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Qi Xiaomian sighed helplessly, "Can you keep it down a bit?"
Sang Qingxiao replied cheerfully, "I'll try my best."
As they entered the palace, before reaching His Majesty's chambers, they heard the sound of a woman crying.
Sang Qingxiao couldn't help but exclaim, "Has it been like this for days? They really can cry!"
Life is like a play; when one has too much time on their hands, they delve into such matters.
To avoid any trouble with the concubines, Qi Xiaomian deliberately took a longer route to prevent Sang Qingxiao from running into them.
Yong Huai had arrived first and had already seen the doll. "Miss Sang, it looks like an ordinary item to me."
Sang Qingxiao only glanced from a distance and agreed with his assessment.
Cai Zhuo let out a sigh of relief and said to the two Demon Catchers, "Since we've entered the palace, could I trouble you both to take a look for His Majesty? The imperial physician's abilities are limited, and there hasn't been any result yet. It might not even be an ordinary illness."
This was indeed part of their purpose for entering the palace, so Sang Qingxiao should take charge.
Cai Zhuo led them on another long detour. Along the way, Sang Qingxiao whispered to Qi Xiaomian, "That doll is indeed meant for scheming. If I wanted to do something like that, I definitely wouldn't use such obvious materials."
It was clearly extraordinary; I suspect that material must have a source. We should check with the weavers; it would be easy to trace back and uncover a whole chain of connections.
Tsk tsk, these women in the harem aren't very capable; their methods are too clumsy and lack finesse.
Qi Xiaomian whispered in her ear, "They may not be very capable, but you're the one who stirs up trouble."
"I'll take that as a compliment," she thought to herself, feeling pleased while keeping a straight face. They had already entered the inner chamber through a side door. The atmosphere inside was quite gloomy; it seemed that no fresh air had circulated for quite some time, and the smell was rather unpleasant. Sang Qingxiao held her breath slightly and looked toward the figure lying on the bed.
At first glance, he looked okay; he just seemed to have been sleeping too long, causing some puffiness in his face.
"Should we wake His Majesty?" Cai Zhuo asked.
Yong Huai wanted to ask directly but was preempted by Sang Qingxiao. She already knew about Xuande Emperor's madness and didn't want to be chased around by a madman without being able to fight back.
Yong Huai took the initiative according to his family's method and carefully examined him but found no results.
As soon as Sang Qingxiao got closer, her hand hadn't even touched Xuande Emperor's bed before Old Vine stopped her. He asked, "Do you smell something sour mixed with a hint of rot?"
Sang Qingxiao strained to catch a whiff and finally detected a faint scent. "Is there something wrong with this smell?"
"It's very familiar; you'll need to see it with your own eyes to confirm," Old Vine warned. "Xiaoxiao, pull back the covers but don't touch anything!"
As Sang Qingxiao took out the item, the Dragon Guard instinctively regarded her as an assassin, rushing to confront her with attacks. Qi Xiaomian was quick on his feet, blocking all of them.
When he saw Sang Qingxiao thrusting downwards with her mouth open, he was taken aback, but still made the move to protect her, positioning himself firmly behind her.
Sang Qingxiao sensed the commotion behind her and couldn't help but smile slightly. She gently pulled aside the bedding, revealing that the base of the snow cotton mattress was densely covered with strands of black silk, each about the thickness of a hair.
Upon closer inspection, those black strands seemed to be moving.
Cai Zhuo immediately ordered the Dragon Guard to halt. What on earth were these?
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