AWB Chapter 415 Someone Tried to Harm Me
Chapter 415 Someone Tried to Harm Me
The palace maids knelt on the ground. They all saw that red spots had suddenly appeared on Consort Zheng's originally porcelain-like face, making her look terrifying.
"Summon the imperial physician! Summon the imperial physician quickly!" Consort Zheng was trembling all over. She felt an excruciating itch on her face. She wanted to scratch, but she was afraid of breaking the skin, so she could only endure it.
She dared not imagine how she would live if her face were ruined.
The emperor and empress were alarmed, but Emperor Cheng thought she was just being silly as usual, so he not only ignored it himself, but also forbade the empress to send anyone to inquire.
Most of the imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Academy arrived, and it was finally diagnosed by Chief Physician Jiang as a venomous rash that first appeared on the face and eventually spread all over the body. It was extremely itchy, and if one couldn't resist scratching it, it would leave permanent scars.
"Your Majesty, please remember not to scratch it with your hands," Jiang Yuanzheng instructed.
"How long will it take to recover?" Consort Zheng asked, her hands trembling.
"This rash is highly virulent and will likely take more than a month to heal."
Will it leave a scar?
"Your Majesty, rest assured, as long as you don't scratch it, there will be no scars."
Consort Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Go and send a message to the Emperor. I wish to see the Emperor."
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid that won't work. The pathogenic factors of this rash can easily spread to those around you. You'll probably have to rest for a while."
"What?" Even the foolish Consort Zheng realized something was wrong.
If she doesn't see the emperor for a month, she won't be able to plead for mercy, and her son is reflecting on his mistakes. Wouldn't she lose all initiative in this situation?
"Someone must be trying to frame me. I must write a memorial and send it to the Emperor."
Jiang Yuanzheng wouldn't respond to that, and said directly, "Your Majesty, please wait a moment, I will go and write a prescription for you."
"If you can cure me, I will reward you handsomely," Consort Zheng said, and then continued, "Someone, bring me paper and pen."
Someone must have poisoned her, otherwise how could she have suddenly been poisoned, especially at this crucial moment?
The emperor received the news the next morning, but after hearing that it was just a common rash, he became even more suspicious that it was a self-inflicted injury by Consort Zheng.
After all, the person who should be most anxious at this time is Consort Zheng.
However, since speculation cannot be taken as the truth, he still sent people to investigate.
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The results of the imperial examinations have been released. Shen Li sat by the window on the second floor, watching Wei Zheng walk out of the crowd dejectedly. Cheng Ruojin, who had come to see the results with her, was sitting opposite her.
Cheng Ruojin's gaze lingered on Wei Zheng for a long while before she sighed, "This scholar in white is truly handsome, and his eyes and brows reveal his talent. How could he have failed the exam?"
"Are you referring to that scholar with the purple jade pendant hanging from his waist, sister?" Shen Li asked.
"Exactly."
Shen Li smiled and shook her head: "Sister, you guessed wrong. This is Wei Zheng, who ranked fourth in the provincial examination."
"Fourth place? That's a very good result. Someone as handsome as him should at least be a third-place scholar in the imperial examination. Shouldn't he be happy?" Cheng Ruojin said, looking over again. The more she looked, the more pleasing he became.
“My dear sister, you may not know this, but this man is a renowned scholar, the most popular candidate for the top scholar position, and his talent is extraordinary.” Shen Li explained, “He must be somewhat disappointed that he didn’t become the top scholar.”
"Really?" Cheng Ruojin was pleasantly surprised and asked, "Does your sister know if he is married? What is his character like?"
Shen Li paused for a moment before realizing what was going on, and couldn't help but laugh, "I only know that he is not married. As for his character, you'll have to judge for yourself, sister."