diymy Chapter 253 Imperial Physician Wang comes to deliver abortion medicine and happens to run into Qin M
Chapter 253 Imperial Physician Wang comes to deliver abortion medicine and happens to run into Qin M
The scroll in Xu Fenghua's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
She quickly bent down to pick it up, but her movements were somewhat clumsy due to her panic.
He's here?
At this time?
Countless thoughts flashed through Xu Fenghua's mind in an instant.
But she didn't have time to think about it.
She quickly straightened her robes, stood up, and walked out of the pavilion.
As soon as I stepped out of the pavilion, I saw that moon-white figure slowly walking along the cobblestone path.
Qin Mu.
Today he wore a moon-white, wide-sleeved robe, covered with a matching thin gauze cloak. His long hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, with the rest falling over his shoulders, gleaming faintly in the morning light.
His pace was unhurried, his posture languid and composed.
The sunlight shone on him, illuminating his handsome face with exceptional clarity.
A faint, ambiguous smile played at the corners of his lips, and his deep eyes were fixed on her.
When Xu Fenghua met that gaze, a complex and indescribable emotion welled up inside her.
Why is he here?
Why at this particular time?
Why did it happen while she was waiting for Wang Jimin to deliver the medicine?
Her heart clenched suddenly, and her fingers trembled slightly inside her sleeve.
But years of forbearance and shrewdness allowed her to quickly regain her composure.
She took a deep breath and stepped forward to meet them.
She stopped three steps in front of Qin Mu.
Then--
She bowed deeply.
"Your Majesty, I pay my respects."
Her voice was very soft and gentle, revealing no emotion.
But the moment she knelt down,
Her body instinctively arched slightly.
The movement was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible.
Just as her knees touched the ground, her waist bent slightly, and her hands instinctively protected her lower abdomen.
As if worried about encountering something.
The movement lasted only a moment, as fast as a flash of light.
But Qin Mu's gaze caught that subtle change in that instant.
A barely perceptible deep meaning flashed in his eyes.
But he didn't say anything.
He simply reached out and gently supported her arm.
"My dear concubine, there's no need for such formalities," he said gently.
The force was light, yet it lifted her up in a way that left no room for refusal.
Xu Fenghua stood up and stood with her hands at her sides.
Her gaze fell on the hem of his moon-white robe.
I didn't dare look at him.
"Is my beloved concubine reading a book?"
Qin Mu's voice rang out, tinged with a hint of amusement.
Xu Fenghua raised her head and followed his gaze.
On the stone table in the pavilion, the Book of Songs was still open, its pages turning gently in the morning breeze.
She nodded slightly.
"Return to Your Majesty,"
She said, her voice still steady, "When I have nothing to do, I read books to pass the time. This palace is too boring, and Your Majesty doesn't come often, so I have to find things to do myself."
These words were spoken naturally, even carrying a hint of subtle resentment.
A perfectly timed melancholy.
It expresses one's situation without seeming too deliberate.
Qin Mu looked at her and smiled softly.
"Then it was my fault," he said.
Xu Fenghua lowered her eyes slightly, her voice soft:
"Your Majesty, I dare not."
Looking at her submissive appearance, Qin Mu's smile deepened.
He stepped into the pavilion.
Sit down on the stone bench.
Xu Fenghua stood to the side, motionless.
Qin Mu looked up at her.
Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the eaves, casting dappled shadows on his face.
"My beloved consort," he said softly, "how about you accompany me for a walk later?"
Xu Fenghua was slightly taken aback.
Want to go for a walk?
She looked up at him.
A complex emotion flickered in those amber eyes.
Why would he suddenly want her to stay with him?
What does he want to do?
There was also a deep sense of helplessness, why did it have to be at this time?
But she didn't show it at all.
She merely gave a slight curtsy, her voice soft:
"That would be my honor."
Qin Mu nodded.
"Then it's settled," he said.
Then, he started chatting.
Ask about her daily life, her diet, and whether she was used to living in the palace.
The questions were all very ordinary, as ordinary as a husband who cared about his concubine.
But with every answer Xu Fenghua gave, she was on edge.
She knew that Qin Mu wouldn't come looking for her for no reason.
He would never ask her to go out for a walk without a reason.
He must have some ulterior motive.
She just couldn't figure it out yet.
Time slipped away slowly in this seemingly relaxed but actually tense chat.
As the sunlight gradually rises, it filters through the gaps in the eaves, casting increasingly shorter shadows on the floor.
Xu Fenghua's heart tightened more and more.
As agreed, Wang Jimin would arrive soon.
He carried that packet of abortion pills with him.
If Wang Jimin comes and finds Qin Mu here...
Her fingers slowly tightened inside her sleeve.
But what you fear most is exactly what happens.
Just then—
"Your Majesty."
A palace maid's voice came from outside the pavilion.
Xu Fenghua's heart sank suddenly.
She turned her head and looked at the palace maid.
The palace maid walked to the outside of the pavilion, stopped, and bowed.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty," she said respectfully, "Imperial Physician Wang requests an audience."
Xu Fenghua's pupils suddenly contracted!
coming.
Wang Jimin has arrived.
It just so happens to be at this time.
It just so happens that Qin Mu is here.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.
What should I do?
What should we do?
Should we let Wang Jimin leave?
But if we let Wang Jimin go, will it arouse Qin Mu's suspicion?
Will he ask Wang Jimin what he came here for?
Could it be—
Countless thoughts surged through her mind, almost overwhelming her.
