Cangshan is covered with snow, and the bright candle illuminates the southern sky.
The carriage swiftly travels along the official road, heading towards the direction of .
Upon closer inspection,
Different from ordinary carriages, the windows and doors of this carriage are tightly nailed shut.
“…So what if he’s from a noble family? If he falls into the hands of that physician, who knows if he’ll even make it out of Yongdu alive?” The carriage driver’s words are full of disdain.
“Is that physician you mentioned really so powerful?” Another person became interested and asked mysteriously.
“Heh, it is said that he uses both medicine and poison, specializing in treating difficult and miscellaneous diseases, even reviving the dying. He doesn’t take a single cent of silver, but the only requirement is…” The carriage driver lowered his voice, “after the patient dies, the body must be left to him to dissect and study before burial.”
The person who asked the question was shocked: “The body is a gift from our parents, how can it be damaged like that?”
“Not only that, he also broke into mass graves and dug up human corpses in the graveyard!”
After a moment of silence, the other person finally gritted his teeth amidst the jolting of the carriage, “This…this is truly…disrespectful to the gods and disregarding moral principles! How could His Majesty invite him?”
“Sigh…His Majesty fell ill with a severe disease some time ago, and even the imperial physicians were helpless. So he had no choice but to invite him to the palace from the Valley of Divine Physicians,” the speaker glanced back at the carriage, “Although he is skilled in medicine, he also has a notorious reputation. Knowing that His Majesty is not confident in using his prescriptions, he proposed to use a blood relative as a test subject to verify the safety, and side effects of the medicine.”
“So that’s why the Crown Prince was urgently summoned to the palace…”
Both fell silent.
In their view, the Emperor was simply resorting to desperate measures.
The more earthly glory one has, the more one fears death. Even an enlightened ruler like His Majesty cannot escape this fate.
“In any case, when we arrive in Yongdu, we must stay away from that physician named Wen Qingci.”
“Understood!”
Unbeknownst to the two conversing men, at the moment their words fell, in the pitch-black interior of the tightly nailed carriage, a pair of eyes suddenly opened wide.
Wen Qingci…
As the carriage is about to arrive in Yongdu, Xie Bufeng finally understands why he was brought back here.
…
“Wen Xiansheng, have you prepared everything you mentioned?” A sharp male voice rang out, sending shivers down the spine.
The Xian clasped his hands and looked towards the medicine box.
Wen Qingci had promised the Emperor that he had a way to make Xie Bufeng cooperate with testing the medicine.
And his so-called “method” was to poison him.
His slender fingers slid across the medicine box and clenched the handle, the knuckles turning white from exertion.
“Everything is ready.”
Just a few days ago, Wen Qingci had just finished the final exam of his sophomore year at the Huaguo University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He died suddenly while saving someone, and ended up in this novel he read to pass the time during the holidays.
It was a palace struggle novel called “Supporting the Ming Hall”, with a simple and brainless plot but winning in its straightforwardness.
The female lead, Consort Lan, is well-read, does not fight or rob, and is the emperor’s confidante. Every time she is jealous and framed, or even enters the cold palace, she could rely on her Mary Sue halo to turn the tide.
The biggest regret in life was that her only son was born with congenital insensitivity to pain, regarded as a monster by the people of the feudal era, and sent thousands of miles away to Suzhou to guard the tomb for the Empress Dowager. Later, he tested medicine on behalf of the emperor who was suffering from a serious illness, and was thrown to the battlefield to fend for himself. It was really unlucky.
But in the end, this “regret” suddenly changed, and he parachuted back to Capital like a plug-in. After using force to seize the throne, she was sent to the throne of the Empress Dowager, and then he killed the enemy with his own hands without even losing half of his life!
Not long ago, Wen Qingci thought this plot was extremely exciting.
Until he transmigrated into the physician who conducted medicine tests on Xie Bufeng – one of the enemies killed by Xie Bufeng in the end.
No, it’s not just “killed” so simple.
The Emperor is full of suspicion towards his courtiers, but trusts those around him who hold no power.
Like eunuchs.
For example, shortly after the original owner entered the palace, he became the Emperor’s confidant through superb medical skills.
Xie Bufeng being sent to the battlefield is also inseparable from him.
New grudges add to old grudges. It’s no wonder that after Xie Bufeng returned to Yongdu, he immediately cut the original owner into pieces and fed them to the vultures…
Thinking of this, Wen Qingci’s heart immediately went cold.
“Mmm…” Xian Gonggong, the Emperor’s confidant, nodded slowly, “This matter is of great importance and must be foolproof.” After speaking, he reached out slowly, picked up the jade bottle from the medicine box, and carefully examined it.
Thump, thump, thump.
Wen Qingci’s heartbeat was so loud that it was about to shatter his eardrums.
As he told himself to calm down, he smiled naturally and looked into the other party’s eyes, “Naturally.”
Wen Qingci was not the original owner, so of course he wouldn’t be crazy enough to poison Xie Bufeng.
The first thing he did after transmigrating was to switch out the poison in the medicine box.
