The queen is sober in the world, and she is winning every step of the palace fight.

Concubine Shun replied, "The Empress said she would be here later. The Empress was feeling unwell today, so she arrived a little late."

The De Fei beside her nodded: "Yes, I have already sent someone to inform the Queen. It's just that the Queen has been preparing for the New Year recently and is exhausted. She is not feeling well..."

As he was speaking, footsteps were heard outside.

It’s Queen Yan who has arrived.

"Sister, you are here too. Does your face look better today?" When she saw Fei Wan, she immediately started to care about Fei Wan's face.

"It's getting better day by day, don't worry, sister."

The two men warmed themselves in the outer hall to get rid of the cold, and then went into the inner hall.

The emperor was lying on the dragon bed, his face was dark yellow and his lips were pale, looking like he was seriously ill.

Queen Yan stepped forward and called "Your Majesty" twice, but he did not respond at all and just fell into a deep sleep.

"Have you determined the cause of the disease?" asked Queen Yan.

The imperial doctors serving nearby looked at each other.

One said that he was injured and was overworked during a period of physical weakness.

Another said that it was probably because he had eaten something unclean, which caused disharmony in his spleen and stomach.

Another said that it was caused by being frightened and upset.

Empress Yan didn't wait for them to finish and asked, "Whatever the reason, you should discuss a plan for medication. We can't just let His Majesty suffer from a fever here. What's the point of just using a wet towel to reduce the temperature?"

Concubine Heqing asked, "Has the judge of the Academy of Literature not arrived yet?"

A royal physician said, "Your Majesty, the judge of the Academy of Literature was supposed to be on duty today, but he suddenly had a headache this afternoon. He said he was caught in a cold last night, so he asked for leave to go back and rest."

Empress Yan's face darkened. "With the Court of Literature judge away, can't you all reach a consensus? You each hold your own opinions and have no clue what's going on. What's the point of keeping you in the Imperial Hospital? Go down and prescribe the medicine immediately!"

The imperial doctors left in panic.

"Your humble servant, Zheng Miao, a physician in the Imperial Hospital's Typhoid Fever Department, has prepared a dose of Lingshu Powder. Please administer it to Your Majesty."

A royal doctor came in from outside.

With an assistant, carrying a bowl of medicine.

Hot steam was coming out of the holes in the bowl, probably because it had just been fried and was still hot.

Before the imperial physicians left the room, someone said, "Imperial Physician Zheng, the cause of His Majesty's illness is still undetermined. If you use the medicine hastily, what if something goes wrong..."

"Nothing will go wrong. If anything goes wrong, I will take full responsibility."

"Your Majesty's dragon body is precious. Can you afford it?"

Zheng Miao ignored his colleagues, stepped forward and saluted, and said in front of everyone:

"Your Majesties, I am on duty today and was the first to arrive to take your Majesty's pulse. I determine that your Majesty's condition is caused by physical weakness, fatigue, and shock, leading to a loss of consciousness. Resting could be manageable, but your pulse is floating and slippery, and your spleen is deficient and damp, causing imbalances in the ascending and descending functions. It's clear that you consumed extremely cold foods, which have caused disharmony in your body and a high fever and coma. Therefore, you need to raise the clear and lower the turbid, replenish the deficiency, and dissipate the cold. I have combined eight herbs, including ginseng, white atractylodes, poria, and coix seed, to guide the stagnation and regulate the qi. After your Majesty takes this, the cold will be discharged from your body within half an hour. Once you regain consciousness, you can continue to recuperate with warming tonics. You will be fully recovered in three to five days."

Other imperial doctors asked him, what should we do if the emperor does not wake up in half an hour?

Zheng Miao said, "Your Majesty is extremely weak and cannot transform the body's energy automatically. I will use acupuncture to help Your Majesty regulate his energy."

"You're not a judge in the Academy of Literature, how dare you use acupuncture without authorization!"

"Although I'm not as skilled in acupuncture as the judge Wen, I've learned it since I was young. After entering the Imperial Hospital, I received much guidance and instruction from the Imperial Physician Wen. I'm pretty sure I can regulate the spleen and stomach with acupuncture."

