Her Power and Favor Span the World

Chapter 10

Yuan Qingling finished all this and was extremely tired. She half-sprawled on the table to rest. She knew her actions were very ungraceful, but she didn't care about that anymore.

After resting for a while, she heard her maid's slightly anxious voice from outside, "Consort, how is it?" Th.ê most uptod/at𝓮 n𝒐vels a/re published on n(0)velbj)n(.)c/o/m

Yuan Qingling slowly got up from the table and said lightly, "Come in."

The door was pushed open in an instant, and her maid and Lv Ya rushed in. They both ran over to Brother Huo quickly and saw that he was breathing steadily. Only then did the maid heave a long sigh of relief.

Yuan Qingling picked up the medicine box and said, "What happened tonight, you two must keep it a secret and not tell King Chu or anyone else in the manor."

The maid and Lv Ya looked at each other, feeling a little surprised.

Lv Ya came over to support Yuan Qingling, "Consort, let this servant help you back."

"No need, keep an eye on him. There is medicine I left by the bedside. Give it to him every two hours, and come ask me for more after it's finished," Yuan Qingling shook off her hand and walked out with difficulty.

"Consort!" The maid called out. She wanted to say thanks but couldn't get the word out when she remembered what Yuan Qingling had done before. She just said lightly, "The night road is pitch black, take a lantern."

She handed the lantern over. Yuan Qingling took it and said, "Thank you!"

The maid was shocked!

Thank you? She said thank you?

Yuan Qingling returned to Feng Yi Palace and gave herself an injection before collapsing on the bed.

She tried her best to prevent inflammation of the wounds, but the area was too large. Coupled with the effects of antibiotics, she looked very weak.

After the high fever, all her strength had been stripped away. She was as soft and limp as a cotton ball, even lifting her head was difficult.

Soon, she fell into darkness and fell asleep.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard someone push the door open and urgently say, "Consort, get up quickly."

Yuan Qingling opened her eyes with difficulty and saw Lv Ya's anxious expression. Judging by the sunlight, it was already noon.

She slowly got up, "Did Brother Huo have a high fever again?"

"No, you need to get up quickly. Someone from the palace is here to summon you and the Prince to enter the palace immediately." Lv Ya looked at the bloodstains on her back and urged, "But can you walk now?"

"What happened in the palace?" Yuan Qingling felt no better after sleeping. On the contrary, she was more groggy, and the wounds showed no signs of healing as the medicine could not curb the injury. It had started to become inflamed and feverish.

Lv Ya lowered her voice, "I heard that the Retired Emperor is nearing his end."

Yuan Qingling searched through the original host's information in her mind. The Retired Emperor?

The current emperor was Emperor Ming Yuan, who ascended to the throne five years ago. Back then, the Retired Emperor had heart problems and evil winds. The imperial physician said he wouldn't make it past that autumn. So while he still had awareness, he let the Crown Prince take the throne as emperor. Unexpectedly, after the Crown Prince's enthronement, the Retired Emperor gradually recovered and had been bedridden since, though not debilitated.

Last winter, the Retired Emperor's condition worsened again.

Having lasted until now, it was about time.

Yuan Qingling didn't understand the palace etiquette, but even in a commoner's family, when a grandfather passed away, the grandchildren and their spouses had to be at his deathbed to see him off.

She slowly propped herself up, but the untreated wounds and blood-soaked clothes were stuck together. The slightest movement was so painful that tears almost came to her eyes.

The wounds were further aggravated last night when she went to treat Brother Huo's injuries. More blood kept oozing out, leaving the wounds even more severe than before.

Her hands could not support her weight and she collapsed back onto the bed.

Seeing this, Lv Ya said, "Let this servant go inform the Prince. You really can't move like this."

With Yuan Qingling's attempt to get up, she felt even more muddled. Lying on the bed, she heard Lv Ya's hurried footsteps fading away. In her groggy mind, she wondered - in this state, would King Chu really make her enter the palace covered in injuries?

She barely propped herself up again to take an antipyretic. The moment she closed the medicine box, she saw a bottle of atropine tablets inside.

There was no atropine in her medicine box.

Underneath, there were dopamine injections and a small, delicate intravenous drip fixer she had designed herself.

Impossible.

She kept some dopamine and atropine in the lab for emergencies, but she would never put them in her medicine box, let alone the intravenous drip fixer.

And when she had checked the medicine box earlier, these definitely weren't inside.

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