In the snowy and windy weather, Hemingyuan was like the center of a storm.
"Quick! Call the doctor!"
"Hurry up! If you're late, I'll cut your heads off!"
The chubby old eunuch roared, and the quick little eunuch quickly ran out.
Mother Zhong, whose face was dark and gloomy, was no longer as calm as before, and she said angrily:
"Fang Jinbao! Why did His Highness's visit to the palace turn out like this! Tell me!"
Fang Jinbao's eyes were red and he shouted: "That's the wine handed over by the emperor!!"
After yelling, he started crying, shaking his shoulders and hanging his head, tears and snot flowing down his nose.
Neither His Highness nor he thought much about the wine handed over by the Emperor.
Who would have thought that the wine was mixed with Hehuan Powder.
The several doctors in the palace had pale faces, and they were sweating profusely in the wind and snow.
"Mother Zhong, Eunuch Fang, this medicine is too strong. Even if you give the medicine to the prince, it will not completely relieve the pain. You still need it... otherwise it will damage your life."
At this time, the sound of broken porcelain was heard in the house.
Yan Fuguang sat in a bathtub filled with ice water, holding a sharp fragment in his hand, which made him bleed.
The pain allowed him to fight against his increasingly confused will, and he also heard Fang Jinbao's sneaky voice opening the door.
"Get in." These few words suppressed great anger.
Fang Jinbao looked at Yan Fuguang, his eyes were red, and he couldn't bear the way the veins on his arms and forehead were bulging, and he finally bravely said: "The doctor said, just taking medicine is useless, Your Highness... I'm a slave, I'm a slave... …”
Before he finished speaking, Yan Fuguang's sharp gaze approached Fang Jinbao like a blade.
Fang Jinbao swallowed his saliva, knowing that although his highness was drugged, he was still capable of strangling him to death, so he silently shut up and went out.
"How about it? If Your Highness agrees, I will arrange for someone right away. I arranged a maid for His Highness a few days ago, and now she can also come in handy."
"Sister, you and I know His Highness's character best." At this point, he slumped his shoulders and sighed deeply, "What should I do?"
On one side is His Highness's life, on the other is His Highness's inexplicable bottom line.
No matter what it is, as servants, they don't dare to choose easily.
The two of them looked at each other with sad faces. In the end, it was Aunt Zhong who was more courageous.
"The Imperial Concubine asked us to take good care of His Highness before she died. Nothing is more important than His Highness's life now."
Fang Jinbao also thought of his former master, and his red eyes immediately became wet again.
He glanced anxiously at the bedroom and nodded.
"In that case, I will arrange for someone to come over. You can serve His Highness and drink the medicine first. If Your Highness pursues the matter later, I will take the responsibility."
Aunt Zhong turned around gracefully, with an aura that suggested she would risk her life to die.
Lu Qing had long heard the unusual noise outside the house, but no one came to call her, so she did not dare to act rashly.
The other two people living in the house were chatting quietly.
Taoyu asked: "What happened?"
Xue'er pricked up her ears to listen to the sounds outside, and after a while she guessed: "The prince seems to be ill. I heard Eunuch Fang asking someone to call the doctor."
Suddenly, the door was knocked twice.
Before Lu Qing could get out of bed and open the door, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Aunt Zhong is like a messenger from the underworld. When her eyes wander over people's faces, they can't help but send chills down their backs.
After a long while, she nodded at Lu Qing, who was standing at the back.
"You, come with me."
When she was woken up in the middle of the night, before Lu Qing had time to put on her cotton-padded jacket, she stood with Aunt Zhong at the door of Yan Fuguang's bedroom in thin clothes and uneasiness.
This station was almost at the fifth watch.
Lu Qing was so stiff from the cold that she was pushed into the bedroom by Aunt Zhong.
The door was closed behind her, and she heard clearly the conversation between Fang Jinbao and Aunt Zhong.
"We can't wait any longer. Drinking several large bowls of medicine will be of no use! Your Highness will hurt yourself if you wait any longer!"
"Sister, this is the truth, but are you sure that the prince will touch her? If not, just kill her and throw her out..."
Lu Qing's heart beat even more violently, and she immediately understood her situation.
The great fear was like the darkness in the room, tightly wrapping her around her, and the rapid, suppressed breathing in it was like a cold and bloody knife across her neck.
During the more than ten years of being sold into slavery, this was the most vivid experience she had about death.
It was more intuitive than the blood and corpses I had seen with my own eyes before, because this time the protagonist was her.
For a few breaths, Lu Qing tried hard to find hope for her own life.
Her life is obviously not as important as the prince's. If she takes the antidote, she might still be able to give it a try.
Lu Qing took a few deep breaths and took steps slowly.
The sound of breathing was too strong, so Lu Qing followed it.
Before he even got close, his neck was grabbed.
She saw a pair of eyes filled with murderous rage.
"roll."
The next moment, she was thrown to the ground.
Lu Qing quickly got up and knelt down.
Because of fear, her voice was trembling, but she still tried her best to state clearly: "Your Majesty, Eunuch Fang and Aunt Zhong asked the slaves to come in to detoxify you..."
She didn't come by herself.
Yan Fuguang was no longer patient and clasped her slender and fragile neck again.
Lu Qing couldn't help but tremble all over. She felt that the strength of those hands was getting stronger and stronger, and she could no longer breathe.
Knowing that she could not escape, Lu Qing closed her eyes and gave up struggling, trying to calmly accept death that would come much earlier than she expected.
But the tears couldn't stop flowing, flowing down his face, through his tense upturned jaw and neck, and wet Yan Fuguang's hands.
Suddenly, the hands loosened their strength.
"Ahem..." Lu Qing collapsed on the wet and cold ground and coughed violently.
Before the joy of surviving the catastrophe could register in her mind, the sound of clothes ripping was heard immediately.
In the dark night, Lu Qing's tears merged with the water overflowing from the bathtub on the floor.
Her consciousness drifted away.
she asked herself.
Will it get better in the future?
It doesn’t seem like it will happen anymore.
…
Two hours.
From the time she stepped into the bedroom to the time she came out, it took two hours.
Lu Qing was carried out. She was not dead, but the actual situation was not much better than actually dying.
This made her wonder if she had made the wrong decision.
Aunt Zhong did not let the maid send her back to the previous room, but arranged a separate room for her.
Seeing that Lu Qing's neck was red, swollen and purple, and that there was no good skin on her body, Grandma Zhong, who had always been ruthless and decisive, couldn't help but feel soft.
But how can the words spoken by people who are accustomed to sarcastic remarks sound good?
"I'm not harming you. I chose you among the five people. You have to understand that this is an opportunity. If you seize it, you can climb up. It is your blessing to serve His Highness. Cherish it."
Climb up?
Lu Qing chewed these words carefully in her heart, and finally turned her empty eyes to look at Aunt Zhong, and said in a hoarse and dry voice: "Thank you, Auntie."
Yes, she's going up.
From the moment she chose to be a maid, there was no turning back.
No matter how embarrassing the first step was, she had no right to be dissatisfied. She would continue to gain a foothold in the palace step by step.
