klisemfg Chapter 50 Consort Fucha Loses Her Memory
Chapter 50 Consort Fucha Loses Her Memory
"In my humble opinion, Her Highness the Imperial Concubine seems to have suffered a traumatic experience and forgotten a painful memory."
Wen Shichu's words rang in Da Pang Ju's ears.
Thinking about how Shilan was injured, Big Fat Orange felt nothing but guilt.
Ultimately, it was he who wronged Shilan, causing her pain and making her want to return to her youthful days in the inner chambers.
The chubby orange cat turned its gaze to Wen Shichu and pressed for an answer:
Is there any possibility that she will recover her lost memories in the future?
Wen Shichu hurriedly raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, looking embarrassed as he said:
"Your Majesty, such a situation is truly rare, and I will not refrain from speaking out!"
Perhaps after a period of recuperation, the Empress will gradually be able to remember;
It's also possible that I'll never remember this memory again in my lifetime.
The chubby orange-haired boy frowned, then asked again:
"Will this matter have any other negative impact on the Imperial Concubine?"
Wen Shichu pondered for a moment before replying, "Judging from the current situation, there should be no major problems."
However, the injury on Her Majesty's head will require careful care for some time to fully heal.
The chubby orange-haired man remained silent for a long while, his expression grave, before finally letting out a slow sigh.
Then he turned to look at Wen Shichu standing to the side and said in a slightly low voice:
"You must do your utmost to treat Consort Hua's head injury with utmost care and attention, and you must not slack off in the slightest."
As for the memories she lost... well, let it go, she can forget them now.
After saying that, he gently shook his head, seemingly with an indescribable sense of entanglement and helplessness in his heart.
Big Fat Orange's gaze shifted to Nian Shilan, and for a moment he didn't know how to face this woman he had once doted on.
After another long sigh, he turned to Songzhi, who had been standing guard beside him, and instructed her:
"You must take good care of your mistress and not neglect her in the slightest."
If you need anything, just ask Su Peisheng.
Upon hearing this, Songzhi quickly curtsied and respectfully replied:
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. This servant will do my best to serve Your Highness. Please rest assured, Your Majesty."
Immediately afterward, the chubby orange cat's gaze fell on Cao Qinmo, and after a moment's thought, it said:
"During this period, you need to make more trips to Yikun Palace to help take care of the Imperial Concubine."
If you discover anything amiss, report it to me immediately.
Cao Qinmo dared not be negligent and quickly bowed, replying, "Yes, Your Majesty, I will obey."
After explaining these things, Big Fat Orange sighed deeply again, as if a heavy burden was weighing on his heart.
He walked away from Yikun Palace with heavy steps.
Seeing this, the empress behind her had no choice but to follow closely behind and leave.
What good would it do to stay here and be called an old woman by Nian Shilan?
However, she was unwilling to accept this situation, so she made a scene, which made the emperor feel guilty again.
I wonder if this major threat can be eliminated.
However, the pregnancies of Consort Shu and Consort Wan were still fine.
The Empress felt that her headache had returned, but unfortunately, Jianqiu used to be there to keep her company and massage her.
Although Huichun had been with her for many years, she was still not as capable as Jianqiu.
After explaining some things, Wen Shichu also left Yikun Palace with his medicine box.
Inside Yikun Palace, Nian Shilan was still clamoring to go home.
Songyi felt both heartache and helplessness.
He quickly stepped forward to explain the situation to his mistress, and Zhou Ninghai also squeezed forward to comfort her.
No matter what Songzhi said, Nian Shilan refused to believe that she was already a married woman and had become that old man's concubine.
She, Nian Shilan, was young and beautiful, and could have been an empress, but instead she became the concubine of that old and ugly emperor.
Seeing this, Cao Qinmo stepped forward to help persuade her, and told her about the things that had happened over the years, picking and choosing what to say.
From the time Nian Shilan was bestowed upon Prince Yong by the late emperor as his secondary consort, to her entry into the palace as a concubine and her subsequent rise to the rank of Imperial Noble Consort.
Then he mentioned which concubines were in the palace, which ones to be wary of, and which ones to befriend.
Seeing that Songzhi did not deny it and that she did not sense any malice from Cao Qinmo, Nian Shilan also trusted Cao Qinmo to some extent.
Wen Shichu hurriedly left Yikun Palace and headed straight for Tingxi Palace, where Fucha Peiyun resided.
He first respectfully greeted Fucha Peiyun, and then began to take her pulse.
Finally, after a careful examination, he gently lowered his hand, a relieved smile on his face, and said:
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Your unborn child is doing well and is very healthy."
After saying that, he put away the pulse pillow and other items.
At this moment, Fucha Peiyun asked, "Has Consort Hua woken up?"
Wen Shichu replied without hesitation:
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine has indeed awakened, but she has developed amnesia."
"Amnesia?" Fucha Peiyun couldn't help but show a look of surprise.
How could this be? It shouldn't be like this...
However, perhaps because Nian Shilan suddenly learned the truth,
It's not impossible that the unbearable pressure could lead to amnesia.
At this point, Fucha Peiyun suddenly became very interested in this matter and hurriedly asked:
"Did Consort Hua have any unusual reaction after she woke up?"
As she spoke, she leisurely picked up a cup of fragrant tea from the table.
