Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

"Royal brother, Eunuch Zhou said there's something wrong with the fertility soup in my house?"

Li Heng was shivering, his chin was covered with stubble, his robe was stained with dust, and he was in a panic, almost tripping over the threshold when he entered.

“No conclusion has been reached yet.”

There is indeed something wrong with what Li Zhao meant.

Li Heng suddenly took a half step back, his face filled with shock. "Is there really...something wrong? So, the Empress Dowager was right. I was the one who harmed Xingyao."

Li Zhao soothed him, "Don't worry, Fifth Brother. The prefect can't find the recipe for the fertility soup right now. Do you have it?"

"Yes, I'll go find it right away."

Li Heng left in a panic, his flying robes stirring up a gust of cold wind.

Li Zhao stood in front of the window, looking at his fifth brother's panicked back, and said in a deep voice:

"Eunuch Zhou, summon Doctor Ma."

"Yes."

An hour later, Wenli Pavilion was full of people.

Li Zhao sat in the upper seat in the study, and Wen Yuan sat beside him.

Eunuch Zhou secretly looked up at the two of them. Wen Yuan exuded a powerful aura of an emperor and empress from both inside and out, comparable to Emperor Li Zhao.

In the entire Taifeng Dynasty, only Wen Yuan stood beside Li Zhao and was not inferior to him.

The air was filled with the fragrance of seal incense, and a plate of black orchids was in full bloom by the windowsill, emitting a faint scent of honey, hidden in the thick sandalwood.

Wen Yuan looked listless and his head ached from the smoke.

She forced herself to stay awake and listen to Li Zhao's questions.

"Doctor, have you read the prescription for the fertility soup?"

The prescription that Li Heng brought was now in the hands of the imperial physician.

The imperial physician narrowed his eyes and examined the patient carefully for a long time. It was winter and a thin layer of sweat formed on his hair.

"Your Majesty, I have seen clearly that there is no problem with the recipe."

The prescription was first given to the imperial physician and has been used in the royal family for many years without any problems.

Li Heng frowned, "The prescription is fine, so the problem is with the decoction?"

"This..." The imperial physician didn't dare to speak directly.

Wen Yuan said, "Doctor, if you have anything to say, just speak frankly."

"Your Majesty, if you accidentally mix other medicines into the prescription, the medicinal properties will counteract each other, and the tonic can turn into poison."

The imperial physician's words almost confirmed most of the speculations in everyone's mind.

The most important thing now is to find Madam Li.

"Prefect, have the people who went to look for Madam Li returned?"

"No, but I found a piece of cotton cloth in Madam Li's residence."

"Cotton? What's unusual?"

"There was nothing unusual about the cotton cloth, but there was a medicinal smell left on it, which turned out to be the smell of Aconitum."

Aconitum has the function of expelling cold and eliminating rheumatism.

It is poisonous and must be processed before it can be taken orally. Long-term use of aconite will cause toxins to accumulate in the body and cause poisoning.

If the fertility soup is interrupted, the herb Aconitum will not appear.

Madam Li was a servant who was in charge of decocting medicine. The appearance of aconite in her house must be very strange.

"Are there any leftover medicinal residues in the small kitchen?" Wen Yuan asked.

"I was just about to report this. The medicine residue in the small kitchen is usually cleaned out once every two weeks. Yesterday, Madam Li cleaned up all the medicine residue thoroughly before taking leave, so no medicine residue was found in the small kitchen."

Now, everything points to Madam Li. The princess's death is closely related to her.

After hearing these words, Li Heng was furious and slammed the table and stood up: "Lu Feilin, go find her. I want her alive or dead. Even if I have to turn Lijia Village upside down, I will dig out Madam Li."

Lu Feilin was Li Heng's personal bodyguard. After receiving the order, he rode a fast horse straight to Lijia Village.

Wen Yuan looked at the anxious and angry Li Heng expressionlessly, sneering in his heart: Who is he acting for? He must be hoping that Ji Xingyao will die soon and make way for Su Jinyun.

