The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Chapter 1806 His life is no longer in danger

Cheng Youning nodded. Upon learning that Zhuoyang had breathed in but not out, Cheng Youning's hands turned icy cold. He had seen dead people before, but he had never encountered a familiar person committing suicide. Moreover, this person had just been drinking tea, eating, and chatting with him face to face, and had even given him a sachet. And now, this person had committed suicide.

Qiao Rong had just whispered her analysis to him, and he hadn't believed it. He couldn't believe that someone who could talk and laugh so easily would commit suicide, and Qiao Rong had actually guessed right. But why could Qiao Rong guess that Zhuoyang wanted to commit suicide, and why could his great-uncle guess it too, while he, who had eaten and drunk tea with Zhuoyang, was completely oblivious? Why did she want to commit suicide? Even now, Cheng Youning still didn't know why this person wanted to commit suicide. "Great-uncle, you must save her! Your grandson doesn't want to see her die!"

Wan Lianxing looked at the old steward and said, "Send someone to escort the Crown Prince back to his residence. For the next few days, punish him by confining him to his quarters and making him copy the 'Crown Prince's Instructions' ten times!"

Cheng Youning looked up at Wan Lianxing and pleaded, "Grandpa, I know I was wrong. Can you take me in to see Zhuoyang?"

"Send the Crown Prince back!" Wan Lianxing's tone left no room for negotiation.

At the old steward's single glance, a squad of guards surrounded her. Cheng Youning dared not disobey and had no choice but to leave Chenqing Palace, glancing back every few steps.

The flickering lights inside the palace were so eerie that it made one afraid to breathe. The guards and palace servants in the courtyard clenched their teeth, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the peace of the emperor standing in the courtyard.

Only the old steward was busy running around, and every now and then he would ask, "Where is the imperial physician?"

These words sounded more like a question for the Emperor to Sui Ying. The Emperor's face was calm, but his heart was also stirred. Zhuo Yang was the princess of Da Lang. She was neither imprisoned nor killed, but only confined in Chen Qing Palace. No matter what the Emperor's intentions were, she could not be allowed to die!

Suiying took out another hemostatic pill from her bosom and said to the Emperor, "I'll give her another one to help her hold on a little longer!" Suiying took two steps out and then stepped back to the Emperor's side, asking in a low voice, "Your Majesty, would you like to go in and take a look?"

What Suiying really wanted to say was, "This person is barely clinging to life. Do you want to go in and check if she's still alive? If she dies, we'll never see her again!"

Wan Lianxing stood stiffly in the center of the courtyard, not even glancing at the chair the guards brought him. Once inside, the Emperor, aside from punishing the Crown Prince, barely uttered a word; the old steward and Suiying handled everything. No one knew what he was thinking. This place was like the Cold Palace, a place the Emperor never set foot in. Even so, everyone knew the Emperor didn't want Zhuoyang of Chenqing Palace to die!

Suiying's words finally prompted the Emperor to speak, "If she can't hear my voice, perhaps she can still be saved. But if she knows I'm here, she will close her eyes immediately!"

The old steward waved to Suiying, signaling him not to bother the Emperor. Suiying wanted to say that a person who is determined to die cannot be saved, and even if saved, he would still seek death. Unfortunately, the old steward stopped him from saying it, so he could only stride into the house.

Beside the rosewood chaise lounge where they had just finished their meal, a person lay curled up, a pair of silver-handled scissors stuck in their chest, blood flowing all over the floor.

Suiying pried open her mouth and stuffed the hemostatic pill in her hand into Zhuoyang's mouth.

Two hemostatic pills kept Zhuoyang alive until the Imperial Hospital finally arrived.

Li, the Imperial Physician, arrived quickly with two deputies and knelt before Wan Lianxing, saying, "Your humble servant greets Your Majesty. May Your Majesty enjoy boundless blessings and peace!"

Wan Lianxing raised his chin. "The person is inside. Go in and take a look!"

Wan Lianxing's seemingly casual remark was, to Li Yuanpan, who knew him well, like a death order! "Your subject obeys!"

Imperial Physician Li strode into the room and looked at Zhuoyang lying in a pool of blood. The sight was horrifying. He shook his head and sighed inwardly. Last time, they had dispatched several imperial physicians to pull this person back from the brink of death, and today she had committed suicide again.

Li Yuanpan said in a deep voice to the two palace servants guarding Zhuoyang inside the room, "Both of you, step back!"

He bent down to examine the wound, his brow furrowed—a new wound on top of an old scar, the spot where the scissors had been inserted coincided with the old scar from last time. Wasn't this giving the Imperial Hospital a difficult problem?

After nearly an hour of fussing, Judge Li finally emerged with two deputies.

At this moment, Wan Lianxing was still in the courtyard. Li Yuanpan quickly stepped forward, bowed, and replied in a calm and steady voice: "Your Majesty, Miss Zhuoyang is no longer in mortal danger. However, the new wound on her chest overlaps with the old scar, and the wound is quite deep. She has lost too much blood and will need several more hours to wake up. It is thanks to those two hemostatic pills that she was saved. Miss Zhuoyang's pulse is weak and scattered, and her heart meridian is congested. It is best to keep all sharp weapons away from her and supplement her with liver-soothing and depression-relieving decoctions so that she can slowly recover."

The court judge's meaning was very clear: Zhuoyang's illness was mental; even if he woke up, he would still try to kill himself, and someone needed to keep an eye on him!

The Emperor remained silent for a long time. By the light of the courtyard lamp, Li Yuanpan secretly glanced at the Emperor. The Emperor's expression was calm, and his eyes were calm and undisturbed. After a while, Wan Lianxing finally dismissed the others.

After leaving Chenqing Palace, Imperial Physician Li breathed a sigh of relief!

At this moment, the old steward spoke up, "Your Majesty, it's getting late. This old servant will accompany you inside to see Miss Zhuoyang, and then we'll return to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to rest!"

Wan Lianxing nodded and walked ahead with a leisurely gait, as if he were not going to see a girl who had just been pulled back from the brink of death, but rather to chat with an old friend.

The room reeked of blood, and the palace servants in Chenqing Palace were carefully attending to the patient by the bedside.

The palace servants were puzzled. When this Miss Zhuoyang was desperately trying to see the Emperor but couldn't, and her life was hanging by a thread, the Emperor finally arrived.

The woman on the bed had lost all color in her face and looked like a dead person.

Wan Lianxing finally sighed.

The old steward thoughtfully said from the side, "Your Majesty, do not worry. This old servant will have someone assign a few servants to Chenqing Palace in a little while, so that such a thing will not happen again."

Wan Lianxing said, "It seems she's been wanting to commit suicide for a long time!"

The old steward lowered his voice further, his tone tinged with worry, "A princess from a fallen kingdom, even if we rescue her this time, there may be a next time."

Wan Lianxing nodded; he knew everything the old steward was saying!

The old steward asked the worker guarding the place, "Why is there only one servant serving Chenqing Palace—you?"

"Reporting to the old steward, the young lady doesn't like large groups of people, so she sent one away, leaving only this servant!"

It was almost past midnight when Zhong Siyu received the news and rushed over!

"Concubine, please pay your respects to the Emperor!"

Seeing Zhong Siyu with her hair disheveled and clothes casually, Wan Lianxing frowned. "Empress, what brings you here?"

"I heard that Princess Zhuoyang committed suicide. I was worried about her, so I got up to come. How is Princess Zhuoyang?"

Wan Lianxing glanced at Zhuoyang's face, which was ashen, and whispered, "His life is no longer in danger!"