Ch 131: Trigger For The Episode

Meng Tingyue skillfully took the old person’s pulse to diagnose them, discovering that they had simply suffered a stroke after which she looked towards Qinglan, “Quickly go to the carriage and get the silver needles I prepared.”

Upon hearing this, Qinglan moved, lightly leaping onto the carriage, skillfully opening a hidden compartment under the seat, and taking out a small cloth bag embroidered with an elegant pattern.

She agilely jumped off the carriage, offering the small cloth bag with both hands to Meng Tingyue.

Meng Tingyue quickly picked up a slender silver needle from the small cloth bag, her gaze focused and decisive, her fingertips moving quickly across the old person’s body, accurately finding the acupoints, and steadily inserting the silver needles.

In a short moment, after the silver needles took effect, she lightly removed the needles, once again placing her fingers on the old person’s wrist, carefully taking their pulse.

After confirming that the old person’s condition had improved, Meng Tingyue slowly exhaled, carefully putting away the silver needles.

She then turned to the family member standing nearby and said warmly, “I have temporarily suppressed the old person’s illness, but they must be quickly sent to the pharmacy to seek a physician for further treatment.”

“Qinglan, have someone take the old person to the pharmacy.”

After saying this, she hurried towards the carriage waiting not far away, leaving behind a string of urgent footsteps.

The old person’s relatives repeatedly thanked them.

Seeing this, Qinglan immediately directed several guards; they moved swiftly and carefully lifted the old person onto a stretcher and escorted them towards the nearest pharmacy.

With the old person’s departure, the crowd that had gathered gradually dispersed, the street returned to quiet, leaving only the sounds of children playing in the distance.

The carriage set off again, steadily heading towards the Imperial Palace; this time, the road was unobstructed.

The palace gate was majestic and heavily guarded; several guards’ gazes were sharp, keenly scrutinizing every approaching figure.

When a carriage, decorated in understated luxury, slowly approached, they immediately stepped forward, their steady voices echoing in the empty space before the gate: “Halt, who dares to enter the palace?”

Meng Tingyue, sitting inside the carriage, was anxious but maintained the composure of a Crown Princess.

She gently lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, her eyes flashing with anxiety; her voice, though urgent, remained gentle: “This Palace has urgent business to see the Emperor, please allow me passage.”

The guards looked up; upon seeing the woman who lifted the curtain, with her elegant appearance, they all stiffened.

One of them then respectfully bowed his head, his voice filled with awe: “It is the Crown Princess, our apologies. The Empress has already given an order, a palanquin has been specially prepared here awaiting the Crown Princess’s arrival. Please, Crown Princess, move to the palanquin.”

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue gently lifted her skirt, her movements elegant yet urgent; she stepped out of the carriage and, following the guards’ instructions, stepped into the profound palace gate.

In her line of sight, an exquisite palanquin was quietly waiting not far away.

Meng Tingyue slightly bowed and gracefully entered the palanquin.

Immediately, several well-trained eunuchs lightly lifted the palanquin, their steps steady as they proceeded towards the depths of the Imperial Palace.

Upon reaching the Eastern Palace, Meng Tingyue stepped out of the palanquin and, led by a palace maid, entered the Eastern Palace.

Stepping inside the hall, she immediately saw the Empress, standing by the bed, her face filled with worry and anxiety.

The nurse beside the Empress, with her sharp eyes, instantly caught sight of Meng Tingyue and quietly approached the Empress’s ear, whispering a few almost inaudible words.

The Empress’s gaze then gently turned towards the door; seeing Meng Tingyue, she softly said, “Tingyue, you’ve come.”

Meng Tingyue, hearing this, turned slightly and slowly knelt, “Daughter-in-law greets Mother Empress.”

Her gaze then shifted to the bed surrounded by many Imperial Physicians, her brows involuntarily clouding with deep worry.

Meng Tingyue’s heart was filled with doubts; she thought to herself, “His Highness the Crown Prince is usually healthy, only occasionally troubled by his mania.”

“But I supervise him daily to take his herbal medicine on time, he should be fine. Why has he suddenly suffered this illness today?”

The Empress gently shook her head; the tassels in her hair lightly brushed against each other, producing a pleasant sound; her tone was gentle, but her inner confusion was evident.

“The details are still unclear; we only know that his illness suddenly began in the military camp. The Imperial Physicians say that this mania seems to have been induced by someone, and the specific reason is being investigated.”

Meng Tingyue looked at the Imperial Physicians in the hall; each one had a furrowed brow, surrounding the Crown Prince for a long time but still unable to diagnose the cause, and a sense of anxiety ignited within her.

She looked at the Empress and said earnestly, “Mother Empress, may your daughter-in-law also take a look at the Crown Prince? Your daughter-in-law also knows a little about medicine.”

The Empress, upon hearing this, slightly furrowed her brows; her gaze lingered on Meng Tingyue’s face for a moment before slowly nodding, “Go.”

Several Imperial Physicians sat together, whispering, their brows filled with worry about the Crown Prince’s condition.

They tried to find the real culprit that triggered the Crown Prince’s illness from the complex clues and discuss the final prescription.

Meng Tingyue quietly stepped into this serious atmosphere; her appearance caused the Imperial Physicians to briefly look at her.

Meng Tingyue approached the Imperial Physicians; they glanced at her, recognized her identity, and thought she was merely concerned about the Crown Prince’s safety and longed to witness his condition firsthand, so they readily gave her a place to stand closer.

Meng Tingyue slowly walked to Shen Yunheng’s bedside, softly sat down, 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—chaotic and disordered, like a stormy sea, surging and alarming.

When she took his pulse yesterday, the Crown Prince’s pulse was still steady; how could it have become so chaotic in just half a day?

An Imperial Physician glanced at Meng Tingyue, who was intently taking the Crown Prince’s pulse, a hint of displeasure flashing in their eyes; clearly, they did not think Meng Tingyue knew medicine.

Meng Tingyue gently ignored the Imperial Physician’s probing gaze, gracefully leaning closer to Shen Yunheng and began to carefully smell his scent.

She knew that the onset of mania could be triggered by external stimuli, but another possibility was that it could be triggered by certain specific scents or objects.

This was something her master had once told her.

She tried to find a different scent from the strong Dragon Scale Incense on Shen Yunheng.

Fortunately, in her persistent search, she finally caught a subtle scent different from the Dragon Scale Incense.

The scent of alcohol?

She suddenly stood up, her brows furrowed, “Did the Crown Prince drink alcohol?”

The Imperial Physicians looked over upon hearing this.

Ling Xiao, who was standing nearby, nodded, “The Crown Prince did drink a few glasses. Crown Princess, do you suspect that the Crown Prince’s drinking caused his illness?”