Li Heng paced anxiously in the study. Li Zhao pressed his temple and said, "Fifth brother, why don't you go to the backyard and see if the prefect's men are interrogating the servants in the kitchen."

Li Heng, who was like a headless fly, suddenly found his direction after being pointed out and walked out of Wenli Pavilion in three steps.

"Your Majesty, I will go with the prince." The prefect followed him and left.

Wenli Pavilion suddenly became much quieter.

Wen Yuan stood up and went to see Ji Xingyao.

They are childhood friends, best friends, and close friends.

Eight years ago, the two of them were watching meteors on the top of a mountain behind the school when they were hit by a meteorite that had deviated from its orbit, and they entered the Taifeng Dynasty hand in hand.

Faced with the sudden emergence of a system, unfamiliar relatives, and a feudal society that is completely opposite to the modern society, they are struggling.

Every time one party wanted to give up, it was the encouragement and help of the other party that supported each other to this day.

Xingyao left this world with hatred, and Wen Yuan wanted to see her off for the last time.

"Ayuan, where are you going?"

Wen Yuan didn't look back: "I'm going to accompany Xingyao."

"I'll go with you."

Wen Yuan didn't say anything and walked out.

The damp cold outside cut his face, but Wen Yuan didn't feel anything.

Sometimes, when the heart is dead, it will probably trigger the body's self-protection mechanism and block the perception of the outside world.

In the front yard of Yaohua Garden, a group of people were kneeling on the ground.

"Long live the emperor, and a thousand years of life for the imperial concubine."

Su Jinyun's voice was so weak and almost inaudible among the crowd.

Li Zhao said, "Are you the fifth brother's new concubine? Raise your head."

Su Jinyun looked up hesitantly, with two teardrops as big as beans hanging on her chin.

Wen Yuan saw that Li Zhao was obviously stunned, probably because he was frightened by Su Jinyun's swollen body that looked like a fermented red steamed bun.

He frowned slightly, wondering what kind of vision Li Heng had for marrying such a woman.

Li Zhao retracted his gaze and said:

"The royal palace is in great mourning. As a concubine, you have been guarding the princess's eternal lamp in the mourning hall for the past few days."

The eternal lamp cannot be extinguished and must be watched day and night without being left unattended for even a moment.

Su Jinyun's body visibly swayed. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, lowered her head, and replied tremblingly, "I will follow your Majesty's instructions."

The mourning hall was well ventilated. When she went back to the room to change clothes in the morning, she did not wear warm clothes in order to maintain her graceful figure. She had been kneeling for so long that her knees had been soaked by the cold air from the ground, and they were cold and painful.

The funeral of a princess is not like that of ordinary people. It is solemn and dignified, and can last up to more than half a month.

Not to mention half a month, within a day, Su Jinyun's knees would be broken.

The emperor's words are golden, and Su Jinyun cannot say anything. She has to guard the eternal lamp day and night. What's the difference between this and asking for her life?

Wet nurse Wang knelt behind Su Jinyun with her head close to the ground, feeling indignant for her young lady.

She secretly thought that after the emperor and the imperial concubine returned to the palace, she would go to the prince to cry and complain, and save the young lady from the hard job of guarding the eternal lamp.

The princess herself had a short life and she couldn't blame anyone else. Once the funeral was over, her own daughter would be the mistress of the Ruiping Palace and it would be no big deal for her to be promoted to the principal wife.

This is just the darkness before dawn. Hold on, the day will soon come for the lady.

Li Zhao did not stay in the mourning hall for long. After a while, he left with Eunuch Zhou.

Wen Yuan glanced around the mourning hall and found Tao Xi who was squeezed in at the back.

Tao Xi's eyes were swollen to the point of being slits, and tears never dried on her face.

Seeing that she was limping, Wen Yuan asked Xiaoying to call Taoxi over.