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Yun Lingchuan's heart tightened suddenly, as if an invisible hand had gripped it fiercely. The imposing figures of the lords from Dongling flashed through his mind.
Those stern faces seemed to be right in front of him, each gaze radiating undeniable authority and ruthlessness.
If they were to find out that the little princess was so closely approached by a shadow guard, taking advantage of her, that shadow guard would likely face dire consequences—perhaps a gruesome death, with their body torn to shreds, leaving no trace behind. Just imagining such a scene sent chills down his spine.
Yun Qingyu silently observed him, his gaze carrying an invisible pressure that felt almost tangible, weighing heavily on Yun Lingchuan.
It was only then that Yun Lingchuan snapped back to reality, his body trembling slightly as he hurriedly replied with respect, "Yes, I will go check on this shadow guard's situation right away."
With that, he turned and grasped the doorknob, pulling it open with a creak before stepping outside.
As soon as he exited, he found himself locking eyes with Xin Yao, whose cold gaze concealed a hidden hostility.
That look was like two sharp swords crossing in the air, sparks flying between them; both their expressions were thick with tension.
Yun Lingchuan did not hide the animosity in his own gaze directed at Xin Yao. It was as if flames burned in his eyes. In that moment, both harbored the same thought: If I discover your intentions for being near the prince are sinister, you will learn what it means to wish for death. I will make you regret ever coming into this world. The intensity in their eyes seemed capable of consuming one another.
Meanwhile, in the inner palace, the Sixth Princess lay unconscious on her bed. Her body twisted restlessly, like a fish thrown onto dry land. She flailed her arms wildly in the air as if trying to ward off something terrifying. Her movements were frantic, and she muttered incoherently, "Help! There’s a snake! Don’t come near! Go away! Don’t chase me!"
Her terrified cries echoed throughout the palace, sharp and piercing enough to send shivers down anyone's spine.
The Imperial Physicians were urgently summoned to the princess's chamber. Each one appeared tense and hurried, not daring to show any signs of negligence. They gathered around the bed and took the Sixth Princess's pulse multiple times, their fingers resting on her wrist with focused expressions. They employed various methods to diagnose her condition—some examined her eyes while others checked different parts of her body—but after much effort, they could not rouse her from her stupor. Beads of sweat began to form on their foreheads.
Consort Lu paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, her footsteps hurried and frantic. Her brows were tightly knitted, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and anger, as if they could shoot fire.
Unable to contain her fury, she shouted, "What on earth is going on? Aren't you skilled in medicine? If you can't even handle such minor symptoms, what use is it for the court to support you useless fools?"
Her voice was sharp and piercing, echoing through the palace like the cry of an owl, causing the Imperial Physicians to tremble in fear, their bodies shaking slightly.
The Imperial Physicians stammered in response, "Your Highness, the Six Princess has suffered a great shock, leading to a state of mental turmoil. I'm afraid it will require special methods to calm her down. For now, we can only try some herbal soup."
They lowered their heads, not daring to meet Consort Lu's furious gaze.
Impatiently, Consort Lu yelled, "What special methods? Hurry up and think of something!"
The Imperial Physician replied nervously, "I haven't thought of anything yet; we can only try some medicine for now."
Consort Lu barked, "Then go prepare the medicine at once!" Her voice carried an undeniable authority.
At that moment, the Emperor arrived after hearing the news. Upon seeing him, Consort Lu immediately rushed to his side, weeping uncontrollably, her tears flowing like pearls from a broken string. "Your Majesty, please help me and my daughter! Today at the Flowing Water Poetry Gathering, Yiling and Qingyu both attended. However, during the gathering, Qingyu got into constant conflicts with others. Yiling, being kind-hearted, tried to ease the tension by inviting Qingyu for a walk along a mountain path. Little did we know that it was a trap! Now Yiling is in shock and lies unconscious in bed. I am utterly anxious and don’t know what to do. I beg Your Majesty to help us!"
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