Chapter 39: Stone Pavilion Green Tea

  In just a few days, the plague in the city became even more severe. One of the servants in the house went out to buy some goods and came back ill. He died within two days.

  The medicine being distributed throughout the city seems to have no effect at all, and the number of deaths is increasing day by day.

  People's minds began to wander again.

  Medicine can't save them, they've lost hope, and can only pin their hopes on ethereal things. Then, it was rumored that the plague was caused by the unrelenting resentment of the crown prince. On the day of his wedding, he was murdered, and couldn't bear to part with his beautiful bride, so he took his anger out on her, and she had to be buried alongside him as a sacrifice to appease his spirit.

  Qing Sang sneered coldly after hearing this: "You're really good at coming up with new ways to not let me off."

  In this way, the people who were in danger of being executed again had a new hope, that is, to bury Qing Sang with him to resolve the prince's resentment. However, since the lesson at the gate of Pu Fu, no one came to make trouble. But privately, they also conveyed public opinion through various channels, hoping that the emperor would agree.

  When some officials in the capital also contracted the disease, these high-ranking ministers could no longer bear it and repeatedly petitioned to have Qing Sang buried with the crown prince.

  All the people in the mansion are sorrowful and despondent, stealing away their whole lives.

  Zheng looked at Qing Sang's pale and thin face, sighing repeatedly: Why won't these people let Qing Sang go?

  Qing Sang was exceptionally calm about this, she had already figured it out, the person who started this would not rest until they took her life. She feared death, but what she feared more was falling into that person's trap.

  She had already figured out that Tong Ping's repeated attempts to kill her were actually a ploy to force Tong into action, to provoke him. If the Emperor were to order her execution, Tong would certainly do everything in his power to rescue her, and when the time came, he would be guilty of disobeying the imperial decree and going against the Emperor's will. The crime would weigh heavily on Tong, and Tong Ping could then use this as an excuse to make a move, revealing that he had long since had a secret relationship with Tong, and that they had been secretly in cahoots all along, and thus bring Tong down with one blow.

  At this time, what Qing Sang was most worried about was not herself, but Tang. She very much wanted to get a message to him, telling him not to be deceived, and to protect himself. But there was no way.

  If only the Emperor had gone to Siming Palace, it would have been fine. Qing Sang sighed. However, in times of great danger, the Emperor still insisted on staying in the palace. As a grown-up prince, he couldn't be afraid of death, let alone his father's feelings or using this opportunity to show off. Staying behind was the right thing to do.

  That day, a special guest suddenly arrived at the mansion - Master Tan Zhao.

  It turned out that the emperor had been searching for a famous doctor and had sent someone to Puji Temple to invite Tan Zhao, but Master Tan Zhao was fond of traveling everywhere and had not been in the temple. Yesterday, he returned to the temple and learned about the plague in the capital, so he came here immediately without stopping his horse.

  Entered the city, entered the palace, listened to the sacred words, and then went to check on the condition of the sick person. The heart was already clear. Also heard rumors among the people that Qing Sang would be buried with her. Suddenly remembered having given a fortune-telling to the third miss of the Pu family before. So, asked for the holy grace to come to this Pu Mansion.

  Qingsang had only heard of Tan Zhao's name, but had never seen him before. Now that he saw him, he was a young man of about twenty or thirty years old, with bright and piercing eyes, a resolute face, looking decisive and wise. Moreover, Qingsang felt somewhat puzzled, feeling that he looked familiar, but Qingsang was absolutely sure it was the first time he had seen Tan Zhao. Probably because people resemble each other, Qingsang thought.

  Tang Zhao saw Qing Sang and did not beat around the bush, nor did she care that Zheng Shi, Xue Pen, and Xiu E were still standing beside her. She directly asked in front of everyone: "Miss, do you want to relieve the suffering of the people?"

  Qing Sang hesitated for a moment, then said: "This disease has come with great momentum, making the people miserable. If it can be solved, Qing Sang is more than willing to do so. But I don't know what the master means by his words?" Calling this young man a master made Qing Sang feel a bit awkward, she had always thought that Master Tan Zhao would be an old monk with white hair and beard.

  Tan Zhao said: "This disaster is not a natural disaster, but a man-made one. If you want to alleviate the disaster, it still requires human effort."

  "What's wrong?" Qing Sang didn't understand.

  "Miss, you don't need to ask more. Just remember that to lift this disaster, you must find one person, her name is Mengniang." Tan Zhao said.

  "Mengniang? Master, can you tell me where this person is? Why do you want to tell me about this?" Qing Sang became even more confused, not understanding why Tongzhao wanted to inform her of this matter, couldn't he just directly report it to the Emperor instead?

