Favored concubine deposed empress? I'll seize your throne and marry you to a powerful minister.

Miss Wen is upright and straightforward, and dislikes deceitful and roundabout tricks.

With her arms crossed in front of her, she saw Ling Xianru helping Wei Rong out of the car, shook her sleeves, and walked down the steps to bow.

"Greetings, Your Highness. This must be Miss Wei?"

The affair between Ling Xianru and Wei Rong was the talk of the town throughout the Five Continents, but Miss Wen didn't look at her with any surprise.

Wei Rong, now a stranger, returned the greeting: "Miss Wen, thank you for your help with His Highness's Gu poison."

The people around her, except for her and Qiaoyu, all had strange expressions.

Even Ling Xianru lost some confidence in front of Miss Wen.

He said to Wei Rong, "I'll have someone take you to rest. You've had a long journey; there's no rush."

"I'm not tired," Wei Rong said. She had seen Ling Xianru suffering from the Gu poison several times in the past few days, unable to eat or sleep, so she was particularly anxious. "Let Miss Wen take your pulse first."

"..."

If he couldn't get Wei Rong away, he wouldn't have time to greet Wen Ran.

With Wen Ran's temperament—

Doctor Qian covered his face, deciding to make a hasty retreat.

But Wen Ran spoke very coldly: "Taking your pulse? Your Highness's pulse doesn't need to be taken at all."

coming!

Before the storm, Mo Bai made an excuse for himself: "Master, I have other matters to attend to, so I will not disturb you any longer."

After saying that, he didn't even take his younger brother with him and disappeared in a flash.

Wei Rong: "?"

Physician Qian also wanted to escape, but Wen Ran pressed him down first and pulled out the medicine pouch from his waist: "Your Highness, you pretend to be affectionate. The antidote is right at your fingertips, but you're too lazy to take it. Even if I were Hua Tuo reincarnated, I couldn't save you."

She poured out a black pill and held it to Ling Xianru's lips.

Almost ignoring the deathly atmosphere around him: "Your Highness, I really don't have time to play along with your nonsense."

All was silent.

Wei Rong looked at Ling Xianru in disbelief.

Outside the palace gates, all was silent.

Ling Xianru glared at Wen Ran ten times over, then pushed her hand away and immediately grabbed Wei Rong's: "Listen to me."

Wei Rong withdrew her hand and looked at him coldly: "You speak."

What reason could possibly justify his risking so much by not taking the antidote and insisting on detoxifying her?

Despite her anger, Wei Rong still took the pill from Wen Ran's hand and placed it to Ling Xianru's lips.

Without hesitation, Ling Xianru quickly snatched it and swallowed it.

There's really nothing to say; his goal was simply to lure Wei Rong to Donglin.

This is indeed the behavior of a petty person.

At this point, saying anything would be superfluous, so he frankly said, "I came to Donglin to find out if you care about me or not."

Wen Ran: "......."

But just then, Mo Bai returned, his expression changing several times: "Your Highness, news has come from the palace that the King is probably dying, and he wants you to come to the palace as soon as possible."

In this way, they could no longer stay at the imperial palace.

Wei Rong never expected that the King of Donglin would actually be on his deathbed.

Ling Xianru's suffering over the past twenty-odd years was partly due to his father's influence. His impending death is a crucial link in the power transition in Donglin.

Fortunately, they have returned to Eastrim.

"Go ahead, we'll talk about it later," Wei Rong urged him to leave.

Ling Xianru did not leave immediately, but instead instructed the servants around her to turn their backs.

He suddenly grabbed Wei Rong's chin and kissed her lightly, as if to comfort her: "The palace is in chaos. You stay in the temporary palace. Mo Bai will protect you here."

Mo Bai was his most trusted confidant, but Wei Rong refused, saying, "Anything can happen at a time like this. Mo Bai will stay with you. I won't leave. I'll wait for your explanation."

There's really no need to explain it. As long as Wei Rong's heart leans towards Ling Xianru, this anger will eventually pass.