Empress Yan's face darkened. "Is this what you're arguing about? Doctor Zheng, are you sure?"

"I have you."

"Okay, then you come and treat it."

After Empress Yan spoke, the other imperial physicians did not dare to say anything more.

At this time, two more imperial doctors came.

He was Empress Yan's usual confidant, who was temporarily summoned from outside the palace.

After checking the medicine brought by Zheng Miao and finding no problem, Empress Yan ordered the medicine to be used.

Cao Bin stepped forward and, with the palace maids, under the guidance of Zheng Miao, gave the unconscious emperor the medicine.

Then Zheng Miao and another imperial physician stayed on guard, with several palace maids by their side, while everyone else left the inner hall.

Concubine Heqing asked Cao Bin to reply.

"Your Majesty, what frightened you today? What unclean, cold-weather food did you eat? You've always been the most cautious, so how could you allow Your Majesty to have any abnormalities while recuperating?"

Cao Bin quickly knelt down and said, "I have failed to serve you well. When Your Majesty wakes up, I will apologize and accept the punishment!"

This is admitting a mistake.

However, he also asked Concubine Heqing not to say too much about punishing him. After all, he was in front of the emperor and only the emperor could punish him.

But it never said why the emperor was frightened and felt cold.

Concubine Heqing looked at him, softened her tone, and asked him to get up.

"Everyone is worried about His Majesty, and no one blames you. From now on, you should take good care of him and make him recover quickly. That is better than anything else."

"The slave understands."

Cao Bin kowtowed, stood up, and returned to the inner hall to serve.

A group of palace concubines were waiting in the outer hall.

Not long after, two old princes from different clans who lived in the capital came, and several cabinet ministers also came to the palace to visit the patient.

The Duke of Zhenguo is here too.

They were all arranged to wait for news in a side hall to avoid disturbing the concubines.

The wait was long, and Fei Wan got up and went to the changing room in the back hall.

The maid took the opportunity to report quietly.

"I asked Doctor Zheng, and he said Your Majesty is fine. He just ate something cold and upset his stomach, and since he was weak, he couldn't handle it and fell into a coma."

Fei Wan asked, "What did you eat? Did you find out?"

"Xiao Linzi's friend in the Imperial Court said that the Empress came to visit His Majesty in the afternoon and brought two food boxes. When she left, the boxes were empty. However, that person was not serving in the palace, so we don't know what exactly she ate."

Walking out of the dressing room, he met Concubine Qing.

There was no one around, so he whispered to Concubine Qing, "The Queen doesn't look right tonight."

"Yes."

Fei Wan also noticed it.

Given Empress Yan's personality, she wouldn't be late tonight, and even if she did, she wouldn't fail to scold and question the imperial physician about the cause of the illness. Furthermore, when Cao Bin admitted his mistake, he glanced towards Empress Yan.

The emperor's coma was related to Queen Yan.

But what does it matter?

Did Queen Yan do it on purpose, or was it an unintentional mistake?

Unable to determine the exact amount, Concubine Qing and her maidservant were asked to prepare some snacks and send them to the princes and court officials who were waiting in the side hall.

In fact, it was to find out the situation of the Duke of Zhenguo.

Go back and continue waiting.

Not long after, there was movement in the inner hall.

The emperor woke up!

However, the vomiting and diarrhea kept the palace servants busy.

After tossing and turning for a while, he drank a few sips of rice soup and went back to sleep because he was too exhausted.

But the high fever miraculously subsided.

The imperial physicians took turns to feel his pulse and confirmed that his symptoms had eased and he only needed to rest.

"Doctor Zheng has made great contributions and will be rewarded handsomely!"

Queen Yan's face, which had been gloomy all night, finally softened a little, and she directly rewarded Zheng Miao with several heavy gold ingots.

Fei Wan observed the words and expressions.

I noticed that Queen Yan seemed genuinely relieved.

It seems that she did not intentionally feed the emperor bad food.

After exchanging a look with Concubine Qing, they both felt relieved.

But what did the emperor eat?