Chapter 134: No way?

Where is the imperial physician? At that moment, an angry shout.

Your Majesty, the imperial physicians are in the carriage, they're still behind. Xi Gonggong walks with a limp; although he knows how to ride a horse, this is not the way to ride.

But Your Majesty rides a horse—are you making him sit in a carriage?

Don't even think about it—that's a sure way to lose your head.

So slow!

The emperor muttered, but upon seeing Jiang Yunchu covered in blood...

Your Majesty, let us Jiang Manor handle this. Young Lady Kang stepped forward and made a slight bow.

Bai Zhi, Zi Su, we'll lift him onto a board first, then when the carriage arrives we'll move the board directly. Young Lady Kang, heartbroken, wiped her tears as she instructed Zi Su.

Zi Su nodded and had the Regent Prince's Manor staff go fetch a board.

Over there, the emperor's face was dark as ink; after glancing at the Kang Fu staff, he finally sighed.

What about the Capital Prefecture? Go search there—I want to see who has the gall to do this!

Under the emperor's feet, in the capital of Da Ning, they dare to abduct people openly.

Yes.

The government offices that had come spread out to search for evidence, but everywhere they went they found only corpses and bloodstains—a shocking sight.

Fear of this princess consort of the Regent Prince's Manor deepened in their hearts.

Not to mention her favor with the emperor, this ruthless method alone is beyond what an ordinary inner‑court woman could possess.

Three days later……

Mm! Jiang Yunchu felt an itch all over, her whole body in extreme pain.

Princess consort, don't move! Zi Su saw the princess consort reach out and quickly grabbed her.

The imperial physician applied the medicine; these need external application, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Three days ago, the princess consort returned to the Wang Fu; seeing her wounds all over, there was not a single spot of uninjured flesh.

She wiped her gently, afraid of hurting the princess consort.

Zi Su. Jiang Yunchu's voice was hoarse, with a tearing‑like pain.

Princess consort, you scared us to death. These days she has held back her tears.

But at the moment she saw the princess consort wake up, she couldn't hold back—tears streamed down her cheeks.

Jiang Yunchu reached out, but then she fell limp again.

My throat hurts. She said helplessly.

Zi Su hurriedly got up, flustered, and went to pour tea.

At this moment she was no longer the calm, composed maid Zi Su, but a flesh‑and‑blood Zi Su who knows fear.

Jiang Yunchu looked at her, then at herself—her body wrapped up like a ball.

In other words……

This technique really isn't very good.

But she doesn't know that all this is because her injuries were too severe; if her constitution were a bit weaker, it's uncertain whether she could have survived.

That vice general has already gone into the shadows, bit by bit receiving news from the Wang Fu.

From this moment on, he finally came to understand the princess consort.

From the start, he felt she was ruthless, felt she slaughtered the innocents.

Up to now, aside from respect, his heart is filled with deep admiration.

He doesn't leave the Wang Fu army because he admires the general's character and because the general saved his life—he wants to keep this life to repay the general.

You don't know, ah, the princess consort is covered in wounds—I heard the imperial physicians all shook their heads, saying she probably won't make it. An old cook lady who prepares meals; these days she's been boiling soups, who knows how many stews she's made; however she brings them over, she takes them back the same way.

The princess consort shows no response at all, indicating she hasn't awakened.

Regent Prince's Manor, hearts are uneasy.

When there was a princess consort, they had a mainstay; now the princess consort has collapsed, the imperial noble consort has gone to the ancestral temple, and the young master and young lady are still too young to hold things together.

These people are all as unsettled as in a storm; nobody longs more than they do for the princess consort to recover.

What did you say? She won't make it? That shadow asked.

My heart panicked—at that moment it didn't look that serious!

How could a person just not make it?

If the general found out, he'd go crazy!

For a moment he didn't know whether to pass the information to the general.

Jiang Yunchu didn't know that during the time she was injured, the outside was in chaos.

Mother. At that moment a little maid ran in from outside, she lay beside the bed with wide eyes, looking at Jiang Yunchu.

But as she looked, her little mouth pouted, and eventually she couldn't hold back—she burst into loud wails.

Mother, next time don't save Yue Yue—she's fine.

When she woke up, mother was ill, her body covered in wounds; blood flowed out basin after basin, while three imperial physicians and two female officials busied themselves nonstop all night.

The emperor further bestowed hundred‑year ginseng, replacing a slice each hour to sustain her life.

Only then was she snatched back from the gates of hell.

Silly girl, I am your mother—if I don't save you, who will?

She drank a cup of tea; now her throat is much better, no longer dry and scratchy.

But her whole body has no strength, as if her stored energy had been completely drained.

Princess consort, this old official needs to take your pulse. An old imperial physician with a white beard and white hair, walking somewhat unsteadily.

His unsteadiness is half due to age, half due to fright.

His Majesty has indeed issued an imperial edict; if the Regent's Consort is not well, they will bring their heads to see him.

Their lives are bound together with this Princess Consort's life.

"Thank you for your trouble." Jiang Yunchu, with Zi Su's help, extended their arm.

The old imperial physician took the pulse, then stood up, stepped back three paces, and performed a bow.

"The Princess Consort's foundation is good; her body has already recovered more than half, and her life is considered saved."

When they said this, they also breathed a sigh of relief; the Princess Consort's life is saved, and their heads can also be considered to remain on their necks.

"Why do I have no strength all over?" Jiang Yunchu asked doubtfully.

They would like to take their own pulse, but now they cannot move at all.

"The Princess Consort has wounds in multiple places, and her vitality is severely depleted; she needs gradual recuperation, it won't be cured overnight." The old imperial physician answered speechlessly.

In other words, this Regent's Consort is also someone who can cause trouble.

"Please have the imperial physician prescribe a remedy." Zi Su walked over and then invited the imperial physician to the side hall.

The imperial physician had written the prescription, which needed to be copied by the palace physician; afterwards, the imperial physician's prescription also had to be submitted to the Imperial Medical Institute for record.

The palace physician then began to prepare the medicine according to the imperial physician's prescription, and decocted it.

"Princess Consort, you really can't scare people like this." Zi Su returned to the room, endured and endured, but finally could not hold back.

At that time, Zi Su also knew that the Princess Consort had no choice.

But they were truly worried sick.

These days, Bai Zhi has been practicing martial arts every day; this time, the blow to Bai Zhi has been great.