Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 214 - Theyre Probably Going to Silence Her
Chapter 214: Chapter 214: They’re Probably Going to Silence Her
Chapter 214 -214: They’re Probably Going to Silence Her
“Don’t be nervous, Xiao Jiu, you’ve said that I can’t recognize people clearly anymore, my old eyes have become blurry. I indeed no longer have the ability to treat others, and even if Consort Jing wants me to treat The Third Prince, I would be powerless, wouldn’t I?”
Divine Doctor Zhai turned the tables and praised Murong Jiu for doing the right thing, not wanting to get involved in disputes, so he simply had to hide his skills.
“I had no choice but to describe you like that because you’re perfectly fine.”
“I know, I know, you did well. With Consort Jing using her own health as a scheme, I’m afraid the problem with The Third Prince is not minor. Didn’t you treat The Third Prince before? What was his condition like at that time?”
Murong Jiu also felt that Consort Jing’s actions suggested a serious problem.
If it were just a superficial issue, Consort Jing could have simply spoken to her, and asked her master to come out of retirement.
However, Consort Jing never mentioned The Third Prince and used her own health as bait, leaving no room for any objection, indicating that The Third Prince’s problem was very serious.
It was unlikely Consort Jing was going this far for someone else’s sake, as The Third Prince was her only son.
This son might potentially be the future Crown Prince, which would be worth Consort Jing risking her own wellbeing.
Moreover, Consort Jing really was ruthless, capable of acting quietly and decisively. Back when the Empress Dowager was still in the palace, Consort Jing didn’t hesitate to poison herself, lying on death’s doorstep, to frame the Empress Dowager—a laughable attempt, since the Emperor still favored the Empress Dowager more, and that poisoning didn’t gain Consort Jing any advantage.
“The Third Prince’s leg couldn’t be fully healed; if you had been invited at the time, perhaps he could have walked normally. But when I remember how Prince’s leg was ruined and the Emperor was indifferent, even encouraging it, I didn’t want to fully commit to healing the leg of the Emperor’s most beloved son. I was too selfish.”
Although she said this, Murong Jiu didn’t feel much self-reproach.
If she were to seriously treat The Third Prince’s leg, it would require a great deal of her energy. She was pregnant and her body wouldn’t allow it, and her master had long ago retired, so she never considered asking him to come out of retirement and become the target of those coveting his medicinal skills and being drawn into conflicts again.
Divine Doctor Zhai chuckled lightly, “The Emperor favors him so, and now with the Second Prince as a thorn in his side, Prince Ling’s Mansion is spared from his targeting. But the day the Second Prince is gone, your Prince Ling’s Mansion will be the new thorn in his side, and sooner or later, he will turn his sharp knives on you. So, your decision to hold back was the right one. Are you saying that The Third Prince only has a problem with his leg and there are no issues with the rest of his body?”
“I’m not sure about that. He had lost a lot of blood at the time, his pulse was weak, and his overall health wasn’t great. Now that I think about it, he seemed to have a bit of a deficiency in kidney energy too. Could it be that, he suffered an injury… there?”
It had to be said, Murong Jiu had guessed it correctly.
The master and pupil exchanged a glance, and outside, Chang Chonghai spoke softly, “Princess Consort, we’re almost at the palace gate.”
They could no longer continue their conversation.
But after this reasoning by master and pupil, both had a clearer understanding.
Upon alighting from the carriage, the Emperor had already arranged for a palanquin to swiftly carry them to the Palace of Consort Jing.
This also showed how much the Emperor valued Consort Jing; otherwise, how could a common Court Physician like Divine Doctor Zhai be carried within the palace?
Upon arrival, Hong Yi helped Murong Jiu down first. Murong Jiu turned her head and saw her master seeming to be fumbling for something, smiled inwardly, and quickly went with Hong Yi to help her master.
However, upon seeing her master’s eyes, Murong Jiu’s nose tingled with sorrow.
