Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Chapter 507 Returning to Beijing for Treatment

How can we let such a person suffer in vain? How can we let him not even have a peaceful place to heal his wounds?

"Pass the order,"

Shen Yanzhou took a deep breath, his tone as cold as ice.

"Speed ​​up! We must reach the next post station tonight to change horses! Tell the female physician in the carriage that if anything happens to Miss Shi or Lord Cui, she won't live either!"

Lin Zhong dared not delay and immediately turned around to relay the order.

As night deepened, the cold wind lashed against his face like a knife, but Shen Yanzhou felt no cold at all.

His gaze was fixed on the carriage, his mind filled with the image of Shi Wanxia before she lost consciousness—she had leaned against him, her breath weak, saying, "Your Highness... are the people of Chuzhou alright? Lord Cui... you must save him..."

In the end, she was still thinking of someone else.

Fortunately, no foolish bandits or remnants of Rongyang King's faction blocked their way.

What should have been a seven-day journey took them five, and on the morning of the fifth day, they finally saw the majestic city walls of the capital.

A crowd had already gathered at the city gate, led by Yu Heng, the chief eunuch of the emperor. He was dressed in a dark purple palace robe and held a whisk in his hand. Upon seeing Shen Yanzhou's convoy, he immediately hurried forward, his face full of anxiety.

"This old servant greets Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Yu Heng knelt down on the ground, his voice trembling with sobs.

"Your Highness is finally back! His Majesty has been so worried about what happened in Chuzhou that he has lost his appetite and has been hoping for your safe return with Lord Shi and Lord Cui!"

"This old servant is acting on His Majesty's orders. I have brought seven imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital and are waiting here for your arrival so that we can immediately send the three gentlemen to the palace for treatment!"

Shen Yanzhou dismounted, his movements so hurried he almost stumbled.

He ignored Yu Heng's bow and walked straight to the carriage, carefully lifting the curtain.

Shi Wanxia was still unconscious, her face was even paler than before, and even her lips had lost all color.

Choi Ji-ho lay on another carriage, covered with a thick quilt, but you could still see his body trembling under the quilt, an instinctive reaction to the unbearable pain.

Lin Yiyu was slightly better off, but he had also lost an arm and was equally pale.

"quick,"

Shen Yanzhou's voice was terribly hoarse, "Carry them into the sedan chair, be careful not to touch the wounds!"

The imperial physicians rushed forward and gently lifted the three people into the sedan chairs that had been prepared beforehand.

Yu Heng stood up and asked cautiously, "Your Highness, would you like to return to the East Palace to rest for a while? His Majesty is waiting for you in the Imperial Study."

"No need,"

Shen Yanzhou shook his head, his gaze following the direction of the sedan chair. "I will go see my father now."

Inside the imperial study, the air was thick with the scent of sandalwood, yet the atmosphere was oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

Shen Yuxi sat on the dragon throne, holding a memorial in his hand, but couldn't concentrate on reading a single word for a long time.

The white hair at his temples had increased significantly compared to the past few days, and his brows were full of anxiety. When news of the Chu Prefecture incident reached the capital, he knew the situation was critical, but he never expected that the Prince of Rongyang would be so audacious as to not only plot a rebellion but also dare to commit such a heinous act against his own ministers!

"Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived."

The sound of a eunuch announcing something came from outside the hall.

Shen Yuxi immediately put down the memorial and looked up at the door: "Let him in!"

Shen Yanzhou strode into the hall, his clothes still covered in dust from his journey, his face showing exhaustion, yet he still maintained a bowing posture: "Your subject greets Your Majesty."

"No gift!"

Shen Yuxi waved his hand, his voice urgent, "Tell me quickly, what exactly happened in Chuzhou? How are Shi Wanxia and Cui Zhihao?"

Shen Yanzhou straightened up, the bloodshot veins in his eyes clearly visible. He took a deep breath and slowly said, "Father, the crisis in Chuzhou this time was entirely planned by Prince Rongyang."

