Suffocation? Why would she suffocate when she was just fine?

Empress Wang didn't have the leisure of making guesses about this. She also immediately panicked. "Someone come. Hurry and go bring imperial physicians!"

Such a properly celebratory night. She didn't expect that an accident would occur at the end. If something bad were to truly happen to the suffocating Imperial Consort Song, she also wouldn't be free from responsibility. How could Empress Wang still care about the poem in her hand. She directly threw it to the side and promptly stepped forward to examine the imperial consort.

After exerting effort for a short amount of time, Imperial Consort Song's face already turned completely red. Her wide open eyes stared fixedly as she grabbed the sleeve of Empress Wang's robe. She seemingly wanted to cry for help, but was unable to form a single sentence. From her mouth, only 'hu hu' sounds came out. Her painful efforts only made others confused.

The scene immediately turned totally chaotic. Everyone stared at Empress Wang and Imperial Consort Song at the center. They stared blankly, helpless, and pale with fright.

If something bad happened at the end of tonight's Mid-Autumn Feast, if Imperial Consort Song were to choke to death on account of writing down a poem, she's afraid this might become the greatest joke on Western Chu. Even though this matter had nothing to do with them, they still witnessed everything personally after all. Very likely, His Majesty will be furious and they would also be implicated.

The most regretful one was Yuchi Lianqing. She was as dumbstruck as a wooden chicken as she froze there, her brain like mush. Ordinarily, she had always been resourceful and quick-witted, and more intelligent than anyone. However, she currently didn't know what to do at all, as she stared stupidly. She even forgot to stand up and see how Imperial Consort Song was doing.

As if a club struck her head, she fell from the clouds down into the abyss. Wasn't it just fine earlier? Empress Wang even said that she wanted to choose her to become the crown prince's consort. Imperial Consort Song even wanted to personally write the poem down for her to send to His Majesty. She was thoroughly delighted. In her fantasy, it wouldn't be long before her dream will come true, and she became the future empress. Yet now.....

On account of writing her poem down, Imperial Consort Song's momentary happiness caused her to choke.

No matter what, she couldn't be free from responsibility in this matter!

If Imperial Consort Song were to truly come to a bad end, not to mention how the two princes might look at her with animosity, even if His Majesty didn't demand that she took responsibility, she's afraid that it'd be impossible for her to become the crown prince consort. She'd loved the crown prince dearly for three years. She'd always longed to become the crown prince consort, yet now, her joy had turned into sorrow. She's afraid it would already be extremely lucky if His Majesty could pardon her.

Body covered in cold sweat from fear, Yuchi Lianqing collapsed from head to toe. With a deathly pale complexion, she watched the chaotic mess.

"Where's the imperial physician. Why are they still not here?" Empress Wang asked anxiously, noticing that the hand Imperial Consort Song used to grab onto her sleeve was weakening, while her eyes were becoming spiritless and her body trembled all over, even as choking sounds continually came from her throat. The empress was afraid that the other already could no longer persevere for much longer.

Something bad is going to happen......

Something really bad!

Even someone like Empress Wang was also panicking now. Besides placing all of her hope on the imperial physicians arriving quickly, there was nothing else she could do.

"Your Highness, allow me to take a look at Imperial Consort Song." Just when she was most frantic and hopeless, a voice sounded. Without waiting for the empress to reply, a young lady dressed in white broke through the crowd. She crouched down beside her.

Turning her head to look, she discovered that it was Luo Qing Luan. At this time, how could Empress Wang take so much into consideration. She promptly asked, "Qing Luan, do you have a solution?"

"I've studied some emergency medicine in the past. This situation is urgent and can't wait for the imperial physicians. Will you let me try?" Within the crowd of flustered and helpless palace maids and eunuchs, the calm and collected Luo Qing Luan seemed especially extraordinary, like a single star in the night sky.

Apparently, her calm also infected Empress Wang. She finally composed herself and immediately replied, "Good, Qing Luan, try your best. I promise you, I won't blame you even if you can't do anything. Just try your best and do what you can."

This was the same as giving medicine to a dead horse (trying everything in a desperate situation). Empress Wang also had no other option.

Who could have imagined that this mishap would happen? This was merely a feast to admire the full moon, which had been conducted for many years. There had never been a problem before, yet this kind of emergency had to happen this year. Imperial Consort Song was not suffering from illness. She was choking. If she suffocated and stopped breathing, how could she still wait for the imperial physicians to come?

Therefore, even if it was Luo Qing Luan, a girl who didn't seem to be sixteen years of age, yet, as long as she was willing to give it a try, Empress Wang would embraced this only hope. It was still better than doing nothing!

With Empress Wang's guarantee, Luo Qing Luan was even more reassured.

Ever since that palace maid said that Imperial Consort Song was choking, she knew that the circumstances might seem urgent, however, as long as one knew what to do, it wouldn't be very serious. But they had to make every moment count!

Quickly holding onto Imperial Consort Song's wrist, Luo Qing Luan merely took her pulse for a short time and already knew what to do. After taking a look at Imperial Consort Song's eyes and feeling her throat, Luo Qing Luan immediately said, "Someone come. Help me turn the consort's body over."

As she was speaking, she went and pulled Imperial Consort Song's hand. Once a palace maid to her side heard this, she understood Luo Qing Luan's intention for the most part and quickly came to help.

At this time, they could no longer be too gentle. Time was of the essence. Luo Qing Luan had two palace maids help lean Imperial Consort Song over while resting on her knees to keep her head down, while Luo Qing Luan placed her left hand supporting the consort's stomach. After that, she used force to slap.

The position and the strength, neither was dispensable. Luo Qing Luan gave her one slap after another, of uniform speed and rhythmic, while she spoke, "Imperial Concubine, you can hear me, right? If you can cough, please exert all of your strength to cough. Once you do, you'll be better."

The others looked on without understanding what's going to happen and could only wait anxiously.