But her face remained calm.
She took a deep breath and looked at the palace maid.
The voice was steady, devoid of any emotion.
"Let him go."
She paused, then added:
"My headache is gone today, so I don't need any medicine."
The palace maid was slightly taken aback, then bowed:
"Yes."
She turned around, ready to leave.
Just then—
"etc."
A lazy voice rang out.
It's Qin Mu.
The palace maid stopped and turned to look at him.
Qin Mu leaned back on the stone bench, propping his chin up with one hand, his gaze fixed on the palace maid.
A faint, ambiguous smile played at the corners of his lips.
"Now that the medicine has been prepared..."
He said in a soft but authoritative voice, "My beloved concubine has been having headaches lately, so I'll leave the medicine here."
He paused, then turned his gaze to Xu Fenghua, a meaningful glint in his eyes:
"So that next time my beloved concubine has a headache, I won't have to summon the imperial physician again."
Xu Fenghua's heart tightened suddenly.
Her fingers clenched even tighter inside her sleeve.
The fingernails dug deep into the palm, almost piercing the skin.
But her face remained calm.
She knew that Qin Mu's words were perfectly watertight.
Show concern for her health and be understanding of her inconveniences.
If she refuses again, it will seem like she's being deliberate.
Xu Fenghua took a deep breath.
The breath she inhaled, carrying the cool air of the pavilion, could not extinguish the turbulent waves churning within her heart.
She looked at the palace maid.
"Then please invite Physician Wang in," she said.
His voice was steady, devoid of any emotion.
The palace maid nodded and turned to leave.
The footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
Inside the pavilion, only Qin Mu and Xu Fenghua remained.
Qin Mu leaned back on the stone bench, his gaze fixed on her face.
There was a smile in those deep eyes.
Meaningful.
When Xu Fenghua met that gaze, her ominous premonition grew stronger.
But she didn't say anything.
He just stood there quietly.
waiting.
The sun was still warm.
The ginkgo leaves are still golden.
But Xu Fenghua's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.
A chilling coldness.
Soon, the sound of footsteps came from afar.
Light and steady, it's the calm and composed gait unique to a doctor.
Xu Fenghua turned her head and looked out of the pavilion.
A middle-aged man dressed in a blue official robe was walking briskly along the cobblestone path.
He was around forty years old, with a thin face, three long strands of beard hanging down to his chest, and a gentle and refined air characteristic of a doctor.
It was Wang Jimin.
He was carrying a medicine box in his hand.
The medicine box was made of sandalwood, painted dark brown, and inlaid with copper ornaments on the edges, just like the medicine boxes commonly used by the Imperial Medical Academy.
But Xu Fenghua knew what was hidden in the hidden compartment of that medicine box.
She watched as Wang Jimin approached step by step.
With each step she took, her heart tightened.
Wang Jimin stopped outside the pavilion.
His gaze sharpened slightly the moment he saw Qin Mu.
The freeze lasted only a moment, so fast it was almost imperceptible.
He then bowed in greeting.
"Your humble servant Wang Jimin greets Your Majesty and Consort Hua."
His voice was calm and steady, revealing nothing unusual.
Qin Mu looked at him and smiled gently.
"Physician Wang, there's no need for such formalities," he said gently.
Get up.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Wang Jimin straightened up and stood with his hands at his sides.
He was still carrying the medicine box in his hand.
Qin Mu's gaze fell on the medicine box.
"Imperial Physician Wang," he began, his voice casual as if in conversation, "how is Consort Hua's health these days?"
Wang Jimin was slightly taken aback.
Then, he bowed and said:
"Your Majesty, Her Majesty is in good health. She has only caught a slight cold, and due to excessive worry, her qi and blood are somewhat depleted. I have prescribed some calming and qi-tonifying remedies, and she will recover after some time."
He spoke naturally and flawlessly.
Qin Mu nodded.
"That's good," he said.
He paused, his gaze falling on the medicine box:
"Did you bring today's medicine?"
Wang Jimin's heart tightened slightly.
But his face remained expressionless.
He simply said respectfully:
"Your Majesty, I have brought it."
He opened the medicine box and took out several paper packets.
The paper packages were neatly arranged, with the names and uses of the medicinal materials written on them in ink.
"This is a calming and invigorating tonic soup. Take one dose daily for seven consecutive days."
He pointed to one of the paper packages, his voice steady:
"This is Siwu Decoction for regulating qi and blood. One dose every three days. It can be taken alternately with Yangrong Decoction."
"This is……"
He introduced several paper packets, all of which contained common tonics.
Xu Fenghua stood aside, listening to Wang Jimin's introduction, but the tension in her heart never eased.
Because she knew the abortion pills weren't there.
It's not in these obvious paper packages.
It was in a hidden compartment in the medicine box.
Qin Mu was sitting there.
Looking at all of this.
After Wang Jimin finished explaining, he put the paper packages back into the medicine box.
Close the lid.
He held the medicine box with both hands and presented it respectfully.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the medicinal herbs have arrived. This humble subject takes his leave."
Qin Mu looked at him.
Looking at the medicine box in his hand.
Looking at his calm, flawless face.
Then, he smiled.
"Thank you for your hard work, Physician Wang," he said gently.
"Step down."
Wang Jimin bowed respectfully.
"Your humble servant takes his leave."
He turned around, picked up his medicine box, and left along the cobblestone path.
At the same time, Xu Fenghua breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it seems they haven't been discovered.
However, just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a voice sounded softly.
"etc."