Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 222

"Zeng Zhen, come here."

"Yes, Master."

I looked at the person who came forward; the name sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it before.

"Master, the lady has caught a cold."

“That’s easy to say, but she’s been having headaches lately.”

"This..." He placed his hand on the back of my wrist again, and after a long while concluded, "It's probably due to a persistent high fever. If this fever continues, it'll be bad for..."

Chou Qian didn't let him finish. He continued:

"Gongzhen, come here!"

"Yes." An older doctor took my pulse, using the legendary "suspended thread technique." I looked at its owner with curiosity; his white hair hung to the ground, and he had an air of otherworldly grace.

"My lord, the lady is weak and has too many old and new injuries, so it is understandable that her high fever will not subside."

Chou Qian lowered his head and pondered.

Another person stepped forward, and he smiled at me first: "Greetings, Madam."

"Okay." I nodded.

He looked at me for a moment and said bluntly, "It is not advisable to have sex, to overwork, or to get angry. A good mood will help."

Upon hearing this, Chou Qian's face darkened: "Is she in a bad mood?"

"Please calm down, Master. I have heard a little about what happened to the lady. It is natural for her to be in a bad mood to be confined to a room by her lively wife."

"Insolence!" Everyone knelt down.

"My lord, I speak wisely, and I believe you understand better than your subordinates. Also, the wound on the lady's shoulder has become infected."

"Get out!" Chou Qian shooed him away.

The group glanced at him and quickly retreated.

The last one smiled at me again and mouthed, "Those who harm their master shall die."

[The Beauty's Smile: Chapter Eighty-Nine]

I refuse to accept this. Those who harm others die, but what about me?

What should be done to the one who hurt me? -- He deserves to die! If I can't kill him, I'll kill myself, and see who dares to mess with me.

"Ziyi, does your head still hurt?" Chouqian hugged me, comforting me and himself.

I didn't speak, I huddled in his arms shivering, I was so cold.

Chouqian was terrified and held me tightly, saying, "Yi, you will get better." He spoke firmly, but his hands were trembling.

I'm not sure either. I feel worse now than before, as if the pain is out of control. My head is throbbing, and the thought of that person's warning smile makes me feel like I'm about to explode. I want to kill him. But my body is in pain against my will.

Chou Qian hurriedly grasped the red ornament on my wrist, and with a light tap of his left hand, a red light enveloped me in his place, warm and comforting, making me feel drowsy...

"Your Majesty, the Sikong Mansion has been receiving an increasing number of physicians lately, and I am worried..." Zi Mo became increasingly uneasy. He had been guarding the Sikong Mansion every day, and more and more people were going in, but none of them came out. In the past two days, the people going in had become increasingly high-ranking, and their faces had become increasingly grim. He even saw the legendary Zeng Zhen—Hu Yong's master, Miao Zhen—Wu Hui's master, and Wei Zhen, known as the Poison Saint. The four great masters known throughout the four kingdoms were all gathered together. What exactly was going on inside?

Zi Mo grew increasingly frightened. Could it be that something had happened to his family's Eleventh?

He was anxious, so he had no choice but to go to the emperor.

Qianqing was even more panicked than him. Sikong had not attended court for half a month, and he had already heard about what was going on at Sikong’s residence—the mistress was unwell, which should refer to Ziyi. He also wanted to know what illness Sikong could have that required such a large commotion.

The last time I saw Ziyi, she was injured. Could it be that her condition had worsened, and the doctor was really hired for her?

Qianqing's doubts deepened, and she felt extremely guilty. She shouldn't have let Sikong take the man away (he was incompetent) and he couldn't even die.

At this moment, Su Gu sat in his chair, appearing to be the most composed of the three: "Zi Yi has figured it out! She will succeed."

Qianqing paced back and forth: "Even if you come out, you shouldn't risk your health, especially since she's already..." injured. Qianqing quickly stopped talking, not wanting them to worry.

Zi Mo and Su Guqi looked at him: "What's wrong with her?"

"It's nothing..." Qian Qing turned her head away, unwilling to say more.

"What's wrong with the Emperor?"

"Your Majesty! What happened to him? He is my brother! I want to know what happened to him!" For a month, he had been staying up all night with his fifteenth aunt, thinking of the eleventh eleventh.

His son, Eleven, is very disobedient. Will he suffer mistreatment outside? Will he give in to him?

His wife Eleven is very annoying. Will he be tolerant of her?

His son, Eleven, often gets into trouble. Will he turn a blind eye to it?

His eleventh son is very unreasonable. Will he have the patience for him?

His son is sick and has a temper. Will he be able to comfort him?

When Eleven cried, was he grieving? Without Eleven, he seemed to have lost his direction.

He absolutely had to find out what happened to Eleven! Qianqing looked at them, equally worried and anxious. Ziyi, why don't you be more ordinary, so ordinary that no one will notice you?

"emperor!"