Chapter 88: Begging the Goddess to Save My Mother

The night wind blew past.

The red candle flickered, on the verge of extinguishing.

Inside the Cold Palace, a panicked cry suddenly rang out.

"Consort Yun, what is wrong with you?"

"My Lady, please do not frighten this servant..."

A palace maid rushed out from the palace hall, crying out as she ran to the entrance and pounded hard against the palace gate.

"Someone come! Quickly, go invite an imperial physician; the Consort is gravely ill and is not going to make it!"

An iron chain as thick as an arm locked the palace gate.

Outside the gate, no one responded.

Xiao Moting stood behind the bushes and suddenly looked up.

Was he... still too late?

He lunged out, reached the entrance in two or three strides, and shoved open the rickety wooden door.

"Mother!"

The old nanny guarding the bedside turned her head, saw Xiao Moting, and immediately screamed in terror.

"Ah—"

Xiao Moting lunged forward in a single stride and covered her mouth with his hand.

"Lai Mama, it is me."

Under the candlelight, his features were heroic and his eyes deep.

The old nanny held her breath in shock, staring at him in disbelief.

She spoke tentatively.

"Prin... ce..."

When he was a child, she had taken care of Xiao Moting.

Consort Yun had been breathtakingly beautiful in her youth, and Xiao Moting resembled her by fifty percent.

Although his heroic and cold temperament was completely different from Consort Yun's, his features were just as exquisitely handsome, with deep contours!

Lai Mama recognized him.

Xiao Moting nodded calmly and released his hand.

He had no time for more words and threw himself toward the bedside.

"Mother! Your son has returned."

On the bed lay a thin, small woman, roughly forty years of age, yet her black hair was already streaked with gray.

She wore a dress of Coarse Cloth and lay on the bed in a coma, completely unaware of Xiao Moting's calls.

Xiao Moting fell to his knees by the bedside with a thud.

He looked at Consort Yun, his throat bobbing heavily, and his long, narrow eyes instantly turned bloodshot.

Lai Mama finally managed to collect herself.

She lunged forward in agitation, grabbed Xiao Moting's arm, and cried out.

"Prince! You... have returned!"

"Prince, you have finally returned. The Consort has waited for you for over a decade, thinking of you day and night, until her eyes have almost gone blind from weeping..."

Xiao Moting's eyes were red; he suppressed the emotions in his heart and asked in a deep, stern voice.

"Lai Mama, what has happened to my mother?"

Lai Mama sobbed as she spoke.

"Prince, Consort Yun has always suffered from a heart ailment. After being cast into the Cold Palace, the excessive cold caused her heart ailment to flare up several times."

"The Consort's heart ailment requires medicine to manage, but in a place like the Cold Palace, the Imperial Hospital will not send good medicine over."

"Last night, the Consort's condition worsened. This servant went to invite an imperial physician, but... De Guifei suddenly had a headache. The Emperor was worried and ordered all the physicians from the Imperial Hospital to wait outside De Guifei's Lihua Palace, forbidding them from leaving."

Lai Mama wiped her tears incessantly, crying hoarsely.

Xiao Moting's fingers clenched tightly.

His mother was gravely ill and in mortal danger, yet no one cared.

And yet, for a mere headache, De Guifei could summon all the physicians from the Imperial Hospital!

In Beijiang, he had slaughtered and repelled one hundred thousand barbarians, defeated the famous general of Daye, Wanyan Yi, and destroyed his three hundred thousand strong troops!

Yet... his own mother could not even obtain a single dose of medicine to treat her heart ailment.

Xiao Moting clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

He closed his eyes.

In his ears, it was as if Bai Wei's voice were ringing out.

"... Xiao Moting, ask yourself, who are you fighting for?"

"Is it for the Emperor? For the Imperial Court? Or for the Daliang Dynasty and all the common people?"

Xiao Moting opened his eyes; his handsome face was cold and ruthless, and darkness filled his gaze.

Who was he fighting for, after all?

Heaven is unkind, treating all things as straw dogs!