“He has long been colluding with the Northern Barbarians, intending to use Chuzhou as a springboard to overthrow my Cangling Kingdom.”

"When I arrived in Chuzhou, he had already taken control of the city gates, slaughtered the people, and forced the officials to surrender."

He paused, recalling the tragic scene in Chuzhou City, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "In order to deliver the evidence of Rongyang King's collusion with the Northern Di, Cui Zhihao exposed his whereabouts and was captured by Rongyang King's men."

"I later learned that he had been tortured in prison for three days and three nights—branded with hot irons, whipped, and even had his finger bones nailed in... But he refused to confess until Lin Yiyu and Shi Wanxia sneaked in to rescue him, and he was still carrying evidence of his crimes in his arms."

"Where is Shi Wanxia?"

Shen Yuxi pressed for more information, her tone full of worry.

When Shi Wanxia was mentioned, Shen Yanzhou's voice became even lower: "In order to relieve the siege of Chuzhou, Shi Wanxia took the initiative to infiltrate the enemy camp to investigate the defenses."

She soaked in the water for three hours, almost losing consciousness from the cold. Later, to save Cui Zhihao and the people of Chuzhou, she fought against the guards of the Prince of Rongyang, taking an arrow to the left shoulder and being struck in the chest by a guard's poisoned palm... When I found her, she was coughing up blood, yet still directing the people to break through the siege.

"presumptuous!"

Shen Yuxi slammed his hand on the dragon table, causing the teacups on the table to jump and spill tea all over the floor.

His face was ashen, his eyes blazing with fury: "How dare Prince Rongyang! He dares to collude with foreign enemies, slaughter civilians, and even torment my ministers like this! Does he think that just because he's the emperor's brother, I won't dare to touch him?!"

He stood up, the hem of his dragon robe sweeping across the ground with a rustling sound: "Issue my decree: immediately seal off Rongyang's former troops, arrest everyone in the mansion, and interrogate them rigorously! Anyone who resists will be killed without exception!"

"Father, please calm your anger,"

Shen Yanzhou quickly stepped forward, "The remnants of Rongyang King's faction have not been completely eliminated yet; this matter requires further consideration."

"The most important thing right now is the injuries of Shi Wanxia, ​​Cui Zhihao, and Lin Yiyu."

"Your Majesty has already ordered the imperial physicians to send them to the side hall for emergency treatment, but... their injuries are too severe, and the imperial physicians are not confident in their ability to treat them."

Shen Yuxi's anger subsided slightly, replaced by deep worry.

He strode to the palace entrance, his voice urgent: "Prepare the carriage for the side hall! I want to see this myself!"

The group walked quickly toward the side hall. Before they even reached the door, they could smell a strong medicinal aroma mixed with a faint scent of blood.

The hall was brightly lit, and seven imperial physicians were busy running around three sickbeds, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

Shen Yuxi walked in quietly, his gaze first falling on Shi Wanxia's bed.

Shi Wanxia lay there, covered with a thin white sheet, her left arm fixed in a splint, and her clothes cut open at the chest, revealing a bluish-purple handprint with a black spot in the center—a sign of poisoning.

Shen Yuxi and Shen Yanzhou quickly looked away, avoiding eye contact.

The imperial physician was inserting silver needles into her acupoints, trying to force out the toxins, but with each needle insertion, Shi Wanxia's body would tremble slightly, her brows would furrow tightly, and a trace of blood would spill from the corner of her mouth.

"His Majesty,"

When the head physician, Li, saw Shen Yuxi, he quickly stepped forward to bow, his voice solemn.

"Lord Shi was struck by the 'Corrupting Heart Palm,' the force of which damaged her internal organs, and the toxins also invaded her meridians."

"I have already used silver needles to expel the poison, but the poison is too deep. I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will leave a lasting illness. In the future, I will cough up blood if I exert myself even slightly."

Shen Yuxi's expression darkened. Without saying a word, he walked to Cui Zhihao's bedside.

Choi Ji-ho's situation is even worse.