Even though they saw him every day, Wen Qingci’s smile still made the maids and eunuchs in the room dazzled.
His pupils were dark, without a trace of light, and his eyelashes were so long that they could cover half of his eyes if he lowered his eyes even slightly.
The only color on this face is on the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows.
Like a statue in a temple.
Xian Gonggong sniffed the bottle and suddenly exclaimed, “Why does it have a sweet fragrance?” He also glanced suspiciously at Wen Qingci.
The original owner focused on medicinal decoctions and did not like to make pills.
With time pressing, Wen Qingci looked around and found the only non-toxic pill-like substance, which was actually a sugar candy used to relieve bitterness…
Either way, it was death. Thinking of this, Wen Qingci calmed down.
He smiled and said matter-of-factly: “This medicine is inherently sweet.”
This kind of poison can only be found in the Valley of Divine Physicians. Doesn’t it just taste like whatever he says?
When Xian Gonggong didn’t react, Wen Qingci asked again, “Xian Gonggong, don’t you believe me?”
“If you don’t believe it…” Wen Qingci elongated his tone and snatched the jade bottle back from the other party’s hand, “Xian Gonggong, you can try it yourself and see if what I said is true.”
Wen Qingci’s voice was clear, like the snow water that had just melted in early spring, but this time, everyone in the room, including Xian Gonggong, felt a chill in their hearts.
Almost forgotten, unlike his immortal appearance, Wen Qingci is a dangerous person…
“Just kidding,” Xian Gonggong was stunned for a moment, and quickly waved his hand, “How could I not believe it? I believe Wen Xiansheng must be more concerned about this matter than
than anyone else.”
After hearing what he meant, Wen Qingci’s eyes darkened.
No one in this world has a higher hatred for Xie Bufeng than himself. If he wants revenge, he’s definitely the first one to be targeted.
In the ending of “Supporting the Ming Hall”, even Xian Gonggong was only given a death sentence.
He is the only one who has achieved the achievement of
“His Royal Highness has arrived in Yongdu and is now settled in the front courtyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau,” Xian Gonggong gestured to Wen Qingci with a “please” and walked out with him, “Please follow us, Wen .”
The Imperial Medical Bureau of this dynasty is located at the corner of the Imperial City, with front and back courtyards, the front used for work and study, and the back for the attending physicians to rest.
The original owner was a divine physician and had no mansion of his own in Yongdu, so he had been living in the Imperial Medical Bureau during this time.
As Wen Qingci walked, he silently recalled the plot.
With surveillance from the Emperor in the front and the plot in the book, it seems that recklessly using Xie Bufeng for medicine testing is seeking death.
…After much thought, he can only pretend to poison him first and pass through this hurdle. While pretending to conduct serious experiments, he should try to treat the protagonist well. When Xie Bufeng returns to the capital, he’ll tell him the truth to save his own life.
The book doesn’t detail how the original owner pushed Xie Bufeng onto the battlefield, so he should avoid this plot if possible.
If he can’t avoid it…there’s still a last resort to escape.
Of course, during this time, he must hold onto Concubine Lan and Xie Bufeng’s thighs tightly.
…
The Imperial Medical Bureau is connected by corridors, and the courtyard is filled with magnolia trees.
The centuries-old trees have long surpassed the arches, and the flowers are as dense as white clouds falling to the ground, embracing the tall buildings.
A black figure knelt in the center of the front courtyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau.
The guards who escorted Xie Bufeng back to Yongdu looked at each other and saw panic in each other’s eyes.
Xie Bufeng didn’t want to leave Suzhou. To bring him back to Yongdu, they had to put in quite a bit of “effort”.
He was born without pain, and it wasn’t until they released him from the carriage that the guards noticed…Xie Bufeng’s right arm had been broken at some point and was now hanging weakly at his side.
“It’s okay…” Seeing his companions nervous, an older imperial guard whispered, “The Crown Prince’s mother was sent to the Cold Palace a few months ago. No one here will care about his arm.”
Hearing this, the other guards gradually relaxed.
Yes, even if his mother wasn’t sent to the Cold Palace, most likely no one would care about this monster.
A cool breeze blew again.
The hem of the moon-white cloak spread back slightly, and Wen Qingci’s temples felt a sharp pain. His steps also paused, and he couldn’t help lowering his head and coughing lightly.
The healer cannot heal himself; he also learned after transmigrating that this divine physician himself was a sickly person.
Just as he stepped out of the corridor, a sudden chill swept over Wen Qingci’s back…as if something was staring at him.
Before he could finish coughing, he raised his head.
The strong wind caused the ground full of magnolias to dance like phosphorescent flames.
Through the phosphorus flames, Wen Qingci suddenly saw—
They were a pair of amber eyes filled with unruliness and rebelliousness, cold and cruel.
Like a wild beast, it was looking at him through the gap of phosphorus flames.
It seemed that Wen Qingci was not a physician who could control people’s destinies, but just a poor prey.
Love it! Can't wait to read the next chapters!
Me too <3
Ooh what an interesting first chapter. Not everything is as it first seems. Thanks for the translation 😄