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Chapter 169 The Imperial Advisor of a Female-Dominated Society (Part 15)

At the entrance, two servants of Consort Ru and Consort De were glaring at each other, neither willing to give way.

"We were here first!"

"What a joke! Does being first give you the right to be here? Don't you even know your own status? The Imperial Advisor will definitely want to see us!"

"you!"

Consort De's men were so angry that their faces turned red, but they dared not say anything harsh, since Consort Ru was currently in the emperor's favor and they dared not say anything too outrageous.

Just then, the doors of the main hall slowly opened, and Qing Ling walked out first with a stern face, "The Imperial Advisor has arrived!"

The two quickly bowed and said, "Greetings, Grand Preceptor."

Qingyu was dressed in light-colored casual clothes, her hair was casually tied up, and in the dim sunlight, the mask on her face seemed to be glowing, and her delicate chin was slightly raised.

She glanced at the two of them, her voice as clear and cold as an icy spring on a snowy mountain: "What's all this commotion about?"

Upon seeing this, Consort Ru's attendant hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, we have something to ask of Your Majesty, and we hope that Your Excellency will grant us an audience."

Not to be outdone, Consort De's attendants said, "Imperial Preceptor, we, who serve Your Majesty, are also extremely anxious about this matter. We implore you to see us first."

Qingyu slightly raised her eyelashes and gently raised her hand, and everyone instantly fell silent.

"My teacher only sees one person today. Tell me what you want, and my teacher will make a decision."

She listened intently, and Consort Ru's attendant hurriedly spoke first: "Imperial Preceptor, the Prince has been having nightmares lately, as if he is possessed by evil spirits, and the imperial physicians in the palace are all unable to cure him."

As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, as if she was about to lose control.

The attendant of Consort De hurriedly said, "Imperial Preceptor, my lord has suddenly fallen ill with a strange disease and is getting thinner and thinner every day. The imperial physician has examined him and said that... there is no cure!"

The two are mortal enemies, yet they both happen to be sick?

Qingyu's lips curved slightly, a faint smile softening her expression. She moved her fingers slightly, made a few calculations, pondered for a moment, and then glanced at the two of them.

My interest grew even stronger.

They're really hurting each other.

Finally, Qingyu pointed to Consort De's attendant, "Let me see Consort De first. I have some medical knowledge, and this nightmare is not as urgent as the illness."

Consort Ru's attendants were somewhat anxious, but though they harbored resentment, they dared not utter a word.

After all, his master listened to this imperial advisor without question...

Oh well, the two palaces aren't far apart anyway!

Consort De's attendant looked delighted and hurriedly led the way. Qingyu followed him toward where Consort De was, and the group moved in a grand procession.

Consort De's palace wasn't exactly remote, but it was still quite a distance from Qingyu's palace. However, after Qingyu cultivated the original owner's metaphysics, she became light and agile. Although she seemed to be walking leisurely, her pace was far faster than those around her.

The group had to jog to catch up, and by the time they arrived, they were all panting heavily, but Qingyu remained calm and composed.

"National Preceptor...Please come in, National Preceptor!" the attendant said respectfully, panting.

Just as Qingyu was about to step inside, she saw the Empress and Feng Yan'er coming hand in hand. Both of them had anxious expressions on their faces, but upon closer inspection, the Empress's thoughts seemed to be wandering.

"His Majesty."

"Imperial Preceptor, I'm entrusting my father to you." Feng Yan'er's expression was gentle, and her attitude was extremely respectful.

Qingyu didn't look at her, but instead looked at the Empress. "Your Majesty, I have already calculated that the problem that has arisen between the two attendants is partly due to feng shui and partly due to human error."

Feng Yan'er's eyebrows twitched, and she subconsciously panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down.

That shouldn't be the case. She handled this matter flawlessly, learning from her previous mistakes. Even if the Grand Tutor could have foreseen it, there shouldn't be any evidence!

Besides...

The Imperial Advisor was willing to help them before, so why would he take the initiative to expose them?

Feng Yan'er slowly relaxed, and the next second she heard Qingyu continue, "I'll go in and take a look at Consort De's side first."

The Empress always trusted Qingyu, and immediately nodded upon hearing this.

The group then entered the door.

As soon as Qingyu entered Consort De's palace, she smelled a faint stench of decay permeating the room.

The others frowned, and the Queen paused for a moment before finally going inside.

The once vibrant and dignified Consort De lay on the bed, emaciated, pale, and frail.

Upon seeing the arrival of the crowd, especially the Empress, Consort De's eyes immediately filled with tears, and she stammered, "Your Majesty..."

Even though he was no longer favored, he was still a man she had once known. The Empress sighed and looked at Qingyu, "Imperial Advisor, thank you for your trouble."

Qingyu nodded slightly. In fact, as soon as she entered and saw the appearance of Consort De, she already knew that the other party had definitely been poisoned.

She approached the bedside, reached out to take his pulse, and after a short while, she raised her head, her eyes cold and complex.

"Consort De's condition was caused by poisoning. This poison is extremely vicious and will slowly devour a person's life force."

Qingyu's slow but firm words startled everyone present.

The Empress frowned and asked, "Does the Imperial Advisor have a solution?"

Qingyu turned around and glanced at everyone, especially when she saw Feng Yan'er. She paused for a moment before looking at the Empress and said softly, "It can be cured, but the one who tied the knot must untie it. It would be best to find the formula for the poison... I only know some traditional Chinese medicine. The antidote still needs to be prepared by the Imperial Hospital based on the formula for the poison."

"But the imperial physicians have examined him, and none of them could diagnose poisoning," Feng Yan'er said with a forced smile. "Could the Imperial Preceptor have made a mistake?"

“There’s no mistake. The imperial physicians are helpless because they don’t know the formula for this poison, and this stuff is really rare… The source of this poison is probably in this palace.” The moment Qingyu finished speaking, everyone present was shocked.

The Empress subconsciously looked at Feng Yan'er.

Clearly, Feng Yan'er's earlier unease had aroused her suspicion, coupled with what happened with Feng Yu earlier...

Even though the Empress knew that Feng Yan'er would never poison her biological father, she was still somewhat shaken at this moment.

What if?

It's impossible to tell whether someone is a human or a ghost.

Feng Yan'er was shocked, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "Grand Preceptor, don't talk nonsense. How could there be a source of poison in this palace?"

She had already cleaned up the mess when she did this, so no one would have guessed it was their scheme!

Qingyu had already figured out what was going on before she arrived, so she didn't argue anymore. Instead, she flipped her palm over, and a talisman appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The people present were shocked. Then they saw Qingyu throw the talisman into the air, and the talisman burned. The smoke drifted in one direction and finally stopped at a sachet that Feng Yan'er had brought.

"This sachet is the source of the poison," she replied calmly, her gaze falling on Feng Yan'er's face, whose complexion was slightly pale.

In fact, Feng Yan'er was already shocked by what she had just done. Now she was in a panic and couldn't believe that what she had done would be exposed.

But then, remembering something, she quickly regained her composure and gave an awkward smile. "This sachet was a gift from my father himself. How could it possibly be poisonous?"

Qingyu chuckled softly, her meaningful gaze lingering on him.

The Empress wasn't blind; she naturally noticed something was wrong. But if the sachet was a gift from Consort De, how could she have been poisoned?!