There are several empresses living in the Chonghua Palace, and they all secretly hate Concubine Hua. Maybe this is someone's prank, adding to the chaos here.
"Your Majesty, this slave is back." Xi Yun whispered.
"Come in and talk."
A tired voice came from inside the bead curtain. Xiyun opened the bead curtain and walked in with lotus steps.
Beside the bed in the bedroom, stood a woman in her early twenties. She was wearing a blue and white velvet jacket, and a long moonflower skirt hanging down from the velvet jacket. She was elegant and dignified, and she looked like an unassuming woman.
Sighing softly, a pair of smoky eyebrows were slightly knitted, and there was a trace of tenderness that made people's hearts beat in their exquisite gentleness.
"Yundai's illness has not improved yet, and my heart..."
"Empress, when my servant sent Chu Xia away just now, she said that Lord Leng asked the Seventh Prince to drink some cold-repelling soup at night, which means that he will get better in the morning." Xi Yun comforted Concubine Hua.
"Today it is said that it is improving, and tomorrow it will be said that it is improving. Yundai is getting less energetic every day. He has prescribed two prescriptions and drank a lot of medicine. I really don't know how he became such an imperial doctor."
While Concubine Hua was speaking, tears fell down. She covered her nose with a silk handkerchief and began to sob.
"Empress, don't worry..."
Xiyun was in a hurry and forgot the note in his hand. When he raised his hand to help Concubine Hua, the note fell at her feet. She was startled and when she wanted to lean over to pick it up, Concubine Hua had already seen it.
"what is that?"
Xiyun frowned, picked up the note, and whispered.
"I don't know who it was that hit me with this note and wrote something incomprehensible."
This sentence made Concubine Hua move the silk handkerchief and look at Xiyun. This place in Chonghua Palace is not anywhere else. Who dares to make such a joke? Could it be that someone wants to tell her something? The seventh prince is sick now.
, it was the critical moment, and she could not miss any small detail.
"show me."
"Yes, empress." Xiyun handed the note to Concubine Hua.
Concubine Zhaohua unfolded the note and looked at it intently, without saying anything for a long time.
"Your Majesty, the writing on this note is strange. If you say it is a prank, it doesn't look like the content. It seems to have some code words. I didn't dare to throw it away, so I took it in. I was hesitant just now whether to show it to Your Majesty."
"This is indeed a code word." Concubine Zhaohua understood each word carefully.
"The character for "Wu" starts in the beginning, which is the character for "ox". Be careful of someone inside. "The character inside" means "meat". This person tells me to be careful about beef."
"Be careful with the beef. Doesn't the seventh prince like to eat beef? He was clamoring for it early in the morning, and now he has the loin meat, which is being cooked in the imperial kitchen. Could it be that... someone dares to tamper with the beef?" Xi Yun said.
When it was over, his expression immediately changed.
Concubine Zhaohua held the note with her fingers, trembling slightly.
"This note"
"Regardless of whether it's true or not, let's wait until the seventh prince recovers before eating the beef. And... I'll apply to the Imperial Hospital tomorrow for a different imperial doctor to diagnose and treat the seventh prince."
"Yes, ma'am, Xiyun will go get it right away. This note..."
"Keep it. Anyone who can send this note like this must remind me, otherwise why would I hit you instead of someone else? Besides, the one who loves beef here is Yun Dai."
Concubine Zhaohua looked at the handwriting on the note. It was elegant and neat, yet strong in softness. It should have been written by a woman. She was able to send the note like this, and she took a great risk. She just didn't know where the beef came from.
What's the problem?
The note was tucked into Concubine Zhaohua's sleeve. She believed that the person who wrote it would surface sooner or later.