Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

When they returned to the Marquis's residence, Lin Yiwan was in the garden checking the arrangements for the banquet.

Upon seeing Princess Youyi return, Lin Yiwan hurriedly stepped forward. Noticing her grave expression, she asked with concern, "Princess, is something amiss at the Dongping Prince's residence?"

Princess Youyi nodded and recounted her experience at the Dongping Prince's residence to Lin Yiwan. Her tone was calm and composed, without a trace of grievance.

Lin Yiwan's face immediately darkened. She had long known that the Prince of Dongping and her father were at odds, so she never took the initiative to provoke them. However, she never expected that he would dare to make the little girl she cherished suffer.

He's so arrogant!

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.

After comforting Princess Youyi, she immediately went to the palace.

At this moment, Emperor Li was processing memorials in his study. He was quite puzzled when he heard that Lin Yiwan had come.

He asked, puzzled, "Why are you here at this hour? Is something urgent?"

Lin Yiwan frowned and asked, "Father, what's wrong with that Prince of Dongping? It's one thing for him to distance himself from us, but why did he refuse without hesitation when Youyi invited him to attend Ziyu's birthday banquet?"

Emperor Li's expression immediately became complicated. He sighed helplessly, "The Prince of Dongping harbors resentment towards me. He always blames me for the deaths of the late emperor's two children, blaming me for not protecting them and for me for meddling in imperial power and ascending the throne!"

Lin Yiwan never expected that her father would suffer such a great injustice. She said anxiously, "How can this be blamed on you? If it weren't for your efforts to turn the tide, who knows what the Sheng Dynasty would be like now!"

Emperor Li waved his hand: "It's hard to explain. Prince Dongping has always been stubborn. I won't stoop to his level. Since he doesn't want to attend Ziyu's birthday banquet, then so be it!"

Lin Yiwan bit her lip. Since that was the case, she would no longer provoke the Dongping Prince's Mansion to avoid causing trouble.

Then she went to the inner palace to have dinner with Empress Lin, and only left the palace at dusk.

She was dozing in the carriage when she was suddenly awakened by a commotion.

Just then, someone outside shouted, "Is that Lady Lin Yiwan of the Marquis of Zhanyi's mansion sitting in the carriage?"

She narrowed her eyes, reached out and lifted the carriage curtain, saying, "It's me, what's wrong?"

The man immediately stepped forward and bowed: "I am the steward of the inner palace of the Prince of Dongping's mansion. Our prince has fallen seriously ill, and the physicians in the mansion are helpless. That is why I have taken the liberty of sending this humble servant to ask for your help!"

Lin Yiwan felt a chill run down her spine, and her fingertips instinctively tightened around the carriage curtain.

The Prince of Dongping just refused Ziyu's birthday banquet today. When Princess Youyi went to pay her respects to him, he was perfectly fine. How could he suddenly fall ill?

She had just resolved to avoid trouble with the Prince of Dongping's mansion, but now she was stuck halfway, caught in a dilemma.

"Given the status of the Prince of Dongping, how could his residence lack skilled physicians?" she pressed, suppressing her doubts, her gaze sweeping coldly over the steward.

The steward's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his knees were trembling: "Madam, you are unaware of this, but the Prince suddenly fell ill this afternoon. At first, he only felt tightness in his chest, but later he was writhing on the ground in pain. The three physicians in the manor took turns administering acupuncture and medicine, but there was no improvement whatsoever. On the contrary, his breathing became weaker and weaker. An old doctor said that the Prince's symptoms are strange, and ordinary medicines are useless. Only you, Madam, might be able to save him!"

Lin Yiwan frowned. She had just received instructions from her father to stay away from the Dongping Prince's Mansion. But now, what should she do?

She couldn't help but look at the butler: "Is only I able to save him?"

The butler nodded emphatically: "Yes, the old doctor said that the Lady Hou's medical skills are superb, and she has the ability to snatch lives from the jaws of death!"

