Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 193 The Woman in the Cave (2)

Tao Yun stood quietly outside the bedroom.

She knew that her son-in-law and the prince must have something extremely important to discuss and should not be disturbed.

Rumors circulated that Luo Yuheng and Emperor Ninghe had a terrible relationship and would never speak to each other again. But that was probably not the case. Besides his children, the only people Luo Yuheng truly cared about were Emperor Ninghe and the Empress Dowager. In the afternoon, Luo Yuheng concealed his true feelings very well, and the smile on his face didn't change much. But Song Yan could sense that Luo Yuheng's aura had suddenly dimmed considerably.

The forced smile couldn't hide the deep worry in her eyes.

The effects of the alcohol on Luo Yuheng seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

She stared blankly at Song Yan, seemingly surprised that her son-in-law had noticed something that so many others couldn't. It was no wonder she had always treated him so well... unlike those three heartless people, Tian Shu, Tian Quan, and Tian Yang.

Then she smiled faintly, reached out and gently stroked Song Yan's hair, as if treating Song Yan like a cat, her slender fingers sliding down her hair again and again. After a long while, Luo Yuheng finally let out a soft sigh, slightly tinged with alcohol: "Yan'er, there are some things that you can't get involved in right now."

"Go, let's go."

"Let's go to Liaodong as soon as possible."

"after……"

"Don't come back."

The voice was soft, tinged with a hint of sadness.

Song Yan remained silent.

Judging from this, something extremely important must have happened at the palace, and Emperor Ninghe's condition may have suddenly deteriorated.

Luo Yuheng is a person who values ​​family ties very much. Her greatest wish is for her son, daughter-in-law, daughter, and son-in-law to all be around her, which would make her very happy.

And now, they're actually saying things like "Don't come back."

Luo Tianyang's petty tricks couldn't hide from Luo Yuheng, but Luo Yuheng didn't stop him and instead tacitly approved of it, perhaps because he wanted Luo Tianyang to take the opportunity to escape the vortex. After all, although Luo Tianyang's strength was considerable, his mind was too simple, and he would likely be in even greater danger in that chaotic vortex.

"Is Emperor Ninghe seriously ill?" After a long silence, Song Yan slowly asked.

She bit her lip with her pearly white teeth: "Brother, he did not fall into the river like Father. He just caught a cold."

"This isn't a serious illness, is it? If you're in better health, you can probably tough it out." Song Yan frowned.

Luo Yuheng gave a bitter smile: "That should be the case, but the imperial physicians at the Imperial Hospital have been treating me for almost a month, and the cold has not only shown no signs of improvement, but has actually gotten worse. The situation is very bad now, and I'm afraid my body won't last much longer, a month? Or even half a month?"

Song Yan let out a breath.

The so-called "wind-cold" was nothing more than a common cold. The imperial physicians wouldn't be so incapable of curing even a cold; they'd probably been bribed. Speaking of which, these emperors of Ningguo were quite similar to those of the mid-to-late Ming Dynasty, such as Zhu Houzhao and Zhu Youxiao.

"Can't we find a healer from outside?" Song Yan pursed her lips. "If only I could enter the palace..."

Luo Yuheng shook his head: "No..."

"Every time my elder brother had the idea of ​​finding a doctor from the common people, before he could even take action, many old ministers would suddenly appear from nowhere, kneel before him, and weep bitterly, saying things like the emperor's health is the foundation of Ningguo's state and cannot be compromised, and that the doctors from the common people are not skilled enough to treat the emperor."

"Moreover, the situation within the palace is complex. Although my elder brother controls some of the eunuchs and palace maids, he does not control them all. Some time ago, a leader of the Imperial City Guard betrayed us, which resulted in serious losses."

"If we were to bring you into the capital, you would probably be stopped before you even got to the palace gates."

The situation is indeed very bad.

Previously, the Yang family had only tolerated Ning He's actions to avoid a complete break with them. However, once the Yang family prepares to take action, it seems that all Ning He can do is avoid being directly assassinated.

"Are you sure it's not poisoning, but just a simple illness?" Song Yan asked.

“My brother’s food and water are tested for poison by eunuchs every day, so it should not be poisoning.”

After thinking for a moment, Song Yan reached into his pocket and found some medicine in his palm: "This is amoxicillin, this is acetaminophen, this is cephalosporin, penicillin..."

Song Yan introduced each item one by one, most of which were commonly used medicines for treating colds, fevers, and coughs.

"The medication should be taken about three times a day, one tablet each time, after meals. Try each medication for one day. If there is improvement, continue taking it; if not, switch to another one."

