My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Old Princess Consort pursed her lips and smiled.

"You’re not wrong, my life has indeed been quite unfortunate." She sighed and said, "It seems that all my luck in this life was spent on encountering Qi Qian’s grandfather."

Qin Liuxi said, "I do not know the perils when the rebel army entered the city back then. However, your body was already prone to cold, weakened after childbirth and then further chilled; this coldness has penetrated deep into your bones as cold poison. It’s not easy to eradicate cold poison. Over the years, even with continuous nursing care, it’s not enough to counteract the rampant cold poison, which feels like being pricked by needles and bitten by myriads of ants, causing bone-piercing numbness."

Qi Qian, standing by the side, turned pale upon hearing this.

"Without removing the cold poison, no matter how many tonics you take, it won’t help. The prescriptions provided by the Imperial Physician to you, I reckon, are mostly for nourishing and warming the body, and they dare not use harsh medicines."

For someone like the Old Princess Consort, whose husband sacrificed himself for the country and who suffered greatly during the rebellion, she would only become a treasured figure to be protected. Which doctor would dare use strong medicine on her? They would fear that her body couldn’t bear it and if something happened to her, it would be a terrible affair that could lead to beheading and the ruin of one’s family!

At this moment, Nanny Zhao looked towards the Chief Maid, Huan’er, beside her, and the latter presented the prepared prescriptions to Qin Liuxi.

Qin Liuxi took them and as she flipped through each one, it was indeed as she suspected: the prescriptions were mostly focused on nurturing the body with warming and tonifying methods. There were some that involved using cupping therapy to extract poison, but they were of little effect.

However, there was one prescription that was rather bold. She raised it and said, "This prescription seems to be quite fitting to the condition."

Qi Qian took it and read the name, saying, "This is from Doctor Su Sheng of Miao Zhen Hall in the capital, who seems to be quite famous, apparently a disciple of Divine Doctor Du Ren known for the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles."

Qin Liuxi’s hand paused while touching her teacup, and the corner of her eye twitched.