The Queen has arrived: An Lingrong does not want to fight in the palace after her rebirth

"Is the Emperor still not resting?"

The Queen was busy all night and finally placed Noble Lady Fucha in a side hall of Jingren Palace.

"Your Majesty, I heard that the Emperor hasn't slept well for several nights, and even hasn't eaten properly." Jianqiu told the Queen the news she had heard from Su Peisheng truthfully.

After hearing this, the Queen clasped her hands together and said devoutly, "The Emperor is worried about this epidemic, and I am also extremely worried. I wish I could pray to all the gods and Buddhas in the world to save the people of the world from disasters and troubles."

Jianqiu clasped her hands together as if praying, then put them down again and said with a worried look on her face, "How did An Changzai get sick?"

The compassion on the Queen's face was real. "Poor girl, this is really not a good time. There are too many sick servants in the palace, and the Imperial Hospital is short of staff. I have to take care of everyone. It is not easy to arrange someone to watch over her for the time being. I can only prescribe medicine to keep her at home for a few days, and wait for Imperial Doctor Zhang to develop a new prescription to completely cure her. In addition, starting tomorrow, I will go to Baohua Palace to pray for blessings. You must keep an eye on everything in the harem for me, and do not allow any mistakes."

There are beasts in human hearts, but few can truly recognize them.

An Lingrong had a very painful night. She had a headache, bone pain, and throat pain. The bones and joints all over her body felt like they were being hammered with a sledgehammer. The pain made her whimper involuntarily. The temperature of her body was sometimes so cold that she shivered, and sometimes it was like she was soaking in boiling magma, burning her so much that she felt dizzy and as if her soul had left her body.

Despite this, every time Honeysuckle called her every hour, she still woke up with her strong willpower, and then struggled to let Honeysuckle write down her symptoms and medication in detail in scribbles.

After a night of repeated fever and trying three prescriptions, An Lingrong's high fever finally subsided. Just when she was rejoicing, she began to vomit and have diarrhea again. All the energy in her body was drained in an instant. She lay on the bed with a pale face, her breath was so weak that it seemed like she would stop breathing at any time.

Looking at her lifeless appearance, Rendong cried silently at the bedside. Before dawn, she asked Xiao Jiangzi to go to the Imperial Hospital to ask for Doctor Zhou. However, Doctor Zhou was sent to the front court by Lord Zhang, the director of the Imperial Hospital, to treat the epidemic for sick ministers. Xiao Jiangzi wanted to ask other doctors for help, but everyone was busy, looking anxious as if they were rushing out to do their business. In the end, he only brought back a Chinese medicine for treating dysentery, and asked him to boil it for the young lady to drink first, and then come back to treat them after they recovered.

"Rendong, didn't we expect this situation? Be it the Queen or Concubine Hua, they won't lend me a helping hand. The arrangement of the Imperial Hospital is reasonable. I can only break this situation by myself." An Lingrong weakly tried to persuade Rendong slowly.

"Don't worry, my lady. I have asked Xiao Jiangzi to report to the Yangxin Palace. I believe the emperor will definitely send someone."

"Silly girl, no one can see the emperor at this time. Please boil the fourth medicine I prescribed for me." An Ling tolerated the nausea and slowly instructed her.

Rendong quickly handed the fourth bag of herbs to Baoque and asked her to boil them quickly so that An Lingrong could relieve her pain.

After lunch, in Suiyuxuan, Xiao Yunzi hurriedly ran into Zhen Huan's bedroom. He almost fell to the ground because he walked so fast:

"My lady, it's bad. My lady Meizhuang has also been infected with the plague."

When Zhen Huan heard this, she ran anxiously to Xianfu Palace. After Jingpin told her the whole story, Zhen Huan rushed into Shen Meizhuang's bedroom despite everyone's obstruction. Looking at Meizhuang who was unconscious with a layer of paleness on her face, she felt heartbroken. In desperation, she broke free from everyone and went alone to the outside of the Yangxin Palace to ask for an audience with the emperor.

"My lady, you should go back. The palace maid from Concubine An has just arrived, but the emperor is busy discussing state affairs with the other adults and has no time to see him. Lady Shen is already a confined person, and the emperor will not break this precedent for her. You don't need to make the emperor angry because of Lady Shen." Su Peisheng persuaded Zhen Huan earnestly.

When Zhen Huan heard that An Lingrong's palace maid was also rejected, she immediately realized that the plague outside the palace might be out of control, otherwise the emperor would not have summoned all the court officials overnight to discuss how to control the epidemic, and thus neglected An Lingrong's request for help.

Zhen Huan thanked Su Peisheng and turned to leave. The only thing left for her now was to ask the Queen for leniency and to find an imperial physician to treat her sister Mei.

When she rushed to Jingren Palace, she found nothing. The Queen had taken Concubine Hua to Baohua Palace to pray for blessings. Only Jianqiu was in Jingren Palace helping with palace affairs according to old rules. Jianqiu would never dare to do anything that would go against the imperial edict.

Zhen Huan walked down the street in extreme despair. Was she just going to let her sister Mei die of the plague?

"Your humble servant Wen Shichu, here to pay his respects to Concubine Wan." Wen Shichu looked at the distraught Zhen Huan and immediately stepped forward to greet her.

Lord Wen! Zhen Huan's eyes lit up instantly as if she had grasped a life-saving straw. She motioned for Wen Shichu to stand up and speak.

Zhen Huan said softly in response to the plea: "Lord Wen, I have a favor to ask of you. If you do it well, you may not be rewarded, but if you do it badly, you will definitely be punished. But I really can't find anyone else, and if I don't do this, I will be in trouble for the rest of my life."

Seeing her embarrassment, Wen Shichu took the initiative to ask, "If I do this, will you be able to rest assured?"

Zhen Huan nodded solemnly, a light seemed to flash in her eyes, and she intuitively admitted: "Yes, please help me, Master Wen."

Wen Shichu couldn't bear to hear Zhen Huan begging him, so he hurriedly said, "As long as you feel at ease, I can do anything. When you enter the palace, I will remember what I say for the rest of my life and will do it. Just give me your orders, my lady."

When Zhen Huan heard that he was willing to help, she automatically ignored the earnestness in his words and said hurriedly, "I would like you to secretly treat Shen, who has been imprisoned by the emperor. She has contracted an epidemic and is on the verge of life and death. I beg Lord Wen to save her life."

When Wen Shichu heard the seriousness of the situation, he didn't bother to talk to Zhen Huan anymore and hurried off to prepare.

"Lord Wen, the epidemic is very dangerous, please take care of yourself." Zhen Huan looked at his anxious back and gently reminded him.

These words made Wen Shichu's eyes light up, and he went to Xianfu Palace for medical consultation with satisfaction.

For two whole days, An Lingrong was tortured by constant diarrhea and vomiting and became extremely thin. After trying medicine again and again, her symptoms finally showed signs of relief.

"My lady, are you almost well?" Rendong had lived in fear for a few days, and now she was very excited to see An Lingrong finally able to drink some water.

"Silly girl, it's that easy. I think there will be another wave of symptoms. Bring me the records of the past two days."