If the world is unjust, he will overthrow this Imperial City!

"My Lady... My Lady..."

In Xiao Moting's ears came Lai Mama's panicked cries.

He snapped back to reality and saw a trace of fresh blood spilling from the corner of Consort Yun's mouth, and his heart suddenly tightened.

At this moment, the palace maid from before rushed in, her voice choked with sobs.

"Lai Mama, the palace gate has been locked. I knocked for a long time, but no one paid any attention."

"A passing eunuch said that all the imperial physicians are at Lihua Palace and have no time to care whether the consort lives or dies; he told me to stop shouting, lest I disturb the Emperor and get punished again."

Suddenly, she saw Xiao Moting and was instantly stunned.

Lai Mama hurried forward, "This is the Fourth Prince of Beijiang; do not make a scene."

The palace maid was a close confidante of Yunfei; after regaining her senses, she nodded repeatedly.

But the next moment, she burst into tears again.

"Without an imperial physician, the consort won't make it through tonight..."

Xiao Moting took a deep breath.

He stood up abruptly, turned, and walked out of the palace gate.

By the wall, Qin Zhan and Xiao Dabao were drenched in sweat, just finishing placing the Wardrobe.

Xiao Moting walked to the Wardrobe and picked up the white chalk stone.

"Goddess, Xiao Moting wishes to ask you for something."

"I beg you to save my mother..."

As soon as he finished writing, Bai Wei's handwriting appeared on the Wardrobe.

"I know, I will save her."

"But you must remember well what I am about to say."

"Only in this way can I help her."

Xiao Moting possessed a photographic memory and firmly committed Bai Wei's words to heart.

He immediately returned to the palace and reached out to place his index and middle fingers on the pulse point of Yunfei's wrist.

Although he did not understand medicine and did not know why Bai Wei had asked him to do this.

But he trusted Bai Wei.

A wisp of Bai Wei's consciousness came to Daliang through the Jade Pendant.

She closed her eyes and, through Xiao Moting, felt Yunfei's pulse.

The pulse was as thin as a thread, and the Qi and blood were obstructed.

Xiao Moting followed the method Bai Wei had just taught him, pried open Yunfei's mouth, lifted her eyelids...

Looking, listening, asking, and feeling the pulse.

Bai Wei understood Yunfei's condition.

However, her heart sank abruptly.

... Yunfei's heart ailment was a serious heart disease!

Even in the modern era, heart disease cannot be cured by medication alone.

To treat it, surgery is required!

Although the medical skills of the Northern Frontier Army doctors had improved under her guidance and they could perform simple trauma surgeries, such as setting fractures, removing arrowheads, and suturing wounds...

But heart surgery is extremely precise; even in the modern era, it must be performed by qualified doctors.

With the current level of the Northern Frontier Army doctors, they were not yet capable of it.

Bai Wei could not go to Daliang, nor could she guide the army doctors to perform heart surgery through simple instructions, so Yunfei's illness could not be cured at the root and could only be managed conservatively.

Xiao Moting followed Bai Wei's instructions, performed a series of operations such as feeling the pulse and checking the tongue, and then quickly returned to the Wardrobe.

At this time, Bai Wei had already left him a message.

"Xiao Moting, I'm sorry, I cannot cure your mother's illness for the time being."

"But don't worry; as long as your mother takes her medicine on time and maintains her health according to my words, nothing will happen."

"Let Yunfei rest and recover well; when the time is right in the future, I will definitely cure her."

Xiao Moting held his breath.

Was his mother's condition... actually this serious?

Even the Goddess could not completely cure it.

"Goddess, you have done your best; Xiao Moting thanks you!"

"Xiao Moting, wait for me a moment; I am going to buy medicine immediately. As long as Yunfei takes her medicine on time, she will not easily have an attack!"

"Good, I will wait for you."

Xiao Moting let out a long breath.

With Bai Wei's words, he felt relieved.

Just at this moment, Lai Mama suddenly ran out frantically.

"Prince, the consort has stopped breathing..."

Xiao Moting froze, his blood turning to ice.