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Cai Zhuo had only just entered when he felt a bone-chilling cold, despite wearing thick clothing. He glanced at the scene within the half-transparent canopy of the emperor's bed. What was happening to His Majesty? Why were there so many ice blocks piled beside the bed?
Even though he instinctively felt that the emperor might freeze, Cai Zhuo did not act impulsively to stop it; there must be a reason for this. Mingze, who was standing guard nearby, seemed calm enough.
Mingze explained with a worried expression that Miss Sang had said the mycelium had entered the body, which was troublesome. They were using cold to force the mycelium into a dormant state to prevent things from getting worse. As for treatment, Miss Sang was doing her best.
"Doing her best?" Cai Zhuo repeated those words with a trembling voice. Perhaps it was due to his age, or the sleepless nights he had endured, or perhaps it was his excessive worry; upon hearing this news, he felt dizzy and nearly collapsed.
Qi Xiaomian quickly caught him. "Cai, you are the person His Majesty trusts the most; you cannot fall now."
When Miss Sang left last time, she had confirmed that there were no remnants of mycelium. Yet, just a day or two later, it had reappeared. They needed to investigate quickly!
There was also the matter of spies and the Voodoo Doll from Diligent Hall; each of these required your leadership in investigation. After all, we are not part of the palace and cannot speak freely in some matters.
The Marquis was right; I cannot fall. Even if something happens to His Majesty, I must first uncover who harmed him before I follow him!
Cai Zhuo tightly grasped Qi Xiaomian's hand and gradually calmed down. "We will take turns guarding His Majesty. Besides us, those who can approach him are the imperial physicians and a few close attendants. Let's start by investigating those physicians."
"Marquis, accompany me on this trip; this time, we must see blood!"
When they returned four hours later, they pushed open the door and were hit by a wave of heat. They carried with them anger and bloodshed, and judging by their expressions, it seemed the outcome was not favorable.
At that moment, Sang Qingxiao had just assisted Old Vine in extracting the last strand of mycelium. The group hurried into the canopy and saw a copper basin nearby filled with a small amount of mycelium, each strand tinged with a bit of flesh and blood. This indicated how much pain those afflicted had endured.
As Sang Qingxiao cleaned her hands, she said, "For now, he won't die, but after this incident, his lifespan will definitely be affected. How much it will impact depends on future care; that's not my area of expertise."
Cai Zhuo looked sorrowfully at the small basin of mycelium. "Thank you, Miss Sang. As long as he can survive... there is nothing lacking in the palace; we can always nurse him back to health."
Sang Qingxiao understood that Cai Zhuo's words were more for his own comfort than anything else and chose not to argue. After all, others would take over from here; she wouldn’t interfere further.
She reminded him, "I can save him once or twice, but I can't guarantee a third time."
The initial form of mycelium is smaller than a sesame seed and has an extremely faint odor that requires being close to detect. If one becomes accustomed to it, their nose may play tricks on them.
"I have searched this room thoroughly; it's already at my limit. If anyone else intends to cause harm, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to detect them in advance. Therefore, you must quickly identify any suspects."
Cai Zhuo hurriedly assured her, "Miss Sang, you have already informed me about this matter in advance. I have made some arrangements; there will certainly be no further oversights."
To prevent any remaining spores in other halls outside the sleeping quarters, I have ordered an increase in temperature in those rooms. As long as the toxic fungi begin to grow, they will have nowhere to hide.
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