Song Shuwan smiled: "If the emperor thinks so, it doesn't matter to me. But now, please extend your hand and let me diagnose your pulse."
The emperor snorted coldly and walked past Song Shuwan: "Pei Huan plotted against me and trapped me in Yonghe Palace. As his pillow, how can you pretend to be kind here?"
"If the emperor still remembers it, he should know that his daughter has reconciled with him, so how can he be said to be his pillow partner?"
A sinister look flashed in the emperor's eyes: "What do you mean by this, do you mean to completely separate from Pei Huan?"
"There is no relationship at all, so why talk about separation?"
Song Shuwan answered evasively, and then took the initiative to reach out to feel the emperor's pulse. After a moment, her eyes fell slightly: "Where has the emperor been feeling unwell lately?"
The emperor looked sarcastic: "As a doctor, you still need to ask me what's wrong with me?"
"No one said that a doctor can't ask about a patient's discomfort, right?"
Song Shuwan decisively ended the topic and turned to the treatment of the emperor: "My daughter is going to give the emperor acupuncture first, and then supplement it with prescriptions. If everything goes well, it will be effective within five days."
The emperor looked gloomy: "If you help me so much, aren't you afraid that Pei Huan will fall out with you?"
Song Shuwan smiled and applied the needle neatly: "This is a matter between my daughter and him. I won't talk to the emperor for now."
The emperor snorted coldly and did not ask any more questions.
Not long after, Song Shuwan left the palace.
Halfway through, Shan Hai appeared: "Miss, the things you want to send to the border have been packed. Here is the list. Do you want to take a look?"
Song Shuwan took the order from Shan Hai, and after making sure there was nothing missing, she asked Shan Hai to send someone directly to deliver it.
"It must be fast. It is best to deliver it after the crown prince arrives at the border."
Shan Hai nodded: "I will make arrangements now."
After he left, An San couldn't help but said: "Miss, why are you sending things to the border?"
Song Shuwan looked ahead and said lightly: "I'm afraid something will go wrong with the court."
At this point, she looked back and said, "Do you still remember that there has been no food and grass delivered to Ningyuan City?"
That time, Pei Huan relied on merchants from the entire city to get through the difficulties. Song Shuwan didn't want to happen again, because the situation between Dazhou and Beidi was even more dangerous than when it faced off against the Tatars.
An San's eyes flickered, and after a long while he sighed: "Miss, you should believe in the Crown Prince. With the Crown Prince's ability, the same problem will not happen again."
Song Shuwan smiled. She wanted to believe it. Judging from the current situation, she didn't dare to bet on that eventuality.
That night, everything prepared by Shanhai was sent to the border.
At the same time, word came out from the palace that the late emperor was seriously ill and needed to summon all the miracle doctors in the world to treat him.
When the news reached Song Shuwan's ears, she frowned unconsciously. The main reason why the emperor was seriously ill was Prince Ning.
Under such circumstances, how dare he summon the world's miracle doctors?
Oh, she forgot that Prince Ning didn't know that she had entered the palace, so naturally he didn't know that she had already treated the emperor.
Thinking of this, Song Shuwan pinched her eyebrows and said, "Has there been news from Qinglian?"
An San replied: "Not yet, but judging from the situation outside, it will probably be soon."
Song Shuwan nodded, indicating that she knew about it.
The next day, as soon as she got up, An San appeared with Qinglian's words.
"Qinglian said that King Ning wanted to kill the emperor, but he did not dare to do it blatantly because the edict was suspected."
Song Shuwan narrowed her eyes: "So, he wants to use those so-called miracle doctors to kill the emperor?"
Prince Ning is quite ruthless, but in this way, isn't he afraid of direct resistance from the civil and military officials of the dynasty?
An San lowered his head and said: "Miss, the late emperor cannot die now. We will find a way to save him later."
Song Shuwan walked aside. She knew that she wanted to protect the late emperor, but the question was how could she protect him? Are you going to confront Prince Ning directly? I'm afraid she will be killed by Prince Ning before she can save anyone.
After thinking for a long time, Song Shuwan decided to go to the palace: "Please make arrangements. I want to go to the palace to see Qinglian."
An Sanyi was startled: "Go to the palace to see Qinglian? The most important thing now is the late emperor, right? Shouldn't we go to see him first?"
Song Shuwan shook her head: "The late emperor is indeed important, but the latter is more important than the situation in the capital. Don't ask any more questions, and hurry up and make arrangements."
"yes."
Half an hour later, Song Shuwan entered the palace and saw Qinglian in Yonghe Palace.
"You shouldn't have entered the palace at this time."
Qinglian's expression was very calm, but her words were full of disapproval.
Song Shuwan smiled and walked to her side: "Didn't you always say that you would minimize my influence on Pei Huan? Now that I venture into the palace, you have no idea?"
Qinglian's eyes flashed slightly, her various emotions turned around, and she regained her composure.
"The young lady was joking. It was before. I have no intention of dealing with the young lady at the moment."
"You don't mean it, or do you dare not?"
The surroundings fell into silence, and after a moment, Qinglian lowered her eyes: "No matter what kind of situation it is, I am not a threat to the lady now, am I?"
Song Shuwan didn't say anything, but lightly patted Qinglian's shoulder, and then walked around her: "The late emperor, can you keep him safe?"
"If the lady wants me to protect you, I still have some ability."
Song Shuwan nodded: "Then the safety of the late emperor will be left to you. The late emperor's body will be able to recover in half a month at most. By then, even if Prince Ning wants to kill him, it will take a lot of effort."
With these words behind her, Song Shuwan went to see the emperor.
"How are you feeling today, Your Majesty?"
The emperor was leaning on the dragon bed. He raised his eyes slightly when he heard the question: "You should know how I feel, right?"
Song Shuwan twitched the corners of her lips: "I just want to make sure. The emperor may not know that Prince Ning is summoning the world's miracle doctors to treat the emperor."
The emperor laughed angrily: "I'm not sick at all. I'm obviously..."
Halfway through, the emperor suddenly paused.
Song Shuwan looked at him, waited for a moment and saw that he had not said anything, and sighed secretly: "It seems that the emperor is ready to die."
The emperor closed his eyes and said with tiredness in his voice: "I also want to live, but judging from the current situation, there is no possibility for me to survive."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. As long as you cooperate, I can protect you."
As Song Shuwan spoke, she gave the emperor an injection very simply and neatly: "In the past few days, the emperor must take medicine carefully and don't think too much and damage his body."
Time passed five days later, and miracle doctors from nearby capital came to Beijing one after another.
Prince Ning entertained them in the name of the new emperor, and within one day, he allowed them to enter the Yonghe Palace.
When the news came out, the whole capital was in an uproar.
"It's ridiculous. The Yonghe Palace is the residence of emperors of all dynasties. How can you just let a few random people in?"