After he finished speaking, he was about to kneel down and kowtow, "Madam, I beg you to have mercy and come back to the manor with me. If anything happens to the Prince, all the more than one hundred people in the Dongping Prince's manor will suffer!"

The coachman outside the carriage was too shocked to utter a sound. Lin Yiwan pondered for a moment. She had no grudge against the Prince of Dongping. Although she was avoiding trouble with the Prince's mansion, if she really stood by and did not help, she would inevitably be known as cold-blooded. Moreover, the Prince of Dongping was a senior member of the imperial family. If something really happened, she might not be able to explain it to the Emperor and Empress.

“Okay, I’ll go with you.” Lin Yiwan made a quick decision.

She turned around and took out a sandalwood medicine box from a hidden compartment in the carriage, and solemnly instructed the driver: "The carriage will return to the Marquis of Zhanyi's residence first. Tell the Marquis that I am going to the Prince of Dongping's residence and will return later in the evening."

The coachman responded and left. The steward was overjoyed and hurriedly led the sedan chair over, personally helping Lin Yiwan into the chair.

The night was deep, and the sedan chair traveled swiftly, arriving at the gate of the Prince of Dongping's mansion in less than a quarter of an hour.

The once solemn and majestic Prince's mansion was now brightly lit, with people coming and going in a hurry. The maids and servants were full of anxiety, and even the usually arrogant guards bowed respectfully to Lin Yiwan, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"This way, Madam Hou!" The steward led the way, passing through three courtyards and arriving directly at the Prince of Dongping's bedroom.

As soon as you enter the courtyard, you smell a strong medicinal smell mixed with the scent of wormwood. Inside the hall, there are many people gathered around. Several doctors with white hair and beards stand by the bed, each with a solemn expression, helpless.

"Your Highness, the Lady of the Marquis has arrived!" The steward announced, and everyone in the hall turned around, their eyes falling on Lin Yiwan. There was anticipation, but also some doubt. After all, she was young and the mistress of the Marquis's mansion. No one was sure if she could really cure the prince's acute illness.

Lin Yiwan had no time to care about the stares of others and quickly walked to the bedside.

The Prince of Dongping had a bluish-purple face, his eyes were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed, his lips were cracked, his chest was rising and falling weakly, and one hand was pressed tightly against his chest. Even in his unconscious state, his knuckles were bluish-white, indicating that he was in extreme pain.

She reached out and placed her hand on the Prince of Dongping's wrist. The moment her fingertips touched his pulse, she was shocked. His pulse was erratic, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes as weak as a thread, and sometimes as rapid as a galloping horse. It was exactly the same as the "qi reversal attacking the heart" syndrome recorded in her maternal grandfather's medical records!

After a moment's thought, she commanded in a deep voice, "All of you, step back. Only two people are needed to serve here."

As soon as she finished speaking, she reached out and opened the sandalwood medicine box, then coldly ordered the steward: "Bring silver needles, strong liquor, ginger slices, and a basin of warm water, hot water."

The doctors exchanged bewildered glances. The senior doctor in charge stepped forward and said, "Madam, the prince's condition is critical. We have tried acupuncture three times without success. Are you still planning to use acupuncture?"

Lin Yiwan raised her eyes, her tone calm yet carrying an undeniable force, "If you all had a solution, the Prince wouldn't be in this predicament. Rest assured, if anything happens to the Prince, I will take full responsibility."

Seeing her confidence, the crowd had no choice but to retreat, leaving only two quick-witted maids to serve her.

Lin Yiwan first lit a strong liquor, then repeatedly heated the silver needles over the fire to sterilize them. She then had her maid wipe the acupoints of the Prince of Dongping with ginger slices. After that, she concentrated her mind and breath, picked up the silver needles, and accurately inserted them into the three acupoints of Tanzhong, Neiguan, and Xinshu.

Her technique was skillful and steady, with each needle inserted at the appropriate depth, a technique quite different from that of ordinary doctors.

After a short while, the Prince of Dongping's tense body gradually relaxed, his chest heaving more evenly, the purplish discoloration on his face faded a bit, and he slowly opened his eyes.