Su Majestad

Capítulo 94

In the very beginning, when I saw him with Tang Congrong, that person, when mentioning the word "friend," also had such a desolate air about him.

She seemed to say something else, but he didn't hear it clearly. Her red dress was very dazzling in his sight. She stood up, as if she was about to leave. He reached out and grabbed a corner of her dress.

She turned around in surprise. In the sunlight, her long, slender, white index fingers gripped the fiery red fabric—a strikingly vibrant sight, like a flame burning in the snow. She was stunned. "Divine Physician Yang..."

"...Your sister isn't feeling well, is she?" He finally found an excuse. "Take me to see her."

As soon as Duolan led Yang Luoxue through the second gate of the Prince's mansion, the Second Prince came out to greet them, his gaze towards Duolan filled with approval. Duolan knew he had misunderstood, so she took a moment to explain. The Second Prince's expression changed, but he finally composed himself and said, "...Your sister is asleep now; we might wake her if we go in."

"But the miracle doctor rarely finds the time—"

"Your sister doesn't have any serious illness, she's just a little weaker than others, but it's nothing serious."

But the maid had already taken Yang Luoxue to the princess's room at Duolan's instruction. The room was filled with the strong scent of sandalwood. The maid said, "The princess is a Buddhist."

"Who's there?" A voice came from the inner room, very soft, but the room was so quiet that even such a soft sound echoed in the air. There was a slight hiss in the voice, as if wind was passing through a throat. Yang Luoxue immediately sensed the weakness in the voice. After his eyesight weakened, his hearing and sense of touch became unusually sharp.

"It's really not a serious illness; it can be treated with proper care."

After taking her pulse, the Second Prince showed her the prescription from the imperial physician, his eyes glancing at the Princess with concern. Dolan, sitting by the bed, was holding her sister's hand and talking to her. Seeing her brother-in-law's expression, she leaned into her sister's arms, saying, "My brother-in-law is so good to you."

The princess smiled and asked, "Is that the renowned physician who treated His Majesty?"

"Mmm." After replying, she suddenly noticed that her sister's smile was a little strange, and her face turned slightly red. "Sister, don't overthink it."

The princess coughed for a while before continuing, "You've been watching him the whole time."

Her hand, which was holding her sister's clothes, suddenly lost its strength. Her mind was in turmoil, and she whispered, "He is different from all of us."

I was just curious because it seemed different.

As for liking someone—royal women don't have liking anyone.

"I originally thought the Eleventh Prince was very good. The Empress and Mother were both planning to..." At this point, the Second Princess coughed again, and it took her a long time to catch her breath. "Well, no matter who she marries, as long as Duolan is willing to marry him..."

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Dolan pressed her face against her sister's sleeve without answering. Her brother-in-law had brought up this issue with her before, saying with a gentle smile, "Don't rush your marriage, I'll find you a one-of-a-kind husband when I'm on the throne."

—Because once she gets married, she won't have much time to spend with the Empress, right? How can someone who can't even frequently enter and leave the palace do things for her brother-in-law in the deep palace?

So, sister, I will get married after you become empress.

"I really want to see what Dolan looks like as a bride..." the older sister said, stroking her younger sister's face with her fingers. "She must be so beautiful."

They rode together in a carriage back to the palace. To get to her palace, they had to pass through Yun'an Hall. Before Yang Luoxue entered the hall, she suddenly asked, "How many years has your sister been married into the royal family?"

"Four years."

"Has your body been like this since childhood?"

“It wasn’t very good when I was little…it’s gotten worse in recent years…” she answered, suddenly sensing something unusual in the conversation, a chill ran through her. “—What do you mean?”

Yang Luoxue's tone was calm: "I'm just a little curious. If your sister's health is properly maintained, she shouldn't be much different from an ordinary person." He finished speaking and went inside. Duolan stood in front of the hall for a while, then suddenly hurried after him, blocking his path just before he entered the medicine pavilion. She had run too fast, her breathing was rapid, and she stood in front of him, her face a little pale. "I know you're not one to speak carelessly. Please tell me what you know?"

For some reason, in that instant, Yang Luoxue saw that person's shadow in her. Equally intense, undeniable. The red robes remained dazzling in the deep hall. Those things he had buried so deeply suddenly surfaced, instantly striking his heart. He felt dizzy, momentarily losing his balance, and swayed.

She quickly supported him. His face was deathly pale, his lips bloodless, but his eyes were hazy with a faint glimmer of light. "Why..." His voice was too low, like a murmur in his sleep, she couldn't hear him clearly, "Why...do you like red..."

A pair of hands relieved her weight. Zhan Yuan supported his shoulders and checked his pulse. "It's nothing..." He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his scattered mind had returned. He stood up straight, as if nothing had happened. "—Go stay at the Prince's Mansion for a few days when you have time."

Dolan stared blankly as he and Zhan Yuan entered the medicine pavilion, her hands still in the position of supporting him, momentarily forgetting to move.

In the medicine pavilion, Yang Luoxue gave herself a few acupuncture treatments. Zhan Yuan brought over the medicine for the afternoon, and after watching her drink it, he said, "You can't get too excited."

"It's nothing." He put down the medicine bowl, leaned back on the couch, and stared into space for a moment. Then he suddenly smiled and said, "...Why bother with other people's business?" His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

The trivial matter was brought to the forefront three days later.

"This is tea, this is medicine, this is candied fruit after the medicine has been processed, and this is lunch."

Four small blue-and-white porcelain bottles were placed in front of Yang Luoxue. He picked one up and sniffed it. Duolan's hands clenched tightly inside her sleeves. Yang Luoxue's hand paused when he saw the third bottle.

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"Hailanxiang." He put the candied fruit in his mouth and gently bit off a piece. "It really is specially made."

Dolan's face turned pale: "You've been drugged?"

"It's just a spice, but it clashes with medicinal properties, and in your sister's case, it became poison—"

Dolan suddenly raised her head, her face deathly pale.

Things are terrible.

Her brother-in-law always took care of her sister's diet and medication, and she always thought it was an expression of love. She never imagined that beneath that affection lay murderous intent.

"Divine Physician Yang." A person approached, greeting her casually and warmly even before reaching the medicine pavilion. Dolan's eyes fell on a light gray figure with refined features. This was Qing He, the Ninth Prince's most trusted confidant. After a moment of surprise, Dolan immediately realized she should hide the four bottles—Yang Luoxue's sleeve covered the small bottles on the table before she could react, and she turned around, "Lord Qing."

Qinghe's gaze swept over Duolan and the sleeves hidden on the table, and he smiled slightly, "The princess is here too? Your subject greets the princess."

Dolan nodded slightly, maintaining the nobility and dignity befitting a princess, though her fingertips trembled slightly inside her sleeve.

"The princess's pulse is normal, and she is in good health. Zhan Yuan, escort the princess back to the palace." Yang Luoxue's voice rang out calmly, providing her with the best excuse. She seemed to leave with composure, but when she reached the palace gate, a sudden sharp pain shot through her palm. It turned out that her fingertips had dug into her flesh.

"Feng Yanliang." She murmured the name, her eyes reddening, but a cold, piercing light shone in them. I will not let you go.

It was late afternoon, just as the princess was waking from her afternoon nap and drinking her second bowl of medicine. When Duolan rushed in, a maidservant was indeed feeding the princess candied fruit. Duolan screamed and pushed her away.