Ye Jingchen knew something was wrong and rushed forward to hug the small child. The next moment, the child went berserk in his arms, struggling violently, punching and kicking, and screaming incoherently.

The teacup fell to the ground, splashing warm tea all over the two of them.

"Your Highness—"

The palace servants had never seen anything like this before and were all panicked. Several young palace maids rushed over to try to separate Ye Jinghe and Ye Jingchen, but they couldn't get close at all.

"Everyone step back, go see if the imperial physician has arrived yet?" Ye Jingchen hurriedly ordered.

"Your Highness, please release the Fifth Prince quickly, lest he hurt you!" Fangfei said anxiously.

Ye Jingchen held Ye Jinghe tightly and wouldn't let go. After being kicked several times and scratched several times, he used his feet to lock Ye Jinghe's feet and his arms to hold Ye Jinghe's hands in place.

Ye Jinghe couldn't move his hands and feet, so he desperately tried to bite them.

He bit Ye Jingchen's arm hard.

A sharp pain spread from his arm throughout his body, and Ye Jingchen gritted his teeth to keep himself from crying out.

"Jinghe, don't be afraid. No one will take your things, and no one will hurt you anymore." Despite the pain, he had to speak up to comfort Ye Jinghe, who was in a berserk state and whose damage was doubled.

"Imperial Physician Zhang has arrived!"

"Imperial physician, come quickly to save our prince! The Fifth Prince has gone mad!"

As soon as Physician Zhang entered the bedchamber, he saw such a chaotic scene. The old physician moved swiftly and quickly to Ye Jingchen's side. With a flick of his wrist, a silver needle appeared in his hand. With a swift motion, the child in his arms stopped moving.

When Ye Jingchen first encountered the wonders of traditional Chinese medicine, he was speechless with amazement.

Physician Zhang calmly and composedly picked up the unconscious child and placed him on the recliner next to him.