, so the people from the Imperial Hospital would definitely not be able to tell the difference.

It’s a pity that such a skilled doctor was unwilling to be bound by rules and refused to be recruited.

An Lingrong leaned on Baoque, admiring the changes in the expressions of the imperial doctors with her peripheral vision, and quickly made a decision in her heart.

"What? You said the Imperial Concubine voluntarily relinquished her power in the palace?"

The emperor sat up straight in surprise.

He knew better than anyone what palace power meant to the women in the harem.

How could she give up An Lingrong so easily?

Xiao Xiazi vaguely guessed the Imperial Concubine's intention from her decision, and he replied calmly.

"Your Majesty, I have been ordered to bring six imperial physicians to examine the Empress. Two of them paled when they felt her pulse. The Imperial Noble Consort must have sensed something. When I left the palace, I thought I saw the Empress vomiting blood again."

"Your Majesty, the six imperial physicians say that the Empress has suffered severe injuries and unanimously agree that she may not survive beyond the number of palms."

The emperor was stunned for a moment, then gave another order.

"This matter must not be disclosed to anyone, especially not to the Imperial Concubine."

"Tell Wei Lin to do his best to nurse the Imperial Concubine back to health. If there's anything missing, go directly to the Imperial Household Department or the Imperial Treasury to get it."