The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 226 Consort Lin is ill

After leaving Cining Palace, Jing Anle did not go directly back to Yongfu Palace, but went to Xuanyang Palace instead.

Consort Lin had been praying for the Empress Dowager for several days, and as soon as she arrived at the entrance, a distinctive scent of incense wafted over.

This place is remote and far away, even the palace servants are lazy. Jing Anle got off the sedan chair but didn't see any palace servants, but she ran into Ji Quan.

The night was dark, and all that could be vaguely seen was that he was wearing a golden robe, with a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, and he walked towards us with a solemn expression.

"Master Jiquan, did you just come out?" Jing Anle looked at the gate behind him, then looked at Jiquan and asked.

The two were close together. Ji Quan bowed to Jing Anle without changing his expression, and then said, "Your Highness, this humble monk just finished reciting the scriptures for the Empress Dowager today."

Praying for the Empress Dowager and the world was Ji Quan's duty when he entered the palace, so it was not surprising to see him here. What was strange was that it was so late, and there was also a concubine praying for the Empress Dowager inside. Was this appropriate?

Jing Anle didn't say much, just nodded, "Thank you for your trouble, Master Jiquan."

Having been reborn, Jing Anle now has a sense of awe towards gods and Buddhas, and is grateful to Heaven for giving her a second chance.

Ji Quan simply said, "It is my duty," and then turned to take his leave.

Jing Anle was not annoyed by Ji Quan's cold attitude; on the contrary, she felt that this was probably how all monks should behave.

Just as the two brushed past each other, a jolt of electricity seemed to strike Jing Anle's mind—this was…

Afang thought Jing Anle was unwell and hurriedly asked, "Princess, what's wrong?"

Naturally, this action also made Ji Quan pause in his tracks.

"I am fine, I just saw a rat run by," Jing Anle said, waving her hand.

Ji Quan didn't take it seriously and continued walking forward after pausing.

What she didn't say was that she actually smelled the same scent on Ji Quan as on Lai Li's clothes. She immediately suspected that Ji Quan might have some connection with Southern Xinjiang.

"Let's go in first," Jing Anle said, pretending nothing was wrong.

Inside Xuanyang Hall.

As soon as they entered, the pungent smell of candle smoke hit them. Afang couldn't help but cough a few times. While helping Jing Anle step over the high threshold, she muttered, "The palace servants in Xuanyang Palace are too lazy. No one came out to greet us when we arrived."

Jing Anle smiled but didn't say anything. Isn't this better? If there are more people, Consort Lin's life will be even more difficult, and the fact that she sent scriptures to Consort Lin will probably be discovered.

As soon as Afang finished speaking, a young monk stumbled over. People rarely came here, let alone a noble person like Jing Anle.

"Meet Princess!"

They look like palace servants on duty at Xuanyang Palace.

Jing Anle said calmly, "Get up."

"Thank you princess."

The young monk was quick-witted. Seeing Jing Anle looking up at the Buddha statue, he quickly lit three incense sticks and handed them to Afang. Afang saw Jing Anle nod before handing the incense sticks back to him.

Jing Anle devoutly offered incense to the Buddha, feeling deeply moved. It was already a miracle that she could be reborn. If the Buddha had mercy on her, she naturally hoped that the Buddha would bless her to succeed in her revenge.

The young monk also found it strange; it was already dark, and who would come to worship Buddha at this time? But he didn't say anything, just waited for Jing Anle to ask him. Jing Anle also understood his meaning.

Afang thought Jing Anle would ask where Consort Lin was, but to her surprise, Jing Anle dusted off his sleeves and asked casually, "Does Master Jiquan always go back to rest this late every day?"

The young monk was probably surprised as well. Although he didn't understand, he still answered truthfully: "Master Jiquan usually chants scriptures every day, but he's a little late today."

Seeing that Jing Anle remained silent, the young monk continued, "If the princess needs anything from me, I am willing to serve her like a dog or a horse."

Jing Anle smiled and said, "The weather is getting colder, so it seems that Xuanyang Palace can have a larger budget for the year-end."

"Thank you, Princess." The young monk's face was full of smiles.

Although the Xuanyang Palace houses Buddhist statues, the palace servants there don't earn much money, so it's quite deserted.

"Where is Consort Lin?" Jing Anle asked again.

The young monk didn't ask any further questions, but earnestly led Jing Anle to a nearby meditation room. Only when they reached the door did he say, "This is it."

The night was dark, and the dim lanterns on the eaves swayed, creating a somewhat desolate scene.

"You don't say much. I like smart people. You can go now. If there's anything I can do to help you, someone will come looking for you," Jing Anle said.

"I understand." The young monk was indeed sensible; as he left, he placed the lantern he was carrying in the corner of the wall and slowly disappeared into the night.

Afang knocked on the door, and Dongqing naturally opened it.

Now that Consort Lin is being neglected, it's already a blessing that no one comes to ridicule her; who would come to see her?

"Greetings, Princess!" Dongqing's voice was filled with joy.

Jing Anle went straight to the point, "Where is your master?"

At this point, Dongqing's eyes filled with tears, and she knelt down with a thud. "Please, Princess, save me! My master has had a high fever since yesterday and is now delirious and talking nonsense."

"What?" Jing Anle scolded as she walked inside, "Why didn't you go and fetch the imperial physician?"

"My mistress forbids me from going. She said that the Empress Dowager already dislikes us, and if I feign illness now, the days ahead will be even more unbearable," Dongqing sobbed.

Arriving at Consort Lin's bedside, they indeed saw that Consort Lin's face was pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, her brows were furrowed, and she looked like she was in pain.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Dong Qing's voice was anxious.

Jing Anle stepped forward and pulled Dong Qing aside, saying, "Let me see."

Previously, Consort Lin had given Jing Anle several medical books, which Jing Anle often looked through. Occasionally, she would also go to Consort Lin to ask her to look at the prescriptions she had written, including one for treating this cold.

Jing Anle took Lin Fei's pulse, which was weak and shallow. He also noticed that she was sweating profusely and had a fever, indicating that she had caught a cold.

“Your master has caught a cold,” Jing Anle said.

Dongqing had been following Consort Lin for a long time and had learned a lot from what she saw and heard, but she couldn't leave now either.

Jing Anle glanced at the paper and pen on the table, walked over and wrote a prescription.

Afang was astonished that the princess could actually treat illnesses.

"This is Ephedra Decoction, which is composed of ephedra, cinnamon twig, apricot kernel, licorice, etc. It has the effects of inducing sweating to relieve exterior syndromes, clearing the lungs and relieving asthma. It is mainly used to treat exterior syndromes caused by wind-cold," Jing Anle explained.

“Afang, take this prescription to that monk from earlier and tell him to go to the Imperial Medical Bureau to get the medicine as soon as possible.”

Afang nodded blankly, took the medicine, and immediately went out.

The room was suddenly left with only Jing Anle, Dong Qing, and the dazed Lin Fei.

Dong Qing knew that Jing Anle was helping them. No one would suspect anything if she sent the monks from Xuanyang Palace to get the medicine. She was so grateful that she knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Princess, for saving my life!"

"Consort Lin taught me medicine, and I can now thank her," Jing Anle said, looking at Consort Lin on the bed.

Before long, Consort Lin suddenly became extremely distressed and began to mutter incoherently, "Tang Yu, you have betrayed me!"

"Tang Yu!"

Instantly, Dong Qing felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and was drenched in cold sweat. She quickly rushed to Consort Lin's side and called out, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" for fear that Jing Anle had discovered something.