Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed

Chapter 42: Plea

Translator: Storm in a Teacup

“Your majesty, I made three mistakes today. First, allow the capital citizens to enjoy peonies. It not only disturbed your majesty, but also caused chaos among citizens. It is really my fault.”

Catching a glimpse of An Rushuang, the emperor kept silent.

“Second, I shouldn’t have asked the other two ladies to come with me. As a result, they missed the flower enjoyment feast at the royal palace.”

“Third, though I knew it clearly that your majesty don’t like my character, I still hold to my own opinion. This is the biggest mistake.”

An Rushuang knelt on the ground, added in a low voice while lowering her head, “I am, though, ignorant enough, it’s so hard to change one’s nature. Please punish me, your majesty.”

Could those be accounted as mistakes?!

Without the flower enjoyment feast, Nanqi Kingdom couldn’t get the Ba’er Mountain. As for the feast at the royal palace, if Princess Anyang had her invitations sent out first, it was Mingxi’s rudeness who had hers sent out later.

And about nature... How could an emperor punish the daughter of the minister for her stubbornness?

If he did so, the emperor would be regarded as a fatuous and self-indulgent ruler!

Frowning at the young girl kneeling before him, the emperor snorted coldly before leaving in a huff.

“Bid your majesty farewell,” all the people bowed while shouting.

Feeling upset, the emperor stamped his feet so hard on the stairs before he suddenly stopped. The two guards, given the emperor’s strange act, had to stop, too.

Upon seeing the emperor staring at the second floor for a long time, one of the guards suggested him, “Your majesty, the wagon is ready outside. If your majesty wants to meet someone, I can ask her/him to come.”

“Return to the palace.” The emperor headed for the wagon after shaking his head.

After the emperor had left for a long while, all the people in the Heaven room finally let out a sigh in relief. The gentleman in purple robe clapped his hands before coming up to An Rushuang in a joking smile. “I really admire Miss An, though it’s the first time we meet. You held to your own opinion even before the emperor. what makes you so brave and stubborn?”

Anyang rolled her eyes.

After bidding farewell to Xianxian and Mingyue, An Rushuang reached home in the wagon.

“Lady, we have returned to the manor.”

Lifting the curtain, Hong Yu found her lady clenching a piece of silk. She suddenly remembered that it was given by Miss Zhu before her leaving.

Upon seeing her lady lost in thought, Hong Yu couldn’t help but smile. “Lady, is there a flower on the silk?”

An Rushuang raised her head before snorting. “There is no flower, only weeds making you headache.”

She caught a glimpse of the silk, on which there were tidy and good-looking Chinese characters written in Zanhua regular script. The content was definitely a headache.

50 grams of amber, 50 grams of turtle shell, 50 grams of rhizoma sparganii, 25 grams of Rhizoma Corydalis, 25 grams of myrrh, 2.5 grams of Rheum officinale, smash all of them into powder and boil the powder in water. Each time eat half spoon with liquor before having meal. The medicine would take effect if the patient took it twice a day. The medicine was called “Amber powder”, very effective in stopping bleeding and rejuvenating the skin.

There was a tip below the prescription: This prescription was cherished by my father, but its effect was uncertain. Please be careful if you want to use it.

Careful... How could she be careful?

An Rushuang had never heard those herbs. Even if she knew, where could she find the herbs on the lifeless desert?

After a long sigh, An Rushuang put the silk into her sleeve before she got off the wagon.

As she walked to the gate of the Liuxi Pavilion, a lean and tall man with a square medicine box on his back was just stepping out, who at once paid his respect to An Rushuang by bowing.

“Miss An, you have come back.”

Fixing her eyes on the man, An Rushuang recognized him, the physician Ye Zhicheng who diagnosed disease for Nanny Liu.

“Nanny Liu seems to get much better. We have troubled you a lot, Mr. Ye,” An Rushuang, being slightly touched, said.

Ye Zhicheng wasn’t faintly pleased hearing her word. “Though she seems okay, the malignant carbuncle must be removed, or she would never fully recover,” he said slowly in gloominess.

As stubborn as she was, how could Nanny Liu allow this man to cut a piece of flesh off her neck due to the invisible malignant carbuncle which neither made her hurt nor itch?

Day after day, Nanny Liu, though almost recovered from the injury, her energy was getting weakened.

Feeling worried, Hong Yu murmured, “What about trying to persuade her again?”

Deep in her heart, Hong Yu knew it clearly that it didn’t work. No matter how she persuaded Nanny Liu, she would definitely answer her with two words—-no way!

“If she had taken your advice, she would recover now.” Fang Zhicheng shook his head.

Knitting her eyebrows, An Rushuang smiled, a wisp of light within her eyes. “I have an idea.”

The two people nearly tortured to death by Nanny Liu turned to look at An Rushuang. “What good idea do you have?” Hong Yu asked, a gleam of light flashing in her eyes.

“I couldn’t tell you until Mr. Ye arrived tomorrow.” An Rushuang shook her head with a meaningful smile on her face.

Hongyu raised her head before catching a glimpse of the sunset in frustration, really hoping the sunrise would come soon.

Ye Zhicheng bid farewell to them with great expectation before he was suddenly stopped by An Rushuang. “Mr. Ye, wait for a moment. I have something to ask you.”

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