There are many different types of colds.

If this were happening in today's society, which doctor would dare to prescribe medication like this? It would likely cause a doctor-patient conflict.

However, Emperor Ninghe has no other choice now. Most of the medications available are anti-inflammatory drugs, fever reducers, and cough suppressants. Even if they are ineffective, they can at most reduce inflammation. Anyway, they won't kill him.

Emperor Ninghe shouldn't be so unlucky as to be allergic to penicillin.

Luo Yuheng's eyes began to sparkle as he looked at the strange pills Song Yan had taken out. His previously hazy gaze suddenly became clearer.

"Yan'er..."

“These medicines can treat almost all types of colds,” Song Yan smiled. “Moreover, they are small in size and easier to carry. If sewn into a hidden place in clothing, they should be able to be brought into the palace.”

"There's no need to brew the medicine, so it won't attract attention."

"That old eunuch shouldn't have left yet. Let's find a way to bring these medicines back."

"By the way, don't drink alcohol."

……

Song Yan stayed in Luo Yuheng's room for quite some time, not leaving until midnight. Emperor Ninghe cannot die yet.

We need to hold on for a few more years.

He had done all he could; whether he survived was entirely up to Emperor Ninghe's fate. If Emperor Ninghe could pull through this time, perhaps he could take the opportunity to eliminate some more people, and the situation would improve slightly in the future…

Thinking this, he returned to his bedroom.

It was deserted and not a single person could be seen.

In the middle is a wooden bucket filled with hot water, steaming hot.

Song Yan then took off her coat and hung it on the rack: "Banxia?"

"Siyao?"

I called out twice, but there was no response at all.

Song Yan was surprised and laughed. It was true that the life of ancient nobles had worn down his mind. In his previous life, he had lived alone for more than 20 years, and in this world, he had lived alone for more than 10 years. He had only been living a good life for a few days. Did he not have anyone to serve him and could not even take a bath?

Indeed, people can fall into depravity very quickly.

After making a complaint, Song Yan took off her clothes. She smelled strongly of alcohol, which was not pleasant. Her body was soaking in the warm water, which made her feel like she didn't want to get out.

The heat intensified the effects of the alcohol, and a dizzy feeling lingered in his mind. Song Yan's eyelids drooped, and he actually fell asleep.

Then something landed on his shoulder, and his eyes slowly opened.

They are slender and beautiful fingers, like green onions or white jade.

Slightly cool.

He tilted his head back and looked up along the lotus root-like arms, only to see a woman wearing a white dress.

A graceful and elegant lady.

Her fair and delicate neck was as long and elegant as a swan's.

The same white veil covered her pretty face, making it impossible to see her true appearance.

Song Yan smiled and said, "It's you."

It was that woman from the cave; I hadn't seen her in a long time.

This should be considered the first time they met while both were in the light and sober... Well, Song Yan was actually a bit drunk. He turned to the side, as if gesturing to the mysterious woman that there was still plenty of room in the bathtub, and they could all get down and bathe together.

If Song Yan were thinking clearly, he wouldn't have done something so foolish.

Her dark eyes simply stared silently at Song Yan, showing no intention of going into the water, which made Song Yan somewhat dissatisfied. He then stretched out his arm and hooked his arm around the mysterious woman's slender waist.

Apply a little force.

With a splash, her shapely body fell into the water. Faintly, one could hear a soft cry. Before the woman could react, Song Yan exerted force again, and their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Song Yan once swore that he would definitely turn the tables and take charge.

The bright moonlight streamed through the window, filling the bedroom.

Ripples spread across the surface of the bathtub.

……

It was an unsettling night.

Songzhou Prefecture.

Wenlin Long Street.

The Yi River, its waters gently caressing the banks, making subtle sounds.

Da da da da…

The crisp sound of footsteps was particularly clear in the silent night.

She was a tall, voluptuous figure, the moonlight casting a long shadow, her skirt trailing on the ground, stained with layers of dirt. But now was not the time to care about such things.

The woman ran very fast, glancing back as she went.

Not far behind, several figures were rapidly approaching under the moonlight.

They had no weapons, but there was no doubt that being captured by these people would lead to a very bad outcome.

The woman ran faster and faster, but she could not widen the distance between herself and her opponent. Moreover, her stamina was not very good. The long run had left her panting, her face was abnormally red, and beads of sweat dampened her flowing hair, sticking to her face. Her delicate features now showed a slight dishevelment.

Yeah.

Suddenly, the woman cried out in surprise.

But her shoe stepped on the hem of her skirt, and she fell to the ground with a thud.

(End of this chapter)