After being forced into a marriage with a wealthy family, the virtuous wife caused a huge uproar.

"What?" Zhao Xianshan was shocked. Today was his wife's 60th birthday. Why did she faint at this time?

"Mother, why did you faint? You were perfectly fine before I left." The Empress was also stunned.

Rong Yingluo frowned; she could tell at a glance that Old Madam Zhao looked lifeless.

It came true, and so quickly.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Xianshan bowed to Gu Ce and Rong Yingluo, then turned and hurried outside.

"Young Madam Gu, please save my second aunt." Madam Qi rushed in, her eyes filled with worry and urgency, pleading with Rong Yingluo.

"Madam?" Gu Ce asked expectantly.

"Young Madam Gu is a doctor?" The Empress finally snapped out of her daze.

Rong Yingluo glanced at Gu Ce, then looked at Madam Qi.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Gu, I will tell Second Uncle quietly and won't let anyone know that you have medical skills."

It will take some time to summon the imperial physician. Please take a look while we wait.

If it's not serious, we'll wait for the imperial physician. If it's a matter of life and death, we'll ask Madam Gu to intervene. Her Majesty the Empress won't tell anyone." Madam Qi knew Rong Yingluo had concerns.

"Madam, thank you for your trouble." Gu Ce already regarded Madam Zhao as his own maternal grandmother, and he was also worried.

Whether she kept her medical skills a secret or not was no longer of much concern; the main concern from the beginning was to keep it from the Duchess of the State.

Now that the Duchess knows she is skilled in poisons, this matter has probably already reached the Crown Prince's ears.

The group followed Zhao Xianshan's retreating figure to the courtyard where Madam Zhao lived.

The old lady was no longer receiving blessings from guests in the main courtyard, but was instead sent back to her own courtyard.

Lady Qi was supporting the Empress so fast that she almost fell, but Gu Ce and Rong Yingluo caught her on either side.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the old lady will be alright." Gu Ce supported the Empress and gently comforted her. He knew it was very impolite, but he couldn't help himself.

She is very likely his mother, a mother who has missed him for twenty-one years and still hasn't given up on finding her son.

"Ah Ce, my legs are so weak." The Empress was already out of breath after walking only a short distance.

She was already in poor health. Rong Yingluo had secretly taken the Empress's pulse once before. If she didn't receive proper treatment, the Empress might fall seriously ill and eventually become incurable.

"Husband, carry the Empress on your back." Rong Yingluo saw how anxious the Empress was and didn't think too much about it.

"Let this servant carry her," a young eunuch said. Upon hearing that Lord Gu was to carry the Empress, he was furious and quickly stepped forward.

"I'll do it. Your Majesty, please forgive me." Gu Ce looked around and, seeing no servants from the Zhao family, did not allow the Empress to refuse. He picked her up and ran forward, even using a bit of his light-footed skill.

Rong Yingluo helped Lady Qi catch up quickly.

The Empress knew that it was improper for Gu Ce to carry her on his back, so she intentionally or unintentionally covered Gu Ce's face with her sleeve.

When they arrived at the entrance of Madam Zhao's courtyard, Gu Ce put the person down.

Rong Yingluo and Lady Qi immediately helped the Empress up.

Zhao Xianshan and the old lady's two sons and two daughters-in-law anxiously stayed by the old lady's bedside.

The family physician is taking the old lady's pulse.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" The Empress rushed anxiously to the old lady's bedside.

The physician rose and bowed to Zhao Xianshan: "Master, the old lady suffered a stroke due to anger, and it is very serious. I am helpless."

"What?" Zhao Xianshan's expression changed in shock at the result.

His wife has been with him his whole life, is she really leaving now?

Today is her 60th birthday, and so many guests have come to celebrate with her. Is this a happy occasion about to turn into a funeral?

Knowing that time was of the essence, Lady Qi immediately helped Zhao Xianshan up and whispered a few words in his ear.

After hearing this, Zhao Xianshan looked intently at Rong Yingluo.

Mrs. Gu is skilled in feng shui and even medicine.

"Mingyan, Mingyu, both of you step back. We'll bring the imperial physician in when he arrives." Zhao Xianshan dismissed everyone from the room.

The two sons and daughters-in-law of the Zhao family looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Why aren't you leaving yet? Let the Empress speak with your mother." Zhao Xianshan's anger flared when he saw that the group didn't move.

The group had no choice but to leave, and Lady Qi also left on her own.

Only Zhao Xianshan, the Empress, Gu Ce, and Rong Yingluo remained in the room.

Without saying a word, Rong Yingluo sat down and took the pulse of Old Madam Zhao.

The pulse clearly indicated a stroke, but there are many types of strokes. If the old lady doesn't receive timely treatment, she will surely die; no wonder she looks like she's about to die.

She wasn't mistaken.

"Your Majesty, with me here, the old lady will not die," Rong Yingluo assured the Empress beside her.

She took out her sewing kit and instructed, "Husband, light the candle."

Gu Ce immediately complied, and even moved the candle to the closest position to her so that she could easily burn the silver needles.

Rong Yingluo first loosened Madam Zhao's hair bun, then touched her head, and chose the right spot to insert the needle.

As the needles were inserted, Madam Zhao's complexion gradually improved from ashen.

With just one last needle in hand, when Rong Yingluo picked it up, both Zhao Xianshan and the Empress widened their eyes in astonishment: "This..."

Because that needle was so thick, it would hurt terribly if it pricked your head.

This allowed Yingluo to concentrate.

He touched Madam Zhao's head again, and without hesitation, he inserted the needle. Madam Zhao's face did indeed furrow as the needle went deeper, but she did not wake up.

"Mother!" the Empress called softly, her heart aching.

After the needle was inserted, a bead of blood actually appeared on the tip of the needle.

Gu Ce opened his eyes wide. His wife was truly skilled; she was able to accurately locate the blood clots caused by the stroke.

He was able to pass the imperial examination with top honors, which shows he was well-read. Very few doctors in the world could do that, and his wife, at only sixteen years old, had already accomplished it. With such skill, he became even more curious about who her master was.

During the time the needle was left in place, blood beads kept oozing out of the hollow silver needle.

Rong Yingluo kept wiping away the blood beads with a handkerchief.

Rong Yingluo only began to stop acupuncture after a message came in from outside that Du Zhong, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, had arrived.

"Let him wait a moment." Zhao Xianshan did not let Du Zhong in immediately.

Having lived for sixty-two years and seen many doctors, Rong Yingluo's skill made him even more convinced of her medical abilities.

After removing the needles, Rong Yingluo inserted another needle into the philtrum.

Madam Zhao's eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Mother, you're awake! That's wonderful!" The Empress was overjoyed.

Seeing his wife wake up, Zhao Xianshan finally felt relieved.

"Madam, today is your special day, you can't let anything happen to you." Zhao Xianshan's eyes welled up with tears.

He hadn't shown any emotion for so long, but now that he saw his wife was awake, he no longer wanted to control his emotions.

The old lady's eyes finally focused, and she first saw the Empress by the bedside: "Xian'er."

"Mother." The Empress blinked a few times, holding back her tears, not wanting her mother to see her sad side.

Madam Zhao turned her head again and saw that the old man's eyes had also reddened.

Then she looked at Gu Ce and Rong Yingluo.

"Madam, you just had a brush with death. You must be careful in the future and not get angry." Rong Yingluo wanted to remind the old lady not to get too angry.

"Second son, that bastard second son..." Old Madam Zhao had already remembered what had happened.