The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

The cold wind blew the lavender bed curtains gently.

A faint sobbing sound came from the corner, and the familiar cold fragrance was close at hand.

This was the rosin that His Majesty the Emperor used to use, but later, at some point, he switched to agarwood.

——Has this been changed back?

Jiang Lingyue wanted to open her eyes to see who was crying so early in the morning, but her eyelids were heavy.

She frowned uncomfortably, and not knowing where she found the strength, she struggled to open her eyes.

What I saw was the man's pale face and his eyes filled with overwhelming despair.

Eyes facing each other.

Jiang Lingyue was stunned, and the man sitting beside the bed had numb pupils that slightly dilated, and then he stretched out his trembling fingertips to touch her eyes.

The next moment, he stood up suddenly.

"Imperial doctor!"

The voice is hoarse and rough.

Soon, several imperial doctors who were kneeling in the corner came over hurriedly.

They were all in disbelief when they saw the imperial concubine, who was clearly dead on the couch, actually open her eyes.

Jiang Lingyue lying on the bed only felt that she was experiencing a farce that she should have stayed out of.

But now, she became the person involved.

My mind was in a fuss, my spirit wasn't clear, my body felt heavy, even moving my fingers was extremely difficult, and I didn't even have the strength to speak.

——This is her body, which is plagued by chronic diseases and has been ill for a long time.

When her wrist was held and the imperial physician felt her pulse, she finally felt a sense of reality.

Realizing the situation she was facing, Jiang Lingyue was shocked. She blinked lightly and turned her eyes to look at the man standing beside the bed to make room for the imperial physician.

He was wearing a black dragon robe and a crown on his head with long tassels hanging down, hiding the young emperor's face and all his emotions.

The pair of red, desperate eyes just now seemed to be her illusion.

But the way he was dressed showed that he had come in a hurry and didn't even have time to change into regular clothes.

Seeing her looking over, the emperor beside the bed bent down slightly and forced a smile at her, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

This was said to her.

But Jiang Lingyue felt that he was talking to himself.

He is the one who is afraid.

As this thought flashed through her mind, her heart trembled, and the next moment a fishy and sweet taste surged in her throat.

"Your Majesty, please don't get excited," the imperial physician who was taking her pulse said urgently, "Your body should be protected from anxiety and anger. Keeping your mind calm is the key to long-term health."

Jiang Lingyue actually couldn't hear clearly. The noisy and anxious voices were blocked out, and she could only see their panicked expressions.

I saw the imperial physician anxiously directing the palace maids.

Seeing that the young emperor had lost his restraint and composure again, he rushed to her with red eyes, his lips moving as he spoke something frantically.

I saw another old doctor take out a set of silver needles.

I don’t know how long it took, but the trance-like feeling of deafness passed.

Jiang Lingyue found that she had regained some strength.

It was as if he had finally returned to the world from the near-death state.

Several imperial physicians had already left, along with the palace maids and eunuchs in the hall.

There were only her and the emperor left in the palace.

Faint sobbing sounds came from outside the hall.

Jiang Lingyue moved her lips, "Who is crying?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt her throat was extremely dry.

His Majesty, who was sitting beside the couch, tightened her hand and said, "Be patient for a while. You can't drink water yet."

Jiang Lingyue: “…”

She was clearly asking who was crying.

So, when did she go back to?

In her previous life, although her health was very poor, it seemed that she had never experienced such a thrilling experience.

There has never been a time when I saw him lose his composure like this.

Is it...

His Majesty the Emperor's expression had returned to calm. After tucking the corner of the quilt for her, he stood up and walked out.

After a while, he came back with a bowl of medicine, which was still steaming.

The crying outside had disappeared.

Seeing her staring at him with those almond-shaped eyes, he smiled and said, "Yueyue, it's time to take your medicine."

Jiang Lingyue: “…”

For a moment, she still thought of herself as the strong girl, supporting herself on the couch and trying to sit up.

"Slow down!" The emperor, who was holding the medicine bowl, changed color. He put the bowl down and came over to help her sit up. "You are weak, so you have to be careful."

As he spoke, he placed a soft pillow behind her.

Jiang Lingyue didn't say anything. When a spoonful of medicine was fed to her mouth, she swallowed it obediently.

After swallowing half a bowl of medicine, he finally thought of something. Staring at the half-empty bowl, he asked blankly, "What herbs are in here?"

She asked suddenly, and the man feeding the medicine was also startled when he heard it. He immediately said: "I don't know what the specific medicinal ingredients are, but it is definitely a good medicine that can regulate your body."

As he spoke, another spoonful of medicine was brought to his lips.

The dark brown medicinal juice has a faint fishy smell.

Is it Jiang Lingxin's blood, or...

Seeing that she refused to open her mouth, His Majesty the Emperor frowned, "There are still two sips left. Be good and drink it all."

Jiang Lingyue: “…”

She glanced at him.

Seeing the scarlet at the corners of his eyes that had not yet faded and his still pale face, I thought of his anxiety and despair just now.

I couldn't bear to torture him.

Just don't think about what's in there.

He made up his mind, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, picked up the medicine bowl and swallowed all the remaining medicine in one gulp.

The momentum was as if he was drinking poisoned wine.

Qi Junyi took the empty bowl, stuffed a plum into her mouth, patted her head gently, and said, "Get rid of the bitter taste."

He thought the medicine was too bitter.