She took a small sip and waited quietly for Wen Shichu's reply.
The scene from that time involuntarily flashed through Wen Shichu's mind, and his expression instantly became somewhat strange.
He hesitated for a moment before stammering:
"After the Imperial Concubine woke up, she seemed not to recognize any of us."
And...she actually called the Emperor 'old man'...
Before the words were finished, there was a "poof" sound.
Fucha Peiyun spat out all the tea she had just drunk, splashing it all over the table.
Xue'er quickly prepared to wipe Fucha Peiyun's face with a handkerchief, while Ye'er hurriedly tidied up.
Fucha Peiyun waved her hand, took the handkerchief, and wiped her mouth.
Fortunately, Wen Shichu wasn't sitting too close, otherwise he would definitely have been sprayed with water.
Fucha Peiyun found it amusing to think about how Da Pang Ju was being pointed at and scolded as an old man by Nian Shilan.
Haha, it's both satisfying and hilarious.
I heard that the Empress also went to Lingkun Palace, probably because Nian Shilan pointed her finger at her and called her an old woman.
Haha, just thinking about how the Empress dared not speak out against her anger makes me laugh.
After laughing for a while, Fucha Peiyun said to Wen Shichu, "Continue."
Wen Shichu actually wanted to laugh too, but he held it in.
Seeing that the Lord was eager to listen, he explained in detail.
"The Imperial Concubine called the Emperor 'old fellow,' and the Empress 'old woman.'"
The Imperial Concubine believed she was only twelve years old and refused to acknowledge her as the Emperor's Imperial Concubine.
They utterly despised the Emperor.
Xue'er, Ye'er, and the others wanted to laugh when they heard this, but they didn't dare and could only hold it in.
Fucha Peiyun smiled and said, "It's a good thing that the palace will be more lively in the future."
Wen Shichu smiled and agreed, "Your Majesty is right."
I recalled the Imperial Concubine's guarded yet forcedly composed expression.
It's actually quite interesting.
Fucha Peiyun frowned slightly and looked at Wen Shichu, saying:
"Now that you have returned to the palace, in my opinion, Consort Wan will soon be asking you to examine her pulse."
Wen Shichu bowed respectfully and asked in a low voice:
"Does Your Majesty have any instructions regarding this?"
A barely perceptible cold smile appeared on Fucha Peiyun's lips as she said softly:
"Hmph, the condition of the fetus in her womb probably won't last much longer."
When she sends someone to invite you, just go and remember to tell her the truth.
It's good for her to face reality sooner; it's time for her to wake up!
Wen Shichu was startled, but remained calm and replied:
"Your Majesty, I will obey your decree."
Meanwhile, in the Suiyu Pavilion on the other side, Zhen Huan was stroking her swollen belly, her face showing worry.
Lately, she has clearly felt that the condition of the fetus in her womb seems to be getting worse.
He often felt unwell, but every time Physician Zhang came to take his pulse, he would say that everything was fine and there was nothing to worry about.
This statement made Zhen Huan increasingly uneasy, and she thought about it again and again.
She decided that she still wanted to invite Wen Shichu over to give her a proper diagnosis.
She already harbored suspicions about Zhang Mi.
After leaving Yanxi Palace, Wen Shichu returned to the Imperial Hospital. Not long after, a young eunuch handed him a note.
Wen Shichu avoided the other people in the Imperial Hospital and opened the note.
After reading the note, Wen Shichu burned it in the stove where he was boiling medicine.
Not long after, he picked up his medicine box and left the Imperial Hospital.
Before long, Wen Shichu carefully avoided the crowd and hurried to the Suiyu Pavilion where Zhen Huan was.
As soon as Wen Shichu stepped into Suiyu Pavilion, Zhen Huan saw his figure from afar.
A hint of surprise flashed in his previously anxious eyes.
She hurriedly got up and went forward to greet him, stopping Wen Shichu from bowing.
Zhen Huan couldn't wait to speak:
"Imperial Physician Wen, these past few days I've felt something is off about the baby in my womb."
But the imperial physician Zhang came to examine the patient multiple times, yet he could not find any clues.
Now I can only trouble you to take a closer look for me.
Having said that, Zhen Huan's face was full of worry, and her hands unconsciously went to her slightly protruding belly.
His eyes revealed deep worry and unease.
Wen Shichu had already anticipated this, but he dared not be negligent and quickly stepped forward.
Take out the silk handkerchief used for pulse diagnosis and place it on Zhen Huan's wrist.
Then he extended three fingers and gently placed them on Zhen Huan's wrist.
He held his breath, focusing intently on sensing the changes in his pulse.
However, as time went on, Wen Shichu's expression gradually became serious, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Zhen Huan had been watching Wen Shichu's expression closely, and seeing this,
My heart sank, and an ominous premonition welled up inside me.
After a moment, Wen Shichu slowly released his grip, looked up at Zhen Huan, and said in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, after my diagnosis..."
We have discovered that your unborn child has been exposed to musk for a long period of time.
Its breath was already extremely weak; it seemed... unlikely to survive.
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Shichu couldn't bear to look at Zhen Huan's desperate expression any longer and silently lowered his head.
When Zhen Huan heard this news, she was stunned, as if struck by lightning.
She stared wide-eyed at Wen Shichu in disbelief.
Tears welled up uncontrollably and slid down her cheeks.