Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Although Sai Bian Que was thin, he was in high spirits. He walked in the solemn imperial palace with a natural expression and free and easy manners, giving him the demeanor of a hermit.

Emperor Yongxi was a little skeptical before he met this person, but just looking at his face, he was already somewhat convinced.

Sai Bian Que bowed and saluted: "This humble servant greets the emperor!"

"Are you Sai Bian Que?"

"Fake reputation in the martial arts world is nothing to be proud of! However, the director of the Imperial Hospital you mentioned before is the grand-disciple of my junior fellow apprentice!"

"Mr. Sai treated my fifth son. This is known to the world. What is the result now?"

Sai Bian Que paused and sighed, "If the Fifth Prince had been born with this weakness, I could have guaranteed that he would have been cured if I had asked him to treat it before he was ten. Even if I had asked him to treat it before he was fifteen, I could have guaranteed that he would have lived to be thirty. But now, I have exhausted all my options to ensure that he can live another two or three years."

Emperor Yongxi's eyes deepened. "At that time, Mr. Sai boasted that he could guarantee my son's life for five years!"

Sai Bian Que spread his hands. "Indeed, I have said so before, but there were two options at the time: one was five years, but he would continue to be bedridden with medicine for five years; the other was two years, but he would be able to live like a normal person. It was the latter option that the Fifth Prince chose himself. He said he had been ill for twenty-one years and wanted to live a two-year life without medicine. Naturally, I will follow the patient's request!"

Emperor Yongxi frowned deeply. Between five years of struggling to survive and two years of being a normal person, he was not surprised at all that the fifth brother would choose the latter.

He said slowly: "Then please ask Mr. Sai to help me take a look!"

Sai Bian Que took a step forward, bowed slightly, sat on the low stool prepared for him, and stretched out three fingers to place on Emperor Yongxi's wrist.

After a long moment, Sai Bian Que withdrew his hand, stood up, and bowed to Emperor Yongxi. "Your Majesty, do you feel chest tightness and shortness of breath? Do you even feel a cramping pain in your five internal organs? The pain is continuous and it moves around constantly?"

"Yes!"

"Then, Your Majesty, do you feel that the dragon's head is particularly heavy, that the pressure on the dragon's neck is too great, and that you feel tired and unable to support it? Do you also often feel unbearable pain in your hands and feet?"

"Yes!"

"Your Majesty, do you still feel that your appetite is better than usual? You always feel very hungry. Even if you eat more meals than usual, you are still hungry?"

Emperor Yongxi's eyes darkened again: "I do feel that way."

"The Emperor has been poisoned!"

"Impossible!" These words made Emperor Yongxi's face change slightly. "My food and drink are constantly being tested for poison, and the imperial physician takes my pulse every other day. Where did the poison come from?"

Sai Bian Que disagreed: "Who says poison must come from food? The clothes we wear, the incense we burn, the flowers and plants we pass by, the body odor of the palace maids around us, the soap we use for washing... What kind of thing can't be poisoned?"

He showed a hint of interest: "The person who poisoned the emperor is well versed in pharmacology and is familiar with the emperor's daily habits and preferences. He cleverly mixed the poisonous incense into the emperor's daily life. He is a master!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yongxi's expression grew grave. He asked in a deep voice, "What kind of poison has I been poisoned with? Is there a cure?"

"Then we need to first find out what caused the poisoning before we can find a solution."

"How do I see it?"

"The emperor's usual eating and walking routes, I can roughly understand them by walking them once."

Emperor Yongxi frowned and said, "But during the autumn hunt, I went to Wanfeng Mountain."

"Your Majesty, you're worrying too much. You've been poisoned for at least a year. This means that since a year ago, there's been a very slow way of poisoning you. It has nothing to do with Wanfeng Mountain."

A hint of anger welled up in the depths of Emperor Yongxi's eyes. Over a year ago? Over a year ago? How dare they attack him?

He called out, his voice filled with deep anger: "Yushu, take Dr. Sai to check it out! Don't let any place go. Anyone who tries to stop us will be killed without mercy!"

The entire harem was in chaos, and many concubines were killed. Only the one he brought to Wanfeng Mountain was safe and sound.

The harem is very quiet now, so it’s nothing to bring a foreign man with you.

Sai Bian Que walked very quickly this time, and Yushu only took him for a quick stroll before returning.

The final result was that there were problems with the incense and green plants in the Queen's Palace. The spice bag brought by Concubine Qi was of one kind, but there was another ingredient that had not been found yet.

It was not until he arrived before Emperor Yongxi and watched him review the memorials that Sai Bian Que said with certainty, "It is the imperial ink. This is the fourth ingredient. Each of these four ingredients is non-toxic individually, but when mixed together, they can cause poisoning, and the person will be unconscious. This poison is called Qingfeng Duanmai Powder in the Poison Classic. However, the ingredients are rare, the preparation is difficult, and the conditions must be met, so few people know how to make it."

Emperor Yongxi's expression suddenly changed.

