I insist

Chapter 268: Rescuing Consort Can

Ming Taicheng could have relied on this life to his advantage in crucial moments in the future, but now he's wasting it on her.

She stopped and looked at Ming Taicheng apologetically, "I'm sorry, you've wasted this friendship for me. If you had stayed later, you definitely could have..."

At this point, Song Miqiu lowered his head in shame, unsure of what to say.

"Hey!" Ming Taicheng patted Song Miqiu on the shoulder with a smile and said generously, "It's nothing! It's just a friendship. Besides, with my title of Medical Sage for thirty consecutive years, they'd better think twice before trying to deal with me."

Even with Ming Taicheng's words of comfort, Song Miqiu still felt guilty.

She thought for a moment, then glanced at Ming Taicheng and said, "Extend your hand."

The other person was puzzled, but knew that Song Miqiu would not harm them, so they complied with Song Miqiu's words and extended their hand to the other person, "What's wrong?"

Song Miqiu lowered her eyes and took out several bottles of medicine from her sleeve. She had Ming Taicheng put his hands together and carefully placed the medicine bottles in Ming Taicheng's palms.

Several porcelain bottles clinked together, and Song Miqiu looked up at the other person. "I'm sure you'll be interested in these bottles of medicine. Take them back and study them."

Upon hearing this, Ming Taicheng's eyes lit up instantly.

He had always liked the strange medicine bottles that Song Miqiu carried, but he knew that those medicine bottles were very useful. Although he really wanted to borrow those medicine bottles from Song Miqiu and take them back to study, he ultimately didn't dare to.

After all, it belongs to someone else; it wouldn't be appropriate for him to take it.

But to his surprise, Song Miqiu would actually take the initiative to hand over these things to him for research, which made Ming Taicheng feel that it was very worthwhile!

Even if Ming Taicheng didn't use his connections with the chief eunuch on Song Miqiu, he figured they wouldn't be of any use either.

He was different from Song Miqiu. He was very well-behaved in the palace and rarely caused trouble, which meant that even if Song Miqiu wanted to use him, there was nowhere to use him.

But Song Miqiu was different.

Ming Taicheng realized that Song Miqiu was too troublesome, and even if he kept an eye on Song Miqiu, he sometimes couldn't stop her.

Therefore, Ming Taicheng had long ago planned to use the favor he had built with the chief eunuch on Song Miqiu.

Sure enough, it came true today.

As evening approached, Song Miqiu went to the Cold Palace to check on Consort Can.

She vividly remembered how thin Consort Can had been when she rescued her that day.

Her body was very weak, and she was dragged away by the Empress Dowager to be tortured. All thirty strokes of the cane were delivered to Consort Can, and Song Miqiu was afraid that she would not be able to endure it.

If those thirty strokes of the cane were applied to Ming Taicheng, he would probably be half-dead, let alone the extremely weak Consort Can!

Thinking of this, Song Miqiu pursed her lips, placed her hand on the door, and gently pushed it open.

The Cold Palace was extremely quiet now; even the slightest sound would be amplified. Song Miqiu poked her head out and looked at the environment inside the Cold Palace.

Seeing that Consort Chan wasn't there, she immediately pulled her head back and walked in another direction.

It has to be said that the Cold Palace is eerily quiet. Even with Consort Can living there, there is no human presence at all. No wonder Consort Can has been imprisoned here for so long that she has become somewhat mentally unstable.

Looking around at the furnishings, Song Miqiu quietly arrived at a certain place. She pushed open the door, stepped over the threshold, and went inside, where she saw Consort Can lying on the bed.

She tiptoed to Consort Can's side and sighed when she saw how weak the other woman looked.

Song Miqiu learned about what happened to Consort Bai at Cining Palace that afternoon from her spies she had planted there.

Song Miqiu really didn't expect that Consort Can would still dare to speak disrespectfully to the Empress Dowager even in her current state. No wonder she suddenly received those thirty strokes of the cane.

After all, if she were to respond normally or continue acting erratically, the Empress Dowager would certainly not do anything to Consort Can.

But when Song Miqiu thought of Consort Can's feelings for her father, she sighed helplessly.

Even he himself was almost unable to resist taking action against the Empress Dowager, let alone Consort Can, whose body was on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Just as she was about to do something, her arm was grabbed.

Song Miqiu looked down and saw that Consort Can had her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, and her mouth opening and closing as if she were saying something.

Seeing this, Song Miqiu lowered her head and put her ear close to Consort Can's mouth, just to find out what the other party was saying.

All she heard was her father's name.

Song Miqiu was surprised that Consort Can kept calling out her father's name after fainting, which made her look at him with even more complicated feelings, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

She touched Consort Can's forehead, and sure enough, it was hot enough to fry an egg on.

Song Miqiu felt helpless as she watched the medicine taste in Canfei's mouth for a short time, while the other woman continued to murmur her father's name.

She leaned down and whispered in the other person's ear, "You have to live. As long as you live, you will be free."

Song Miqiu could feel the grip on her wrist getting tighter and tighter. She felt a little pain, but she kept repeating the words in Canfei's ear.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Miqiu immediately put the fever-reducing medicine into Consort Can's mouth and made her swallow it.

Finally, dawn broke. Song Miqiu looked exhausted. She slowly stood up, rubbed her already sore hair, and turned to pack her things.

When the palace maid who came to serve entered, she saw that there was an extra Song Miqiu inside.

She was stunned for a moment, went out to take a look, and saw that she was indeed in the Cold Palace.

"you……"

Song Miqiu couldn't help but yawn, a tear welling up in her eye. She strode up to the palace maid, glanced back at Consort Can who was fast asleep on the bed, and said in a deep voice, "Take good care of Consort Can. I've been taking care of her for a long time, and I finally managed to bring her fever down."

The palace maid looked at Song Miqiu in surprise. In her memory, she had never seen Consort Can and Song Miqiu know each other, so why was she suddenly treating Consort Can?

Yesterday, she was still worried about who to find to treat Consort Can's illness, since Consort Can was in a very sorry state when she moved back from Cining Palace.

She didn't have much money, and if she went to the Imperial Hospital, few of the imperial physicians would be willing to come to the Cold Palace.

The only one willing to help was someone who happened to be busy yesterday. The palace maid could only pray that Consort Can would pull through this time, but unexpectedly, a royal physician came to her aid.

Thinking of this, the other party quickly bowed to Song Miqiu, "Thank you so much! Without you, Her Majesty would not know what to do!"

Song Miqiu waved his hand, too lazy to say anything more. He had already taken good care of things; the rest was up to the palace maids to do.

She yawned, drowsiness overwhelming her mind. Song Miqiu didn't want to say anything and walked around the palace maids towards the outside of the palace.