PFC Chapter 368: Soldiers in the Military Camp Poisoned
Chapter 368: Soldiers in the Military Camp Poisoned
Duke Qi sat in the hall, his expression solemn, his eyes as bright as torches. He said slowly: "Miao'er, after a few days, let your grandmother help you find a good family."
Qi Si Miao suddenly raised her head, looked at Duke Qi in astonishment, and asked anxiously, "Grandfather, what do you mean by this? Didn't we say that I will soon marry into the Zhan Palace?"
Duke Qi sighed helplessly and replied in a heavy tone, "Miao'er, Prince Zhan has no intention of marrying you, even as a concubine. The emperor told me today that if I let you go to Prince Zhan's mansion, you would be asking for trouble and humiliation."
Hearing this, Qi Si Miao's tears instantly burst out. She couldn't accept this fact and cried, "No, Grandfather! The people around the Queen Mother clearly said that on September 18th of this year, I will enter the Zhan Prince's Palace and become a concubine!"
Duke Qi had a gloomy expression on his face. He waved his hand at the housekeeper and ordered in a low and powerful voice, "Take Miao'er back to her room and let her stay well."
The housekeeper understood the Duke's intention and immediately nodded, then winked at the maids beside him.
"grandfather........"
Two old women quickly stepped forward and carefully supported Qi Simiao, a pale and dazed woman.
At this moment, Qi Simiao felt as if her soul had been sucked out of her. Her whole body was limp and she didn't have a single bit of strength.
He could only allow the old women to support him as he slowly and staggered out of the hall.
At the same time, Tian collapsed to the ground like a deflated ball, with tears as big as beans rolling down her cheeks like a flood breaking through a dam.
She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly with both hands, her lips trembled slightly, her voice choked and weak, with endless grievance and pleading: "Husband, please don't divorce me... Miao'er, my daughter..." The calls continued to echo in the empty hall, revealing endless sadness and misery.
However, Prince Qi turned a blind eye to all this. He was too lazy to even look at Tian and directly ordered someone to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The pen tip rustled on the paper, and soon, a divorce letter appeared on the paper.
Prince Qi threw the divorce letter in front of Tian without hesitation. The thin piece of paper drew a cold arc in the air and finally fell steadily into Tian's trembling hands.
After doing these things, Prince Qi turned around and left without any reluctance, as if even one more glance would make him feel disgusted.
When the old lady, the Duke of Qi and others saw this scene, they all shook their heads and sighed, with deep helplessness and sighs in their eyes.
They said no more and walked away. After exiting the hall, the Duke of Qi asked the butler to prepare some more gold and silver antiques to be sent to Prince Zhan's mansion.
Tian was the only one left in the empty hall, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving tear marks all over her face.
Tian held the divorce letter tightly, her fingers turning pale from holding it so tightly.
Her eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness, and she gritted her teeth and squeezed out three words: "Chu Zixi!"
At this time, Chu Zixi, who was hated by the Tian family, was concentrating on fiddling with her herbs.
Jun Feimo stood quietly by her side, occasionally reaching out to help her tidy up the herbs scattered on the ground, his eyes full of doting.
Tianyi's voice broke the silence. He stood aside and said respectfully, "Master, Princess, the Duke of Qi's Mansion sent a lot of gold and silver antiques."
Hearing this news, Chu Zixi smiled slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she replied softly: "Put them all in the warehouse."
Tianyi smiled and asked, "Princess, do you want to go and take a look?"
Chu Zixi shook her head gently, her eyes still on the herbs in her hand, "Don't look at it, just put it in the warehouse, I don't have time now."
Tianyi scratched his head and waved his hand. A gust of wind blew in the dark, as if something was working quietly.
At this moment, An Yi's figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard. His face was solemn and his steps were hurried, as if something big had happened.
"Master, Princess, something bad has happened." An Yi's voice was filled with tension and worry, making the atmosphere in the entire courtyard suddenly become heavy.
Jun Feimo's brows furrowed instantly. His eyes were sharp and firm, like a sharp sword. He looked straight at An Yi, as if he wanted to see through everything through his eyes.
"What's the matter?" Jun Feimo's tone was low and majestic, as if it could intimidate all difficulties.
An Yi's expression became more serious. He said in a deep voice: "Many soldiers in the barracks are foaming at the mouth and have unbearable stomachaches."
When Tianyi heard the news, his face suddenly changed. He said anxiously: "How could this happen? Wasn't it fine when we left just now? What's going on?"
There was a cold light flashing in Jun Feimo's eyes, giving people a chilling sense of calmness.
"Have you found out the reason?" Jun Feimo's voice was cold.
An Yi lowered his head and said in a deeper voice: "Young Master Hua has examined the patient and concluded that it was caused by poisoning, but Young Master Hua has not yet found out what the poison is."
When Chu Zixi heard this, she was startled and the herbs in her hand trembled slightly.
She raised her head, looked at Jun Feimo, and said, "I'll go take a look."
Jun Feimo nodded in agreement.
So, they quickly left the palace.
Jun Feimo hugged Chu Zixi and jumped onto a horse. The horse let out a loud cry and then ran quickly.
Tianyi and Anyi also jumped on their horses and followed behind.
After arriving at the military camp, the group went straight to the wounded camp. Because they had been informed in advance, all the poisoned soldiers were transferred here for unified treatment.
Everyone walked quickly and soon arrived at their destination.
At this time, the scene in the wounded camp was horrific. A group of soldiers with foam at the mouth and unbearable abdominal pain were huddled together in agony. Their faces were as pale as paper, their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat, and their eyes revealed endless pain and despair.
The military doctors were anxiously walking around with various medicine bottles in their hands, but faced with such a difficult condition, they didn't know how to start.
Hua Qianyi frowned, quickly prepared several antidotes, and then personally served the prepared medicine to the suffering soldiers.
However, what shocked everyone was that after taking the medicine, the soldiers' condition not only did not improve, but became even worse.
Hua Qianyi couldn't help but feel annoyed. He scratched his hair vigorously and muttered in a low voice: "What on earth is going on? This shouldn't be..."
Just as Hua Qianyi fell into deep thought, Chu Zixi and Jun Feimo walked into the wounded camp together.