In order to show the deep affection between the emperor and the empress, after leaving court, he would go to Fengyi Palace to talk to the empress or have a meal with her.

The time period after he left court was the time when the concubines went to pay their respects to the queen.

The spice bag reacted with the incense plant, and then Emperor Yongxi came back to review the memorials, and the conditions for poisoning were created.

"According to the divine doctor, was this formed by chance, or was it intentional?"

"It's so obviously deliberate. If I say it was formed by chance, would you believe it, Your Majesty?" Sai Bian Que was not polite at all.

The eyes of Emperor Yongxi, which usually showed no emotion, had lost their composure and revealed a hint of gnashing anger.

If the queen had not been dead, the anger in his eyes would have been enough to burn the other person to ashes.

"Yushu, arrest Concubine Qi and torture her severely. Make sure you get the truth!"

After that, he ordered everyone to destroy all the imperial inks he often used and replace them with new ones.

He suddenly remembered something. A year ago, the fifth brother brought his newly-married princess to the Queen's palace to pay her respects. He coughed so hard that he almost fainted on the spot. Did everything start at that time?

Lao Wu is weak and has been ill for a long time. Although he has not been exposed to ink, he has already felt extremely uncomfortable?

But no one cared at that time?

At that time, the Queen, Duke Dingguo, and Chu Yunyan had already planned to seize his throne?

"Now that we've found the source of the poison, could Dr. Sai be able to cure me?"

Sai Bian Que pondered, "There is a solution, but it's quite tricky. We need to find Lingxu Grass first. This grass grows on cliffs in extremely cold places and is extremely difficult to pick. It must be used as medicine right after it's been picked. If it's more than a quarter of an hour old, its medicinal properties disappear and it's useless. This thing is difficult to harvest and must be used on the spot, so no pharmacy or drugstore will have it in stock."

"What else?" Emperor Yongxi asked in a deep voice.

"It also needs to be combined with precious herbs like Tianshan Snow Lotus, Deep Sea Pearl Powder, Millennium Ginseng, and Condensed Stone Pearls, and refined into an antidote using a special method. The refining method is also very particular. The heat, time, and proportions of the herbs must all be precise. Any slight mistake will result in all the previous efforts being wasted."

"Can the Sai Shen Doctor refine it?"

"Of course, there are no more than three people in the world who can refine it, and I happen to be one of them. If I can gather the other herbs, I will personally go and get the Lingxu grass and use it in time. In just one year, I can make the antidote."

"How long can I live?"

Doctor Sai was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Your Majesty, you will live forever and live as long as the Southern Mountains." He changed the subject, "However, Your Majesty has been poisoned for a long time, so you should not work hard for the next year. Even if you take the antidote, you still need to let the medicine slowly absorb into your body and dissipate the poison. You will need at least a year of rest. In two years, Your Majesty will be strong and healthy again."

Emperor Yongxi looked unhappy.

He had just experienced Chu Yunyan's rebellion, and he was dissatisfied with all of his sons. He couldn't take care of state affairs for two years. So after two years, would the throne still be his?

"What does it mean to not work hard?"

Sai Bian Que said sternly, "Your Majesty may not be able to worry about state affairs. You must not waste your energy or energy. Once you waste your energy or energy, the poison will enter your lungs. Even if there is an antidote, it will not be able to cure your illness."

Seeing Emperor Yongxi pondering, Sai Bian Que said, "Although this is just my personal opinion, it's worthwhile to announce it to the world and invite all talented people to come. Perhaps they will have a different opinion from mine."

Emperor Yongxi looked at him with a deep gaze: "According to the divine doctor, is there anyone in this world with medical skills better than yours?"

Sai Bian Que smiled confidently: "I claim to be the second best in the world, but Your Majesty can search the whole world to see who dares to claim to be the best!"

He was conceited and arrogant, but for some reason, his words sounded strangely convincing.

After all, this person's aura is indeed consistent with the characteristics of a miracle doctor.

"Write out the prescription. In five days, I will give you all the herbs. Within a year, you must create an antidote for me!"

Sai Bian Que said readily: "Okay!"

He wrote out the prescription almost without thinking.

"Are you still living in Prince An's Mansion?"

Sai Bian Que didn't care much: "Prince An's condition has almost stabilized now, and he will be able to live like an ordinary person for the next two years. It doesn't matter whether I go or not, he has already paid me anyway."

"Then you can stay at the Imperial Hospital!"

"That's fine!" Sai Bian Que was arranged to stay by someone sent by Yushu.

Emperor Yongxi certainly wouldn't believe Sai Bian Que just because of his words. He faced the empty hall and gave a solemn order, "Send a message to the Secret Guards to send the Rejuvenating Hand to the capital as quickly as possible."

The medical skills of this rejuvenation expert were unmatched in the Imperial Hospital. Emperor Yongxi had always been in good health. Long ago, he asked this man to search the whole world for several other medicines needed for his immortality, but he never found any.

Every two years, he would come to the palace to take Emperor Yongxi's pulse.

Emperor Yongxi's secret guards always knew his whereabouts.

