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Chapter 125 The Five Forces That Helped the Imperial Concubine to Become the Emperor (5)

Harem, imperial concubine?

Is she Song Yuesheng, the daughter of General Song Zhuoqun?

How did Xiao Guixi know that he had seen...

Ye Heyou saw the blood on his clothes. He hid his emotions and explained with his fists clasped together: "I happened to meet the injured Concubine who was about to faint on the road, and I helped her up. I already have someone I love, and I have nothing to do with the Concubine. I hope Your Majesty will understand."

I had heard Wen Manman say before that there was a woman who looked very much like her and was against her in every way. Apart from Song Yuesheng whom I had just seen, Ye Heyou couldn't think of anyone else.

Xiao Guixi stayed in the imperial city for many years and it was impossible for him not to know about it.

Only half a year after Wen Manman passed away, Song Yuesheng was made his imperial concubine.

Ah.

If he had known this earlier, he should have sent a letter of engagement directly to the Wen family and brought Wen Manman back to the Marquis' Mansion in a sedan chair carried by eight people.

Xiao Guixi didn't believe Ye Heyou's explanation.

He is Song Zhuoqun's deputy general, and he is close to Song Yuesheng. Given Song Yuesheng's bad temper of flirting with pretty girls, it is impossible for Ye Heyou to act so calm.

Xiao Guixi knocked on the table.

She is still not behaving herself after entering the harem. Does she still think that she had Concubine Shu to support her?

If she hadn't been causing trouble for Man'er everywhere, Man'er wouldn't have been so depressed and wouldn't have gone to places like Qingguifang to have fun.

One thing after another, Song Yuesheng would not be enough if he died ten times.

But compared to death, slowly wasting time until old age would be a better way to relieve the hatred in his heart.

He rubbed the ring on his thumb and glanced at Ye Heyou: "I have handed over Song Zhuoqun's case to the Ministry of Justice for investigation. Young Marquis, any evidence you have can be sent directly to the Ministry of Justice."

"The minister obeys the order."

After bowing, Ye Heyou left the imperial study.

But he felt that Xiao Guixi's ruthlessness was a great harm to Wen Manman.

In the current royal family, the only one who has always been at odds with Xiao Guixi and believes that he did not obtain the throne in a legitimate way is the Sixth Prince Xiao Dingyuan.

Half a year has been long enough, and it’s time for Xiao Guixi to step down from that position.

At the same time, in Jiangxue Palace.

Song Yuesheng steadied Qiao Yue's hand again and joked with a smile: "Old people who thread needles have steadier hands than you."

"My lady, others sew clothes, but I sew wounds. It's completely different."

Qiao Yue was almost crying with anxiety, holding the suture thread, but was hesitant to start.

Why are there no female doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau?

He told the imperial physician through the screen that the treatment could not be accurate. What if the empress died due to the wrong stitches?

Song Yuesheng advised softly: "Put it down, my wound is relatively small, apply ordinary hemostatic medicine to the wound and then wrap it with a bandage."

Qiao Yue and Doctor Zhang's descriptions were too exaggerated, and the methods for treating large wounds were useless to her.

Seeing her hesitation, Song Yuesheng looked at her half-exposed skin and laughed twice: "If you don't hurry up, I will go from bleeding to freezing to death."

The little maid understood the hidden meaning of Song Yuesheng's words, and bandaged her wound half hesitantly and half worriedly.

When the lady was away, the imperial concubine took her body too lightly, not realizing the serious consequences that might occur if the wound was not healed.

Let’s ask Doctor Zhang later.

Qiao Yue secretly wiped away her tears while tying the bandage behind her back.

Your Majesty has never suffered any hardship since she was a child. Not only has His Majesty not seen her for three months since she entered the palace, but she has also suffered such a serious injury today.

She bandaged the bandage very gently, as if she were treating a fragile porcelain doll.

