strictlysupreme Chapter 227 Autumn Hunting Crisis (1)
Chapter 227 Autumn Hunting Crisis (1)
Tang Yu? Jing Anle was certain she hadn't misheard. Just now, Consort Lin had called out a man's name. For a concubine in the deep palace to be thinking about another man was undoubtedly a capital offense.
As Jing Anle gazed at the unconscious Consort Lin, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: Could it be...?
Dong Qing was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on her back, fearing that Jing Anle would ask something. Just then, A Fang pushed open the door and entered with the medicine.
"Princess, I have brought the medicine back."
“That monk is clever and incredibly clever. It just so happens that a monk in Xuanyang Palace also caught a cold today, so he brewed a few extra doses of medicine, and that young monk asked me to bring him back,” Afang said, carrying a food box.
What a coincidence! Jing Anle was suspicious. She took a hairpin off her head, twisted it gently, and took out a silver needle from it. This hairpin was given to her by Mu Ping, just in case.
Jing Anle tested the medicine with a silver needle. The needle did not change color. She then picked up the medicine and smelled it. Finally, she took a small amount with her index finger and tasted it. After confirming that it was safe, she said, "Consort Lin has had a high fever since yesterday. It has been too long. We can't delay any longer. Dongqing, help Consort Lin up. Afang, you feed Consort Lin the medicine. If she can't drink it, force it down her throat."
"Yes," Dongqing and Afang replied simultaneously.
Dongqing carefully helped Consort Lin up, while Afang fed her the medicine little by little. After a while, Consort Lin's complexion looked better, and her breathing became much more stable.
Dong Qing breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"After taking this medicine, the illness will be more than half cured. Dongqing, you should take good care of your mistress. Someone will bring you more medicine tomorrow," Jing Anle said to Consort Lin.
After a whole night of turmoil, Dongqing was both crying and laughing. She could only kneel down and say, "This servant knows, this servant thanks the princess for saving my life."
After saying this, Jing Anle left with Afang, unaware that a figure was silently watching everything from the darkness.
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Yongfu Palace.
By the time Consort Lin finished her business, Jing Anle was already exhausted when she returned to the palace.
"Princess, you should go to bed early. You have to go to the hunting grounds tomorrow!" Afang said with concern.
Ever since Afang learned of Jing Anle's plan, no matter what Jing Anle did, Afang felt extremely distressed.
Jing Anle shook his aching neck, recalling the autumn hunt from his previous life.
At that time, Murong Peifeng shone brightly in the hunting grounds. He was handsome and talented, and his family background was not too low. Jing Anle was infatuated with Murong Peifeng and pestered Emperor Jing for a long time before Emperor Jing finally betrothed Jing Anle to Murong Peifeng. Who knew...
Fortunately, Murong Peifeng will never be able to shoot arrows again in this life. Not only that, Jing Anle also wants him to suffer unbearable pain and die with his eyes wide open in disbelief!
"Afang, go and find the gold-threaded soft armor that Father Emperor gave me last year. I want to wear it to the hunting grounds tomorrow morning," Jing Anle said to Afang, pulling himself out of his reverie.
"Golden silk soft armor?" Afang exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly asked, "Is the princess going to perform tomorrow?"
Jing Anle shook her head helplessly. Had this girl forgotten that she couldn't ride a horse?
“No, that’s not it,” Jing Anle said.
Afang scratched her head, puzzled, and said, "That gold-threaded soft armor is for protection..." Then, as if she had just realized something, she said, "Princess, you are indeed very thoughtful. This servant will go find it right away."
Jing Anle chuckled softly at the mention of the Epang Palace. Although she didn't hunt on horseback, it was always good to be prepared. For some reason, she had a feeling that this autumn hunt wouldn't be so simple. Several foreign princes who came to Jing Kingdom to study would be there, along with so many noble ladies, and even Princess Laili from the Southern Frontier. What would happen tomorrow?