Abandoned Woman Busy Farming-Chapter 1563 Chaos_1

Bai Ruozhu and the Empress Dowager rushed to Consort Le’s quarters, only to see Consort Le gently soothing the crying Imperial Son Xinxin, who wept with heart-wrenching sobs, as if in pain, making Consort Le’s forehead break out in a fine sweat. frёeωebɳovel.com

Seeing Bai Ruozhu and the Empress Dowager approach, Consort Le couldn’t even afford to perform the customary bow; instead, she hurriedly held out Imperial Son Xinxin to Bai Ruozhu, "Ruozhu, you must check quickly what’s wrong with Xinxin. I thought he was hungry, but he wouldn’t nurse. Worried he was hot, I removed his outer garment, but to no avail. He’s not wet or soiled either; he’s just extremely fussy."

Bai Ruozhu quickly reached out to feel the child’s forehead, which wasn’t hot; she then tried to feel the child’s pulse, but Imperial Son Xinxin, crying, wouldn’t keep still.

It took a great effort to finally take his pulse, and Bai Ruozhu felt even more puzzled. Imperial Son Xinxin seemed to be in good health, but she had heard that baby’s incessant cries usually had a reason.

Just as Consort Le had said, the crying wasn’t due to hunger, heat, a dirty diaper, or the need to be held, as even being held by Consort Le didn’t help.

"He’s not sick," Bai Ruozhu withdrew her hand. She had raised Dengdeng and knew quite a lot about children. Why was this so perplexing?

"Then why does he keep crying?" Consort Le, anxious, started to cry as well.

The Empress Dowager hurried to comfort her, "Don’t worry, don’t worry. If you become flustered, won’t the child be even more distressed? You need to calm down first."

Only then did Consort Le sniffle and managed to calm herself a bit.

"Place Imperial Son Xinxin on the bed and undress him for a thorough examination," Bai Ruozhu suggested, then turned to the nurse, inquiring about Imperial Son Xinxin’s last bowel movement.

The nurse answered nervously, all was normal.

Bai Ruozhu checked the nurse’s pulse to confirm there was nothing wrong with the milk, and then she examined Imperial Son Xinxin once more, finding the child entirely unharmed, his nails not even scratched by his own doing, a testament to the attentive care of those below.

Yet, at this moment, Imperial Son Xinxin still cried non-stop, his little face turning beet red as if he might choke at any moment.

Everyone in the room was in a state of utter panic, and Bai Ruozhu grew anxious as well; however, one couldn’t use sedatives on such a small child. What were they to do?

Suddenly, a disturbing thought crossed her mind, and she quickly said to Hao Mu at her side, "Go and fetch my senior brother right away!"

Hao Mu froze for a moment, then hurriedly ran outside. Both the Empress Dowager and Consort Le were taken aback. Consort Le suddenly grasped Bai Ruozhu’s hand, her voice filled with alarm, "Why call for Young Master Ning? Are you saying what Xinxin has isn’t an illness? Has someone cast a curse on him?"

"Don’t panic just yet. I can’t be certain, but since the medical examination reveals nothing, the only option left is to ask my senior brother. He’s well-read; perhaps he will discover the problem," Bai Ruozhu tried to downplay the severity, but in her heart, she felt there was an eighty to ninety percent chance it was indeed a curse technique.

She had studied at the Astrology Tower for only a short while, so her knowledge from the books she read was limited but still vastly superior to what she had known before. If Imperial Son Xinxin wasn’t so young, not even a full month old yet, she wouldn’t have considered witchcraft as a cause so late.

Such a young child, who would cast such a spell on him?

All of a sudden, the Empress Dowager burst into tears, "Why is this happening? Why is my Cining Palace so unsafe? To think that by bringing you closer to me, I’ve endangered you!"

Her expression was one of desolation, as though she had lost the will to live. Consort Le, concerned, quickly took her hand, "Aunt, you cannot talk like this. If it weren’t for you, Wenwen might not have survived till the child’s birth. If there’s blame, it lies with the nefarious deeds of others."

The Empress Dowager heaved a deep sigh, ultimately blaming the untimely death of the Former Emperor for not arranging everything properly, for not giving Crown Prince Tang Yin enough time to build his faction. It had made their every step arduous. Even now that Tang Yin had finally secured his position as emperor, the palace was infiltrated with spies planted by numerous factions, making it impossible to guard against them all.

Bai Ruozhu also felt heartache for the pitiable baby prince, so she could only hold him in her arms and gently massage him to soothe his crying. However, this method was only a temporary solution that served to stop his cries from becoming gasps for air.

Finally, Ning Yu arrived. Seeing the baby prince’s condition, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"I can’t be sure yet, let me try casting a spell," Ning Yu said, and then took out talisman papers and a brush and started drawing. The procedure appeared to be very complicated.

Seeing this, Bai Ruozhu knew the child must have been afflicted by a witchcraft curse, and Ning Yu’s actions were merely to ascertain what curse had struck the child and how it had been cast.

The magic array quickly lit up, and then several talisman papers burned at once, instantly turning into ashes.

At this moment, the baby prince’s cries also diminished, and his emotions settled.

"Is it over? Is he all right?" Consort Yue asked excitedly.

Ning Yu’s face remained grave. He couldn’t bear to dash Consort Yue’s hopes, but he also couldn’t hide the truth.

"I have only temporarily suppressed the witchcraft curse on the baby prince’s body. I haven’t removed it. Considering the baby prince’s tender age, I need to give careful thought before attempting a cure," he said.

"What!" Consort Yue’s body swayed, and she fainted away.

Fortunately, a maidservant nearby had sharp eyes and caught her in time. Bai Ruozhu hurriedly instructed others to help Consort Yue onto the bed and applied acupuncture to let her sleep well. She was still in her month of confinement; it was already improper for her to be out of bed, and what if she fell ill due to such emotional turmoil?

"How, how could this happen?" The Empress Dowager broke into tears as she spoke.

Ning Yu had a look of difficulty on his face, while Bai Ruozhu’s eyes bore into him with urgency, "What time is it now, just say it directly, we must think of a solution no matter what."

"The curse technique on Diao Bin has transferred to the baby prince," Ning Yu said with difficulty.

Bai Ruozhu stared with wide eyes, no wonder... no wonder Ning Yu was struggling to speak, so this was the case!

"It’s all my fault, all the wrongdoing I’ve done! If the curse that struck me hadn’t transferred to you, Diao Bin, she wouldn’t have suffered so much. And now it has harmed Xinxin, it’s all my fault!" The Empress Dowager suddenly became emotionally agitated, beating her chest and then grabbing Ning Yu’s arm, shouting, "Transfer the curse from Xinxin to me, I’m tired of living, let me die!"

"Empress Dowager, you can’t do this..." The Empress Dowager’s Nanny hurried to pull her away, unable to hold back her tears.

The room was in utter chaos, and Bai Ruozhu swiftly moved behind the Empress Dowager and quickly tapped her sleeping acupoint.

"The Empress Dowager’s emotions are too agitated; it could harm her health. It’s better for her to sleep right now," Bai Ruozhu explained.

The Nanny and Hao Mu quickly helped the Empress Dowager; Hao Mu, having martial strength, simply carried the Empress Dowager back to her bedchamber.

The baby prince, who was crying before, had now quieted down. He had just been born and couldn’t see much, yet he curiously turned his head around, seemingly not understanding what all these people were doing.

Watching his little figure, Bai Ruozhu felt a sense of desolation. He was just a little baby who knew nothing at all.

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