Medical technology is not very advanced nowadays, and ordinary people have limited medical knowledge. They believe that heavy bleeding, especially from the heart, will lead to death if it is not treated properly.

Song Yuesheng knew this very well, so he ignored Qiao Yue's excuse to chase after Doctor Zhang who had left.

Qiao Yue has served the original owner since she was a child, and there is no one in the entire palace who is more loyal to the original owner than her.

Song Yuesheng leaned against the door and admired the light snow for a while.

In ancient times, women were trapped in the four directions of the world for their entire lives.

The women in the harem are even more miserable. Whether they like it or not, they will be involved in the vanity of competing for the emperor's love and throne throughout their lives.

The women in the harem of this world suffer even more misfortune.

Wild aura.

Song Yuesheng recited these four words silently.

Did the heroine make a wrong choice in a certain matter and thus gave rise to the Wild Halo, or did the Wild Halo deliberately make them make mistakes in order to find the heroine in the small world?

The Sparrow Spirit only knows how to assign tasks to her according to the rules of the system headquarters all day long, so she is definitely clueless about this kind of question.

Can't count on it.

"My queen, you just saw the imperial physician, why did you go outside to get some fresh air? Isn't Qiao Yue here to take care of you in the palace?"

Qiao Xin was holding a bowl of medicine, her face showing unconcealable worry.

She was a maid assigned by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, one year older than Qiao Yue, and equally loyal to her original owner.

Unlike Qiao Yue who supports any decision made by the original owner without reason, Qiao Xin will first analyze the pros and cons of everything and then tell the original owner what to do.

Qiao Yue felt that Qiao Xin's behavior was disrespectful to the original owner, and she often argued with her.

"I asked her to send Doctor Zhang away."

Qiao Xin nodded, brought the bowl of medicine in first, then supported Song Yuesheng's right arm and walked into the house.

Seeing that she had finished drinking the medicine, Qiao Xin looked troubled and spoke hesitantly: "Your Majesty, the palace is not as good as the outside world. Even if you and His Majesty knew each other before, you should not slander him. There are many people in the palace and many dangers are hard to guard against."

"Qiao Xin, I can tell you clearly that my ambition is not just to be a concubine in the harem." Song Yuesheng raised her eyebrows slightly, took off a hairpin from her head and turned it around to play with it.

"You and Qiao Yue are both the people I trust the most. I don't want you two to have any grudges, nor do I want you to interfere too much in my decisions."

She glanced the plum blossom hairpin in Qiao Xin's direction.

"If you agree, this hairpin will be a proof. I will never treat you unfairly in the future. If you don't agree, I will have to use it to kill you and silence you. Think about it slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"Don't think about it." Qiao Xin took the plum blossom hairpin directly, her eyes determined, "No matter what your Majesty wants, this servant will definitely help you achieve your wish."

Song Yuesheng stared at her for a while, took out two small porcelain bottles from the pearwood box at the head of the bed, and placed them in front of Qiao Xin.

"I have asked Doctor Zhang for medicine to treat frostbite. You and Qiaoyue are also little girls, so you should also protect your hands from frostbite."

Qiao Xin stood up in panic and refused: "My lady, it's too expensive. How can I use the medicine in the Imperial Hospital?"

She agreed to help the Imperial Concubine only because she wanted the Imperial Concubine to give her more monthly allowance so that she could leave the palace earlier.

The Imperial Hospital treats the masters, and people like them are not qualified to use such precious medicinal materials.

Song Yuesheng pinched her brows and waved her hand: "I asked for it for you, it's not expensive. Take it and go down, I want to rest."

"Yes, the slaves retire."

Qiao Xin held the small porcelain bottle tightly.

Song Yuesheng stretched out her arms. She was very optimistic about Qiao Xin's ability. If she disagreed, there were other plans waiting for her.

The palace is a battlefield of bloodshed. If the two maids who are closest to the original owner cannot calm down, nothing she wants to do will go smoothly.