I insist

Chapter 122: Public Attitudes

No! Don't die!

Song Miqiu stretched out his hand with difficulty, even trying to find the system to exchange for a potion to save him.

But no matter how much he called out, he couldn't hear that familiar voice.

Even though she knew it was a dream, Song Miqiu could feel the temperature between them starting to drop, and the weight of the man in her arms was getting heavier and heavier, to the point that she could hardly hold him anymore.

He and the body crashed to the ground together; how could he not understand the situation?

She reached out and carefully touched the blood-stained face twice, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

So real, are these all memories?

Song Miqiu wanted to recall the person's name carefully, but found that everything before her was beginning to change drastically.

She felt dizzy and nauseous, but she didn't care at all. She even closed her eyes and desperately tried to recall those memories.

Another scene flashed before her eyes, and Song Miqiu thought it was another scene, so she tried hard to recall it.

But when she saw that scene clearly, everything went black before her eyes. She reached out but shouted that she couldn't sit up.

Everything was pitch black in front of me. I stared blankly ahead for a while before I realized that I had woken up from a nightmare.

Song Miqiu felt something was wrong with her face, raised her hand to touch it, and then realized that her face was covered with tears and her heart was still aching.

Although she didn't know why, she closed her eyes again to recall the man's appearance and what he had said.

But no matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't wake up any other memories in her mind; she could only watch as the man fell into her arms again and again.

Unable to bear the shock, she could only stare blankly at the ceiling until dawn.

"I'm so tired. If I could, I'd rather take a nap right now."

But as soon as Song Miqiu closed his eyes, he heard the sound of flesh being pierced by a sharp arrow.

He shook his head vigorously, finally shaking off the strange feeling, and looked even more helplessly at the courtyard outside that was starting to make various noises.

It's time to get up.

But just before Song Miqiu was about to make a move, another figure pushed open the door and walked straight in.

"Did you go thief last night?"

"You look very haggard?"

She reached out and touched her eyelids, feeling that they were slightly dry. She immediately stepped forward and pressed her eye sockets.

I slowly stood up and walked to the mirror, only to see a completely dark area.

"Why are you back? Are you the Crown Prince?"

"That person wasn't so kind."

That is, I came here by myself.

Song Miqiu nodded knowingly, and wanted to change into another set of clothes before going to the Imperial Hospital to check on the situation.

But when she opened the wardrobe, she found that all the clothes inside were gone. She turned to look at Yu Huailin next to her.

The other person also looked innocent and was just about to explain that he had nothing to do with it when they heard the footsteps of several people behind him.

Seeing the two people standing inside the door without making any movement, she let out a soft exclamation and then did not react. She respectfully handed over the clothes she was holding.

Song Miqiu probably guessed that this was her 'work uniform', and reached out to unfold it, but then thought that the clothes might be too complicated, so she could only unfold her hands.

The group didn't find it strange and immediately surrounded her.

When they dispersed again, Song Miqiu was already standing in the room wearing a brand new, well-fitting outfit.

How's this outfit?

Are you asking me if it fits, or how it feels to wear?

I just don't feel like there's anything nice to say.

But Song Miqiu still wanted to know his situation from the other party, so he had to go and see him again.

Seeing her expectant look, Yu Huailin felt a surge of anger. He was about to say that it was inappropriate, but could only say dryly that clothes make the man, and then turned and left quickly.

"What are we going to do?"

"Breakfast is ready, please..."

Before they could finish speaking, the group suddenly looked up at the sky and their expressions changed slightly.

Song Miqiu followed their gaze and saw that it was already getting light there. He frowned once again, realizing it was getting late.

But just as she was thinking about how to get the things onto the carriage, she saw Yu Huailin standing at the gate of the courtyard, carrying a food box in one hand.

"Master, it's getting late, so I took the liberty of bringing you some pastries to eat on your way."

"Well done."

Song Miqiu didn't hold back his praise, nodded to Yu Huailin, and then strode to the carriage at the door.

Having finally escaped everyone's sight, she tried to open the food box, but her hand was pinned down on it.

"You still have the appetite to eat?"

"What else can I do? Order you to take me away now? Or run away on my own?"

Song Miqiu sighed helplessly, reached out and pried open the other hand, then picked up a few pieces of pastry and stuffed them into her mouth.

When the carriage came to a slow stop, he reached out and took a sip of tea before slowly getting off and walking toward the Imperial Hospital, which was further away.

Before she arrived, the Imperial Hospital was already in an uproar.

"I heard that Imperial Physician Ming is her brother. Could it be that he leaked the exam questions and gave that person the antidote?"

"That's impossible. We saw her prepare it herself."

Hearing this, there was another silence. The group looked at each other, and finally, with a flick of their sleeves, let out an even heavier sigh.

But just as the Imperial Hospital was about to quiet down, another voice suddenly rang out again.

"That woman is of unknown age; her eyesight will deteriorate in a few years. Why bring her in at this time?"

"I heard from someone who was fortunate enough to stay in the palace yesterday that it was the Crown Prince who came looking for us, could it be..."

Several people's expressions changed slightly upon hearing this, but their eyes darted around as if they were considering how to respond.

Just as everyone was at a loss, another figure silently entered and listened to their conversation.

Fortunately, the Imperial Hospital wasn't very large, and someone noticed the other person's presence and subtly alerted everyone.

The group that had been chatting enthusiastically just moments before now looked extremely grim, but the next moment they forced out a smile and looked at the person ingratiatingly.

"Why is Physician Lin here so early? Didn't he say he wasn't feeling well yesterday? Why isn't he here today...?"

"What, you all want me to die sooner?"

The imperial physicians knew that if they didn't explain things clearly at this point, they would suffer the consequences, so they knelt on the ground and didn't dare to raise their heads.

Lin Yecheng merely snorted coldly at their obsequious manner, then abruptly swung his sleeves and sat down in his own seat.

He picked up the teacup and examined it carefully before finally drinking the tea.

But just as everyone was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly threw the teacup to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

"His Majesty arranged for them to come here, and he has the freedom to make his own arrangements, which is not something you people can speculate about."

"Yes, Physician Lin is right. We were too narrow-minded."

But what's surprising is that just as the slightly younger imperial physician finished speaking, another teacup shattered at his feet.