Her master wasn’t pretending. He had taken something, and his eyes had indeed become yellowed and cloudy.
“Master…”
“Have we arrived at Consort Jing’s palace? I never thought this old bag of bones would enter the Imperial Palace.”
Murong Jiu supported him, nodding and saying, “Be careful with your steps, there are stairs ahead.”
The Emperor came out upon hearing this and, seeing Divine Doctor Zhai’s aged and unclear vision, first frowned and then ordered someone to come forward to support him.
“So, this is Divine Doctor Zhai, I have long heard of you, and truly, the reputation does not exceed meeting you in person.”
Divine Doctor Zhai hurried to perform a bow to the Emperor, but he got the direction all wrong.
Murong Jiu, embarrassed, said, “Father, as you can see, my master is old. His eyes were damaged from testing medicines in his earlier years, and now they have become increasingly clouded, only capable of seeing faint shadows. Practicing medicine requires observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking. Now my master can’t even grasp the pulse accurately, so he has long stopped treating others for fear of misdiagnosing their condition.”
The Emperor nodded in understanding, but Consort Jing said, “Your Majesty, since Divine Doctor Zhai is already here in the palace, could you perhaps allow him to feel my pulse?
The Emperor thought that taking a pulse wouldn’t be a problem and, with Murong Jiu present, the accuracy didn’t matter, so he nodded and allowed Divine Doctor Zhai to step forward to check Consort Jing’s pulse.
Murong Jiu helped Divine Doctor Zhai over, took out a handkerchief to place on Consort Jing’s wrist, and then guided his hand to rest upon Consort Jing’s pulse.
The hands of Divine Doctor Zhai were covered with age spots, dry and thin, and also very rough—marks left from endless days of handling herbs. Furthermore, his hands were slightly trembling, not from nervousness, but in a way that comes with old age.
Consort Jing’s brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes closely watching Divine Doctor Zhai with subtlety as she observed him.
Seeing this, Murong Jiu grew more certain that The Third Prince’s hidden ailment had reached a point that left Consort Jing anxious.
Now that her master’s performance was not to her liking, no matter how well Consort Jing managed her facade, the disappointment in the depths of her eyes could not be subdued.
“Master, what about it? Can you discern Consort Jing’s pulse?”
Divine Doctor Zhai shook his head, “I’m old now, not of much use anymore.”
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Consort Jing withdrew her hand, “In that case, there’s no need to force it.”
Divine Doctor Zhai said with shame, “I have embarrassed Your Majesty and Consort Jing.”
The Emperor said, “It’s no trouble, you have trained Murong Jiu to be such an excellent disciple; I should actually reward you. Xiao Jiu, you continue to check on Consort Jing. I see she is still uncomfortable, hasn’t even taken a mouthful of porridge.”
Murong Jiu carefully took the pulse and concluded that Consort Jing was still having stomach problems. She must be careful with her diet and be wary of food incompatibilities and such.
Then he wrote out a prescription.
Just as he was about to leave, Consort Jing clutched her forehead and collapsed into the arms of a palace maid, weakly saying:
“Your Majesty, your consort is also feeling a bit of headache, as if struggling to breathe, chest tightness is extreme, could you allow Princess Consort Ling to stay the night, to give me acupuncture treatment?”
Murong Jiu clenched his fist inside his sleeve, bowing his head, a hint of cold light flickering in his eyes.
Was Consort Jing now placing her hopes on him, seeing that his master’s medical skills had failed?
If he were to treat The Third Prince, and discovered an ailment, would he have any way to survive?
Not to mention Consort Jing and The Third Prince would want to silence him, but even the Emperor, for the sake of his most beloved son, would eliminate him, a son’s wife of no importance.
He said gravely, “Consort Jing, you feel dizzy and tight in the chest because you haven’t rested well. Now you are not suited for acupuncture but rather for closing your eyes and resting, not overthinking worries, then you won’t have a headache anymore.”
Consort Jing’s eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze sinking heavily onto Murong Jiu’s face.