Tian Jiaying had no idea how long she had lived in the Jingzhao Yin prison. It was pitch dark, with only an oil lamp burning for a long time, emitting only a tiny glow.

The jailers rarely come here, and there are rats running around from time to time.

But she didn't seem to feel anything.

The man had promised her that if she cooperated, he would bring the enemy to her.

She's waiting!

Apart from her obsession with revenge for her son, she no longer cared about anything else.

One day later, she saw Yan Xiaozhen being locked up next door.

"Why are you here too?"

Yan Xiaozhen's expression was dejected, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think that if I turn myself in with those things, I'll be alright? That rebellious girl, she didn't want me to live at all."

"Hahaha, it's better to die. It will be clean if everyone dies."

"Are you crazy?"

"You still want to live? You've done so many things, and you still want to live? You killed my Chang'er, and you still want to live?" Tian Jiaying was hysterical, crying and laughing, her words incoherent, but every word was heartbreaking: "Chang'er is dead, why are you reluctant to let him go? Chang'er only killed two people, and I took care of the aftermath for him. And you, how many people have you killed?"

"Crazy!" Yan Xiaozhen ignored him. Now he could only hope that what Yan Xining said was true. He turned himself in and exposed a shocking case. The emperor would definitely show leniency to him.

As time went by, a jailer would occasionally pass by and say a few words.

The case of the Military Arsenal was judged. Some people had their homes confiscated and some were beheaded, but no one mentioned Yan Xiaozhen.

He has been detained here without release or trial.

It seemed as if everyone in the world had forgotten him.

Soon, he also became numb. During these days, he and Tian Jiaying blamed each other, complained about each other, exposed each other's shortcomings, cursed each other, and even fought through the fence...

In the end, they didn't even have the energy to fight.

The jailers’ food delivery was irregular, sometimes delivering three meals a day, sometimes only one every two or three days, completely ignoring them. Even when they fought each other until their heads were bloodied, the jailers who delivered the food turned a blind eye.

Days like this finally made them panic.

How long did they live there?

Could it have been six months, or three or five years?

Tian Jiaying cursed at the light: "That bitch Yan Xining, she lied to me, she lied to me! Bitch, I won't let her go even if I become a ghost, how dare she lie to me."

Yan Xiaozhen sneered: "I am still somewhat useful to her, but you are of no use to her at all. You even harmed her mother. Who else would she deceive if not you?"

"Did I harm the Luo family? You were the one who fed her the chronic poison. I only suggested it, but you were the one who did it."

"If you hadn't suggested it, would I have done it? If you hadn't pressed me, would I have done it?"

"Oh, don't put all the blame on me. Wasn't it because Chang'er was about to be born, and you didn't want our son to be born illegitimate, that you hurriedly killed her?"

"You still say that! You still say that! The doctor diagnosed that you were pregnant with a son, and you forced me to do that. If you hadn't said that if I didn't find a way, you would not give up the child, why would I do that?"

The two men became angrier and angrier as they accused each other, and started fighting across the fence again.

They were so hungry that they had no strength left, but they fought very fiercely.

Just as they were pulling each other's hair and cursing each other viciously, a light laugh was heard from the corridor.

The two raised their cloudy eyes and looked blankly at the source of the laughter.

The light suddenly came on; the jailer had lit a lantern.

The woman had delicate features and eyebrows. She wore a goose-yellow brocade dress embroidered with a continuous plum blossom pattern in multicolored silk threads. A light pink silk ribbon, delicately embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, was tied around her waist.

A jade hairpin made of mutton fat is used to tie up a simple bun. The hairpin is pure white and is carved with exquisite cloud patterns. It is simple yet elegant.

Her entire outfit showcases the nobility and elegance of a lady from a noble family.

He is no longer the image he was when he first arrived in the capital, with a dark complexion, uncertain where to put his hands and feet, cautious, looking up with trepidation.

The man beside her, although thin, was noble in nature. The two of them standing there brought more brightness to the dim prison.

The two looked again and saw that not only was there a jailer, but even the Jingzhao Yin was there.

Jing Zhao Yin bowed and said, "Your Highness, Princess, I will take my leave first!"

Judging from his attitude, he didn't seem to be treating a prince, but rather his own lord.

Having said that, he took the jailer downstairs. When the jailer left, he handed the key to the prison door to Jingfeng.

Tian Jiaying's eyes focused, and he immediately rushed to the prison door without hesitation, scratching at Yan Xining through the bars: "You lied to me, bitch, you lied to me!"

Yan Xining glanced at her indifferently: "To you, even if I break my promise, I have a clear conscience. However, I am not you!" She said slowly: "Bring it up."

There are people in the darkness behind.

Tian Jiaying immediately saw two people being carried towards her.

A middle-aged man and a young boy. Their faces were seven points similar, and at first glance they looked like a father and son.

Jingyue, who was holding the people, moved her fingers and tapped the two men a few times, and the people who were being held like dead chickens woke up.

The middle-aged man struggled and shouted, "Who are you? Where is this? Why did you call me here? What do you want to do?"