La pluie printanière est comme du vin, les saules comme de la fumée

Chapitre 175

"I wonder if you, Miss Snail, will see my letter. I'm sure many people are writing to you! Miss Snail, where have you crawled to? I really, really like you! Your writing is always so beautiful, your style so refreshing, and your articles so captivating. I always linger in them, often forgetting to eat or drink. But, Miss Snail, could you write a little faster? I've been waiting for your book for so long… Haha! Hahahaha! Princess, you're making Qingyi laugh so hard she's practically begging for mercy!" Qingyi read a letter, laughing so hard her chest was pressed against her back.

Qingyun lay slumped over the table, currently experiencing a severe lack of inspiration. She had only managed to write a little bit in her new book before running out of ideas. Hearing Qingyi's unrestrained laughter only exacerbated her creative block.

"Snail Girl... Haha... How apt! How vivid! How realistic!" Qingyi laughed even harder, then suddenly stopped laughing. She became very serious and said righteously, "No! Princess, Qingyi will never call you Snail Girl!"

After saying that, she nodded very seriously, as if to show her determination. But there was a suppressed smile on her lips, which she finally couldn't hold back and burst out.

"Haha! Qingyi only calls you Snail Princess! Haha! That's hilarious!" Qingyi laughed so hard she almost rolled on the ground.

Qingyun's face twitched. Was it really necessary for her to read that urgent letter over and over again and laugh so hard she almost fell over, all for the sake of the name "Snail Girl"?

"Qingyi, get out of here." Finally, Qingyun, suppressing the veins bulging on her forehead, gave the order rather rudely. "You are never allowed to come in and disturb me while I'm writing!"

Tears welled in Qingyi's eyes as she walked away, saying, "Alright! Snail Princess... Ah! No, no, no! Qingyi just spoke offhand! Princess, Qingyi will take her leave now."

At the same time as Qingyun heard the door close, she also heard Qingyi's suppressed laughter.

After the room had completely quieted down, Qingyun stared blankly at the book in front of her, which had only a little bit written on it.

She'd been writing this book for almost ten days, and during that time, almost no one had bothered her at Snow Palace. Situ Xingyun and Li Ge were busy with the affairs of the envoys from beyond the Great Wall, and Shuangdie had also quieted down since that banquet, staying in Jade Pavilion to ensure her pregnancy and not coming to her Snow Palace. And yet, she... had only written two or three pages!

Sigh! As expected, she still needs someone to urge her to write! But she has to keep this book a secret and can't let Li Ge know!

So who should we ask to urge them now?

Just then, Qingyun heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

Just as Qingyun was frowning and about to reprimand the people outside, Qingyi pushed open the door and rushed in. She hurriedly said, "Princess, Young Master Lige has collapsed in the court, foaming at the mouth and his face is deathly pale."

boom!

It was like being struck by lightning!

"Thud—"

The calligraphy brush in Qingyun's hand fell to the ground, and her whole body trembled. Her face turned deathly pale in that instant.

She felt as if the earth were collapsing and the sky was splitting, as if her heart was being squeezed tightly at that moment, and as if the world had become a blank.

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"Princess!"

At Qingyi's call, Qingyun suddenly regained her senses. She took a deep breath and her face calmed down, but her hands were still trembling slightly.

"Qingyi, where is Lige now?"

"The Imperial Hospital".

Before Qingyi could finish speaking, she felt a gust of wind pass by her, and in the blink of an eye, the figure in front of her had disappeared.

Imperial Hospital.

Li Ge lay on the bed, his face deathly pale. His expression was one of great pain, large beads of sweat covered his forehead, as if his internal organs were churning inside him, his features contorted in agony.

The imperial physician was taking Li Ge's pulse. His brows were furrowed tightly.

After taking his pulse, the imperial physician said to Situ Xingyun, "Your Majesty, Prince Ande's pulse is stable, no different from that of a normal person. But this old minister really cannot find out what disease Prince Ande is suffering from."

Situ Xingyun frowned and said, "If he wasn't sick, how could Xingzhi have fainted in the imperial court?"

The imperial physician hesitated for a moment before replying, "Your Majesty, this old minister has heard of a kind of..." The physician hesitated, unsure whether he should say it.

"Speak freely. I will not punish you."

"This old minister once heard that the people of the Southern Frontier practice a kind of witchcraft. As long as the people of the Southern Frontier cast a spell on a cloth doll with a person's birth date and time, even if that person is thousands of miles away, they will be affected by the spell and will experience symptoms such as confusion, sudden fainting, or foaming at the mouth."

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"Absurd!" Situ Xingyun shouted, forcefully flicking his sleeve. "Witchcraft is nothing but talk of gods and ghosts; how can it be taken seriously?"

Just then, a white shadow flashed through the air, and after Situ Xingyun blinked, Qingyun had already landed beside Li Ge.

What came into view was Li Ge's pale, pained, and distorted face.

She had already heard what the imperial physician said when she came in.

Qingyun felt as if her heart had been ripped out alive, with thousands of tiny insects gnawing at her heart, which was in so much pain that it could barely beat.

Qingyun's face was also deathly pale.

Situ Xingyun, who was standing to the side, observed Qingyun's expression, and his heart ached terribly. Her face was almost expressionless, but her complexion was shockingly pale, and her eyes were like a lifeless lake, as if no matter how big a stone was thrown in, it would not cause a ripple.

That was the expression of someone in extreme inner pain.

Because he had once possessed it too, when he learned that she had fallen off the Cliff of Bones but her body could not be found.

"Xue'er..." Situ Xingyun called softly.

Qingyun seemed not to hear her. She carefully wiped the sweat from Li Ge's face, as if she were wiping a unique treasure.

"Li Ge, I will save you."