Ling Xianru didn't say anything, but Wei Rong could see his worry and took the initiative to say that she wouldn't leave.

Without further hesitation, he mounted his horse and gave Wei Rong another deep look.

Then he rode away.

"Wait!" Wen Ran shouted, "I have to follow!"

She hurriedly ordered someone to lasso the horse.

Ling Xianru didn't give her a chance to speak at all.

"What's wrong?" Wei Rong had a bad feeling.

"Although the antidote has been taken, the Gu worms will be affected by it in an hour and will wander through his internal organs. His Highness will suffer greatly until the Gu worms die. I must make sure nothing goes wrong."

The horse was quickly prepared, and Wen Ran mounted it without saying a word.

Wei Rong had seen the state of the Gu worm affliction before.

Even someone as composed as Ling Xianru trembled slightly from the pain, demonstrating the power of the Gu worms.

According to Wen Ran, the detoxification process requires the Gu worm to go berserk in the human body once, and the pain may be even more terrible than the poison itself.

At this critical juncture, the King of Donglin is nearing his death, and there are too many trivial matters to handle. Can Lingxian handle them calmly?

Before she could think any further, Wei Rong called out to Wen Ran, "Miss Wen, please wait."

·

As night fell, the Donglin Imperial Palace seemed to be imbued with an air of desolation.

The air in April suddenly felt a bit cooler.

The concubines and princesses of the various palaces were all waiting in the Ankang Hall of the King, ostensibly to attend to his illness, but in reality, undercurrents were swirling.

Wen Ran has the plaque of the Eastern Palace, and can enter and leave Ankang Hall with just a word, but she is not allowed to get close to the emperor's bedside.

As soon as they entered the main hall, all the kneeling people turned their eyes to them.

Most of those present were women, along with a few high-ranking ministers.

The older ones were concubines, and the eyes and brows of several princesses bore a resemblance to Ling Xianru.

Beside the woman dressed as an imperial concubine in the front row, a little prince of four or five years old was kneeling.

After years of palace intrigue, the only princes still alive in this palace besides Ling Xianru are probably the one in front of us.

"Isn't this Wen Ran, one of the Crown Prince's lackeys?" a domineering princess said coldly. "Isn't it enough that your master is here? What are you doing meddling in this mess?"

The fact that Ling Xianru was poisoned by Gu poison must not be spread, otherwise who knows what they might do.

But Wen Ran's identity was too obvious.

"My father's time is drawing near, so he invited you here too? Are you qualified to treat my father? Or is it the Crown Prince's health—"

Wen Ran bowed his head, clearly used to such situations, and remained calm and composed: "Your Highness has just returned, and I've only come to see if there's anything I can help with."

"Who's next to you?" Princess Zhao'an asked again. "Are just anyone allowed into the Ankang Palace now?"

Beside Wen Ran was Wei Rong, disguised as a palace maid.

Upon hearing this, the Imperial Noble Consort turned around, saw Wei Rong, and asked in confusion, "Isn't this someone from the Crown Prince's Palace? She looks unfamiliar."

Before coming, Wei Rong had heard some stories about this Imperial Noble Consort.

She was about the same age as Ling Xianru, but she was able to rise from a lowly concubine to an imperial concubine in just seven years after entering the palace. She was a woman with both cunning and scheming skills.

Moreover, the fact that her son was able to survive the internal strife over the succession struggle speaks volumes.

This person appears to be concerned, but is actually guiding.

It's hard to say whether she already knows Wei Rong's identity.

Sure enough, Princess Zhao'an immediately noticed this. She stepped forward, pinched Wei Rong's chin, and examined her carefully for a moment: "This face is rarely seen in Donglin. You say you're from the Crown Prince's Palace?"

Wei Rong clenched the palace maid's sleeve with her fingertips, creating several wrinkles. She lowered her eyes, concealing her sharpness, and spoke in a soft and humble tone: "Your Highness, please understand. This servant was only transferred to the Eastern Palace's medicine storehouse last month to organize medicine registers. I usually stay in the storehouse and have never visited the other palaces, so you noble ladies do not recognize me."