bookrebus Chapter 248 Consort Fucha
Chapter 248 Consort Fucha
After the fat orange asked Su Peisheng to investigate Fu Yurao's inexplicable cold poisoning, no results were found.
He then ordered Xia Yi to investigate the matter, and Xia Yi's investigation yielded the same result as Su Peisheng's.
Fu Yurao's cold poison appeared inexplicably overnight.
The fact that Fu Yurao had been poisoned by the cold had already made him uneasy.
Now that Su Peisheng and Xia Yi have been unable to find a clear answer, he is feeling extremely uneasy.
I'm afraid that one day he himself might inexplicably contract this kind of cold poison.
Big Fat Orange's face was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.
He slammed the teacup in his hand onto the ground, and the porcelain shattered into countless pieces, splashing tea everywhere.
Su Peisheng, who was guarding outside the hall, was startled by the sound.
Fearing something might happen to the big, fat orange cat, he raised his voice from outside the door and asked...
"emperor?"
The chubby orange cat says, "I'm fine."
Su Peisheng said "yes".
Xia Yi was also startled by this sudden action.
He lay face down on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold earth, his voice trembling slightly:
"Your Majesty, this servant has done his best."
The onset of Consort Zhao's cold poisoning is truly strange; this servant simply cannot find a reason for it..."
The chubby orange cat glared fiercely at Xia Yi, its eyes filled with anger.
He never imagined that even his two most capable subordinates, Su Peisheng and Xia Yi, couldn't pinpoint the source of this cold poison.
The person behind this must have incredibly clever methods and a meticulous mind!
Big Fat Orange took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and asked:
Did the two empresses make any unusual moves?
Xia Yi immediately kowtowed and answered tremblingly:
"Your Majesty, there is none."
The chubby orange-haired man frowned slightly, then asked, "What about the other high-ranking concubines?"
Xia Yi kowtowed again and replied, "Your Majesty, there is none."
Hearing these two answers, the chubby orange felt even more annoyed.
He didn't know whether he should be happy or worried.
Fortunately, this cold poison seems to have nothing to do with the two empresses and other high-ranking concubines;
The concern is, if it wasn't them who did it, then who is behind it?
After a moment of silence, the chubby orange cat slowly spoke:
"Get up."
His voice was low and suppressed, as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.
Xia Yi felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly got up from the ground, stood aside, lowered his head, and dared not look at the big fat orange again.
Big Fat Orange leaned back on the dragon throne, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down.
He knew that anger wouldn't solve anything.
The most important thing now is to find the source of this cold poison and the mastermind behind it.
Xia Yi cautiously raised her head, a hint of fear in her eyes.
"Keep investigating! We must get to the bottom of this!"
Although the big orange's voice was deep, it conveyed an undeniable firmness.
Xia Yi nodded hurriedly, her body trembling slightly, and her voice a little weak:
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will continue the investigation. I will not rest until I have found out the truth!"
Xia Yi had a premonition that this matter would likely yield no results.
The chubby orange cat walked slowly with its hands behind its back, its gaze deep and gloomy.
He knew in his heart that the person behind this was no ordinary person, and if he could not find out in time, there would be endless troubles in the future.
He stopped and turned to look at Xia Yi, his gaze as sharp as a knife:
"Go and check again to see if any outsiders have been coming and going in the palace recently, especially those who have had contact with Fu Yurao."
Also, carefully investigate whether there are any unusual movements of medicinal herbs within the palace; perhaps we can find some clues.
Xia Yi quickly replied, "This servant will take care of it right away!"
Big Fat Orange waved his hand, signaling him to step back.
After Xia Yi left, the chubby orange tree slowly sat down, its brows furrowed.
Feeling deeply agitated, he quickly took out a golden pill and swallowed it.
After taking one golden pill, Big Fat Orange felt much better.
Then he shouted, "Su Peisheng, go to the Imperial Hospital and summon Wen Shichu to me."
Su Peisheng answered "Yes, sir" from outside the door.
Su Peisheng summoned a quick-footed eunuch to the Imperial Hospital to fetch someone.
Soon, Wen Shichu arrived at the Hall of Mental Cultivation. He walked hurriedly, feeling somewhat uneasy.
After entering the hall, he respectfully bowed, then straightened up and looked at the big fat orange.
"I wonder what Your Majesty has summoned me for?"
Wen Shichu's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, but it still revealed a hint of doubt.
The chubby man sat on the dragon throne, his face ashen. He stared at Wen Shichu and slowly began to speak:
"Wen Shichu, I ask you, how is Consort Zhao's condition with her cold poison?"
Wen Shichu hurriedly replied, "Your Majesty, Consort Zhao's cold poison has stopped flaring up."
The condition appears to have stabilized.
It just needs some time to recover.
However, this humble servant cannot guarantee that the cold poison will not recur. After all, the onset of this cold poison was strange, and its disappearance was equally strange.
Big Fatty frowned slightly; he was clearly not satisfied with Wen Shichu's answer.
"Are you saying that Consort Zhao's cold poison wasn't cured by you?"
Or did it stop on its own?
His voice carried a hint of doubt.
Wen Shichu's heart tightened; he knew this question was difficult to answer.
He lowered his head slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly:
"Your Majesty, I dare not speak presumptuously."
However, from a medical perspective, the onset and cessation of this cold poison are too bizarre and do not conform to common sense.
Although I have tried many remedies, it seems that Consort Zhao's symptoms cannot be controlled by medication.
It seems to be resolving on its own.
Upon hearing this, the chubby orange's face grew even more gloomy.
"As the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, I want you to do everything in your power to completely eradicate the cold poison in Consort Zhao's body."
If I hear any more news of this cold poison recurring, you will be held responsible!
Wen Shichu was so frightened that he immediately knelt down, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will do my utmost, even if it means searching through all the medical books, to find a cure."
Big Fat Orange waved his hand, "Go down, and report back immediately if there is any progress."
Wen Shichu accepted the order and hurriedly withdrew. The chubby orange-haired emperor leaned back on the dragon throne, closing his eyes in deep thought.
He knew full well that this matter was far from simple.
The person behind this could poison Fu Yurao silently, and might also be watching her in secret.
What is the scariest thing?
The unknown is what is most frightening.
He didn't know who this enemy hiding in the shadows was, nor what their purpose was.
This uncertainty made him feel uneasy and restless.
For some time now, Big Fat Orange hasn't dared to visit Fu Yu Rao at Yanxi Palace.
He was afraid that if he went to Yanxi Palace, the person behind it would target Yu Rao again, and then implicate him as well.
The appearance of this cold poison is extremely strange.
Big Fat Orange has been investigating for so long, but he still hasn't been able to find the mastermind behind it all.
Why would the mastermind target Yu Rao?
How was the poison administered?
As the saying goes, a wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall.
Faced with this situation, the chubby orange cat couldn't feel at ease.
Big Fat Orange fidgeted with the eighteen beads in his hand, his anxiety growing increasingly difficult to suppress.
A surge of anger suddenly rose up
The chubby orange cat raised its head and shouted loudly, "Su Peisheng, prepare the carriage for Kunning Palace!"