  "After searching extensively and traveling far, I have found what I was looking for without any effort." Tan Zhao finished speaking, bowed his head in a Buddhist salute, and turned to leave.

  "The master hasn't even told me why he wants me to inform you yet?" Qing Sang shouted towards the back of Tang Zhao.

  He walked away without looking back.

  Qingsang sighed helplessly.

  "What a weirdo." Xue Pen stepped forward and supported Miss, several people also turned around and walked towards the depths of the mansion.

  "Mengniang? This is so confusing, where should I start?" Qing Sang muttered. Then turned to ask the three people beside him: "Have you ever heard of it?"

  Xueyan and Xiuyao both shook their heads, but only Zhengshi stared blankly ahead, as if she hadn't heard Qing Sang's words.

  "Has San Niang's childbirth gone awry again?" Qing Sang asked anxiously.

  Zheng returned to her senses, awkwardly saying: "I'm a bit tired, I'll go back to my room to rest." After finishing speaking, she was supported by Xiu E and quickly walked away.

  Qing Sang also felt a bit tired and didn't understand what Ming Tang meant, so she had to return to her room first.

  After dinner, Qing Sang was reading a book in her room when Xue Pen rushed in and said: "Miss, the master has returned."

  Qing Sang suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "Really?"

  "Yes, in the study." Xue Pan nodded heavily.

  Qing Sang threw down the book and ran out of the room.

  Panting, he pushed open the door of the study and saw his father, Pu Jiannian, sitting on a small couch in a daze.

  "Dad is back!" Qing Sang excitedly rushed over.

  Pu Ji Nian also hugged Qing Sang and said with a heartache: "My son has been wronged."

  Qingsang listened, and the grievances, fears, and helplessness that had accumulated over many days suddenly burst forth like a dam breaking, destroying the strong defenses she had painstakingly built up, as tears poured down her face.

  Pu Ji Nian was held in her arms and cried for a long time before gently pushing her away, saying: "These past few days, I have been uneasy in the palace. Fortunately, His Majesty has shown mercy, and today he allowed me to return home to visit."

  Qing Sang wiped away her tears and said, "The plague is rampant now, and the palace is its source. I'm worried about Father every day. Father doesn't understand medicine, so why did the Emperor summon him to the palace this time?" Qing Sang asked the question that had been on her mind.

  Pu Ji Nian licked his slightly chapped lips and murmured, "The Emperor has an important matter for me to attend to." The task the Emperor entrusted him with was of great importance, so he naturally couldn't share it with Qing Sang, and could only make excuses.

  Qing Sang looked at her father's haggard appearance and felt heartache, saying: "Dad, you must take care of your body."

  Pu Jiannian nodded and said: "It's been many days since I've seen my Sang'er, let me take a good look at you."

  "Saner has lost weight again. It must be the recent events that have worn you out. Your father is useless, unable to protect you."

  Qing Sang smiled and comforted him, "Sang Er is fine, Father doesn't have to worry."

  Pu Ji'nian smiled with satisfaction, picked up a cup of tea from the case on the couch and said to Qing Sang: "Sang'er, this is the emperor's reward for my hard work in recent days. He specially gave me Shi Ting Green Tea. I know you like tea, so try some?"

  Qingsang took it and drank a mouthful.

  "The tea is fragrant and sweet, with a lingering aftertaste. It's indeed good tea." Qing Sang said with a smile. But when she looked up, she saw Pu Jiannian with a sorrowful expression, his eyes seemingly welling up with tears.

  "Dad, what's wrong......" Qing Sang asked, but before she could finish her sentence, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and suddenly her eyes turned black and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

  "Dad, you..." Qing Sang covered her abdomen, staring at her father in confusion.

  Pu Ji's eyes were filled with tears as he sobbed and said: "Sang Er, your father is useless, your father has wronged you."

  Qing Sang looked at her father in despair, tears dripping onto her Luo skirt. Unable to hold on any longer, Qing Sang slowly slid from the edge of the bed to the ground.

  Pu Ji Nian rushed over and tightly hugged Qing Sang, crying: "Sang Er, Sang Er, don't blame Father, the Seventh Prince said it had to be this way..."

  Your Highness, Tang? The rest of the words Qing Sang could no longer hear, another crying voice echoed in her ear, "Sister, don't blame me, I had to do this, otherwise Wang Xun would expose me..."

  Tang? He let his father take the poison.

  Her mind was getting more and more confused, her thoughts drifting further and further away, everything had disappeared. (Download this book by entering or searching for "book name + Ha Shi Ba") You can search for the latest updates of this book on Baidu by searching for "Shu Nu Hua Guan Lu Ha Shi Ba"!