Hu Yue took a few seconds to react before carrying Shang Anlan into the pavilion and laying her flat on the ground.

Shang Anlan opened his mouth slightly and breathed in small sips.

Although it was inappropriate, Hu Yue couldn't help but think of the fish she raised and equated them in her mind.

Jiang Zhiyu checked carefully and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's nothing serious, just heatstroke. Just rest. She...will be fine after some nourishment."

"Heatstroke? What does that mean?" the emperor asked.

"It's just sunstroke, it's okay." Jiang Zhiyu said.

However, the next second, everyone's expression changed.

Sunstroke?!

That's fatal!

The emperor also had a gloomy face. The prime minister's daughter died in the harem due to sunstroke. Even if the prime minister did not say it, he must have some resentment towards him in his heart.

But Zhiyu said it was okay, and the emperor said, "You must rescue her."

Jiang Zhiyu: “…”

Listening to the emperor's words and looking at everyone's faces that looked as if they were facing a great enemy, Jiang Zhiyu sighed softly.

The road to popularizing medicine is long and arduous.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. It's a minor matter and not fatal."

After hearing her say this, the emperor finally felt relieved.

But others were still worried.

The summer heat is extremely hot, and every year the number of people killed or injured by sunstroke is in the tens of thousands, but not in the thousands.

It is called an unpreventable disaster.

Jiang Zhiyu asked Hu Yue to half-help Shang Anlan stand up, and she fed her water in small sips, while dispersing the people who gathered around.

After half an hour, Shang Anlan gradually regained consciousness.

She looked around, thought of something, and her face changed slightly.

Jiang Zhiyu spoke up in time to stop her from getting up: "You haven't recovered yet. If you stand up now, you'll feel dizzy again."

Shang Anlan had no choice but to stop getting up.

"What happened to me just now?" she asked.

"It's nothing, just heatstroke." Jiang Zhiyu said.

Sunstroke?! Shang Anlan's face changed.

"It's not a big deal. It's just that the weather is hot now, and you're wearing too many clothes, so the chances of getting sunstroke are increased. On a normal day, try to stay in the shade and take off some clothes as appropriate. If you encounter someone suffering from sunstroke, help them to a cool place first, give them some water in small sips like I did, and don't stand around to keep the air ventilated. They'll feel better after a while. Remember that, right?"

Seeing Shang Anlan awaken with their own eyes, everyone's respect for Jiang Zhiyu increased even more. After silently memorizing her words, they all said in unison, "Remember."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded with satisfaction.

She looked at Shang Anlan and said, "If you still have trouble breathing, loosen your collar."

Shang Anlan was shocked: "No, I can't let my appearance be ruined!"

Jiang Zhiyu: “…”

"Songsong, I didn't ask you to take off all your clothes."

Shang Anlan held on to her collar tightly, as if she was afraid that Jiang Zhiyu would rush over and tear it open, and looked at her vigilantly.

【I really want to know what image I hold in the minds of the people of Tianqi.】

Seeing that Shang Anlan was no longer panting nervously like before, Jiang Zhiyu said softly: "If you don't want to take it off, then don't take it off."

She said it casually, and Shang Anlan's eyes did widen slightly.

She really wants to take it off!

Because of this incident, the emperor lost interest in the selection and signaled the eunuchs to take the person back.

Including Shang Anlan and Hu Yue.

After everyone left, the emperor ate his smoothie and asked, "Is there anything wrong with her health?"

Jiang Zhiyu was not surprised that the emperor could find out: "She was not born full-term, so compared to others, her body resistance is weaker, which means she is weak. But don't worry, just eat more to replenish qi and blood, and it will be fine."

The emperor nodded slightly.

"By the way, I've heard some news these days," the emperor said, putting down his spoon. "It seems Song Shiwei and Old Six have fallen out, and he's gone back to Jiang Zhaorong."

After he said that, he licked his lips slightly, waiting for Jiang Zhiyu's reaction.

Jiang Zhiyu just looked at him without saying anything.

The emperor was puzzled when he heard her say, "So? What's next?"

Next, what next?

Seeing the emperor's expression, Jiang Zhiyu was even more puzzled: "What does it have to do with me if he returns?"

【He must be trying to find out about his own background. 】

emperor:"……"

He didn't want to talk. After wiping his mouth, he looked at Jiang Zhiyu coldly, then stood up and left.

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly realized something. He quickly stepped forward and caught up with him: "Is Your Majesty reminding me to pay more attention to them? To prevent them from attacking me?"

The emperor stopped.

Just know it in your heart, why do you have to say it out loud?

How embarrassing, no sense of boundaries!

He repeated these two sentences to Jiang Zhiyu in his mind, and then continued to move forward with satisfaction.

Jiang Zhiyu, who didn't know that the boomerang had been hit back, blinked slightly, defining the emperor's brief pause as shyness, and stopped asking questions.

She walked a few steps beside the emperor, still harboring evil intentions, and asked, "Your Majesty, are you really not considering filling up your harem?"

"I think they would really like to have such an opportunity!"

"Since women can enter the harem, there must be men who want to have this right!"

The emperor stared at her quietly: "No, they don't want to."

Jiang Zhiyu: “…”

"You are not a fish, how do you know the joy of a fish?" Jiang Zhiyu said unconvinced.

"You are not a fish either, so how do you know that fish don't know the joy of fish?"

“…”

…

Afraid that Shang Anlan would faint again, Hu Yue carried her all the way back to the hall. Shang Anlan's face turned pale from being pushed by her shoulders. After entering the hall and getting off the ground, she still forced herself to go to the table and pour her a glass of water.

Hu Yue saw that her face was obviously pale, but her hand did not shake at all when pouring water, and her etiquette was very gentlemanly. He couldn't help but look at her with a bit of admiration.

Because of this admiration and the scene where she looked like a goldfish before, Hu Yue sat at the table.

Seeing her take a seat, Shang Anlan also sat down. She adjusted her breathing imperceptibly and said softly, "Thank you very much, Miss Hu, for what you did just now."

"No need to thank me, it's just a small favor," Hu Yue said. Looking at her, he couldn't help but say, "Why bother holding on? If you're not feeling well, just say it. If Zhiyu hadn't been here today, your life would be in danger."

Shang Anlan chuckled: "Yes, I noted it. It sounds like Miss Hu and Miss Jiang are very familiar with each other?"

Hu Yue lowered her eyes: "We're not that familiar with each other, I just admire her very much."

Shang Anlan uttered a soft "oh." She paused, as if she had made up her mind, and said, "Ms. Hu, you saved me today. I'm very grateful. I want to ask you a question."

“It might be a little offensive,” she added.

"Ask," Hu Yue said.

"Why did you come to the audition? Aren't you attracted to Jiang Kangan?"

Hu Yue's hand trembled slightly.

Shang Anlan bit her lips lightly.

There was a long silence, so long that Shang Anlan's complexion had recovered. When he wanted to change the subject, Hu Yue finally spoke: "I like him, but he doesn't like me. As for coming to the talent show, it's mainly for my father."