Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Meng Tingyue skillfully took the old woman's pulse and diagnosed her. After finding that she had just suffered a stroke, she glanced at Qinglan and said, "Hurry up and go to the carriage and get the silver needles I prepared."

Upon hearing this, Qinglan moved and jumped lightly onto the carriage. He skillfully opened the hidden compartment under the seat and took out a small cloth bag embroidered with elegant patterns.

She jumped off the carriage nimbly and handed the small cloth bag to Meng Tingyue with both hands.

Meng Tingyue quickly took out a thin silver needle from the small cloth bag. Her eyes were focused and decisive. Her fingertips moved quickly on the old man's body, accurately finding the acupuncture point and slowly inserting the silver needle with steady hands.

After a while, when the silver needle took effect, she gently pulled out the needle, placed her fingers on the old man's wrist again, and took his pulse carefully.

After confirming that the old man's condition had improved, Meng Tingyue slowly exhaled and carefully put away the silver needle.

Then he turned to the family members standing by and said softly, "I have temporarily suppressed the old man's condition. We need to quickly send him to the pharmacy and find a doctor to continue his treatment."

"Qinglan, send someone to take the old man to the pharmacy."

After saying this, she hurried towards the carriage that was parked not far away, leaving behind a series of anxious footsteps.

The old man's relatives thanked him repeatedly.

Seeing this, Qinglan immediately ordered several guards to move swiftly and carefully lift the old man onto a stretcher and escort him to the nearest pharmacy.

As the old man left, the crowd that had gathered gradually dispersed, and the streets returned to tranquility, with only the sounds of children playing in the distance remaining.

The carriage set off again, heading steadily towards the palace. This time, the road was clear and there were no more obstacles.

The palace gate was majestic and heavily guarded. Several guards had sharp eyes as they scrutinized every approaching figure.

When a carriage with understated and luxurious decoration slowly approached, they stepped forward without hesitation. A steady voice echoed in front of the empty door: "Stop, who wishes to enter the palace?"

Meng Tingyue sat in the carriage, extremely anxious, but she also maintained the dignity of a Crown Princess.

She gently lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, her eyes flashing with anxiety. Her voice was urgent but still gentle: "I have urgent business to attend to and need to see the emperor. Please give me some convenience."

The guards looked over when they heard the sound, and when they saw the beautiful woman who lifted the curtain, they all looked stern.

Then one of them bowed his head respectfully, his voice filled with awe, "So it's the Crown Princess who has arrived. My apologies. The Empress has already ordered a sedan chair to be prepared here, and we are waiting for the Crown Princess to arrive. Please step into the sedan chair."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue gently lifted the hem of her skirt, her movements elegant yet eager. She stepped out of the carriage, followed the guards' instructions, and stepped into the deep palace gate step by step.

As far as the eye can see, an exquisite sedan is waiting quietly not far away.

Meng Tingyue bowed slightly and stepped into the sedan chair lightly.

Then, several well-trained eunuchs lifted the sedan chair lightly and walked towards the depths of the palace with steady steps.

When they arrived at the Eastern Palace, Meng Tingyue stepped out of the sedan chair and entered the Eastern Palace under the guidance of a palace maid.

As I stepped into the palace, I saw the queen standing by the bed, her face full of worry and anxiety.

The nanny beside the queen, with a pair of sharp eyes, instantly caught Meng Tingyue's figure, then quietly leaned close to the queen's ear and whispered a few words in an almost inaudible voice.

The Queen's gaze then turned gently towards the door. Seeing Meng Tingyue, she whispered, "Tingyue, you're here."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue spun slightly and slowly knelt in greeting, "Daughter-in-law greets the Queen Mother."

Her gaze shifted and landed on the bed surrounded by numerous imperial physicians, and a thick layer of worry involuntarily covered her brows.

Meng Tingyue's heart was filled with doubts. She thought to herself, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is usually in good health. It's only his manic illness that occasionally disturbs his peace."

"But I've been making sure he takes his medicine on time every day, so he should be fine. Why did he suddenly develop this illness today?"

The queen shook her head lightly, and the tassels in her hair touched each other, making a pleasant sound. Her tone was gentle, but it could not hide the confusion in her heart.

"The details are still unclear. We only know that he suddenly became ill while in the military camp. The imperial physician examined him and said that this manic illness seemed to be induced by someone else. As for the specific cause, we have sent people to investigate in detail."

Meng Tingyue looked at the imperial doctors in the hall, all of whom had frowns on their faces. They had surrounded the prince for a long time but still had not been able to diagnose the cause of his illness. She couldn't help but feel anxious.

She looked at the Queen and said earnestly, "Mother, why don't you let your daughter-in-law go and see the Crown Prince? She knows a thing or two about medicine."

Upon hearing this, the Queen frowned slightly, her gaze lingering on Meng Tingyue's face for a moment, and finally nodded slowly, "Go."

Several imperial physicians sat together, discussing in low voices, their brows filled with worry about the prince's condition.

They tried to find out the real culprit of the prince's illness from the complicated clues and discuss the final treatment prescription.

Meng Tingyue quietly stepped into this solemn atmosphere, and her appearance attracted the brief attention of the imperial doctors.

Meng Tingyue approached several imperial physicians. The physicians took a quick look at her and recognized her identity. They thought that she was just concerned about the prince's safety and was eager to witness his condition with her own eyes, so they took the initiative to make room for her.

Meng Tingyue slowly walked to the side of Shen Yunheng's couch, sat down quietly, and placed her hand on Shen Yunheng's wrist.

As soon as her fingertips touched the warm skin, she felt the abnormality of his pulse - disordered and chaotic, like the sea in a storm, with turbulent waves and it was frightening.

When she took his pulse yesterday, the prince's pulse was as stable as before. Unexpectedly, in just half a day, it became so chaotic.

The imperial physician at the side caught a glimpse of Meng Tingyue concentrating on taking the prince's pulse, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that he didn't think Meng Tingyue had medical skills.

Meng Tingyue lightly ignored the imperial physician's inquiring gaze, leaned slightly closer to Shen Yunheng, and began to carefully smell his scent.

She knew very well that in addition to being triggered by external stimuli, manic episodes could also be caused by certain specific scents or objects.

This is what her master once told her.

She tried to find a different smell from the rich dragon scale scent on Shen Yunheng's body.

Fortunately, in her unremitting exploration, she finally captured the subtle scent that was different from the fragrance of dragon scales.

Wine aroma?

She stood up suddenly, her brows knitted together, "Did the prince drink alcohol?"

The imperial physician beside him looked over when he heard this.

Ling Xiao, who was waiting nearby, nodded. "The Crown Prince did indeed drink a few glasses of wine. Does the Crown Princess suspect that the alcohol was the cause of his illness?"