When the child closed his eyes after he finished speaking, Emperor Jingwen and the imperial concubine immediately became panicked.

"You are not allowed to sleep! I order you not to sleep, do you hear me?!"

"Shuo'er, Shuo'er, don't sleep. Open your eyes and look at your mother, okay?"

Wu Yi, who was standing nearby, was struck by lightning when he saw this scene.

I seem to have...really killed the little prince...

Wu Yi lowered his head and looked at his hands, his mind went blank.

Emperor Jingwen was stunned at first, as if he couldn't react to the scene before him. He gasped uncontrollably twice and then became furious: "Where is the imperial physician? Why hasn't the imperial physician arrived yet?"

The gray-haired imperial physician was caught by Su Yue and rushed over breathlessly. As luck would have it, he just happened to hear crying and shouting coming from the side hall. He was caught off guard and his heart skipped a beat.

It’s over. Judging from the noise, the little prince might be dead.

This, this, this… It has only been less than two incense sticks since the people from Qiuwu Palace came to invite him. Even if it is a high fever, it can’t be so fast, right? ?

Could it be poisoning, or something else?

At this moment, the Imperial Physician thought a lot and even began to wonder if he had been accidentally involved in the harem struggle. In an instant, he even thought of how to escape and save his life.

What should I do?

Groaning inwardly, under the pressure of the emperor and the imperial concubine's gazes, the imperial physician nervously felt the little prince's pulse.

After a moment, the imperial physician was stunned.

…Huh? ?

It doesn't seem to be a big deal.

The little prince's pulse was strong, which showed that he was in good health. But seeing how nervous the emperor and the imperial concubine were, and the imperial concubine's eyes were swollen from crying, the imperial physician always felt that things were not that simple.

No, no, watch it again.

To be on the safe side, the imperial physician examined the patient several times.

But what he didn't know was that because his expression was too serious (he suspected it was a harem struggle) and his brows were furrowed (he really couldn't diagnose anything else and had some doubts about his true level), Emperor Jingwen couldn't hold it back anymore, his brows were tightened, and he seemed shocked and angry.

Finally, under the imperial concubine's almost desperate gaze, the imperial physician gave his own judgment very cautiously: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the little prince has caught a cold and has a high fever that won't go away."

Then what?

Just gone? ?

After waiting for a long time, nothing happened. Finally, the emperor was the first to react: "If that's the case, why is Shuo'er still unconscious?"

this……

The Imperial Physician cupped his hands, and after a moment of hesitation, he finally answered, "He is not unconscious. The little prince must be too tired, so he went to bed early. The little prince is young and has a weak immune system, so he falls asleep much faster than an adult due to his physical condition."

It is normal for children to be talking one moment and fall asleep the next moment when they turn around.

Emperor Jingwen: “…”

Imperial Concubine: “…”

The Sixth Prince: “…”

It turns out that when he said sleepy, he really meant sleepy in the literal sense...

Wu Yi on the side breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though his youngest son was still sick, for some reason, Emperor Jingwen still wanted to pull him out of bed and give him a good beating.

Can't you just put it clearly?!

Turning his head, out of sight, out of mind, Emperor Jingwen asked again: "The weather has been fine in recent days, how come the little prince got caught in the wind?"

I don’t know about this imperial physician.

Wu Yi seemed to have remembered something, and spoke with some difficulty: "Your Majesty, there seems to be a wind vent behind the rockery where the little prince and I stayed this afternoon."

It's not far from Qiuwu Palace and is a good place Ye Shuo recently discovered. Anyway, with Wu Yi following him, he can go anywhere in the palace.

The rockery was designed with a hole, and the breeze blew through it, making it very cool. Midsummer had just passed and the autumn heat was prevalent. Ye Shuo was so afraid of heat that he didn't think too much about it at the time.

Even Wu Yi didn't take it seriously. After all, in his opinion, such a small breeze was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth. What's more, if his hair hadn't been blown up, Wu Yi wouldn't even feel that there was any wind there.

Unexpectedly, such a small negligence caused the little prince to suddenly have a fever at night.

Wu Yi suddenly had a better understanding of the fragility of children.

Wu Yi, who had fought in the midst of swords and sabers, and was used to being injured, and had been seriously injured and on the verge of death several times, realized belatedly that a little wind could take the life of a child.

It’s indeed him!

After hearing this, the imperial concubine couldn't help but glared at Wu Yi fiercely like a knife.

Seeing this, Wu Yi lowered his head in silence.

But in fact, it had nothing to do with the wind. After all, it was not the first day that Ye Shuo had stayed there. It was just inexplicable and a coincidence.

If you look for excuses after something happens, you will always find them.

The Imperial Physician did not delve into the matter further. He stroked his beard and directly concluded: "That's it. The child is fragile and cannot withstand the wind."

Thinking of the rumors in the palace, the imperial physician said, "My lord, don't push too hard on everything. The little prince is still young and is in the period of growth. He must not be overworked. Reading and writing are important, but if you continue like this for a long time, it may damage his foundation."

It is now widely rumored outside that the Emperor assigned the secret guard to the little prince, and that the secret guard has been watching the little prince non-stop for almost twelve hours, and the imperial physician who has never seen the little prince in person actually believed this nonsense.

So in the final analysis, it’s still my own problem.

Perhaps he was really too harsh on his youngest son.

Emperor Jingwen remained silent and played with the beads faster.

Wu Yi vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he really couldn't find it, so gradually, he agreed with what the imperial physician said.

Although the little prince's pulse is strong, as the imperial physician, the imperial physician never likes to make promises. Everyone in the palace is extremely cautious.

Therefore, the imperial physician said: "Although the little prince is not seriously ill at the moment, if the high fever does not subside in the second half of the night, it will still be very dangerous."

Even though the little prince is in good condition now and the possibility of his temperature rising further in the second half of the night is not high, you still have to make it clear in advance, right?

"Well, I understand. Go get the medicine."

Emperor Jingwen waved his hand absentmindedly at the imperial physician and said nothing more.

Now that he had finished looking at the sights, there was nothing else to do. Wang Ziquan thought that the Emperor was probably about to leave, and he was about to give orders to have the sedan chair ready.

Who would have thought that Emperor Jingwen would simply stay in Qiuwu Palace!

Wang Ziquan was shocked.

You know, except for the crown prince, other princes have never had such an honor.

But in fact, this is not a matter of honor or not. The main reason is that the previous children’s illnesses had basically nothing to do with Emperor Jingwen. Ye Shuo was the first prince to fall ill because of Emperor Jingwen’s decision, so naturally it was different.

If he hadn't given such an order, the child wouldn't have behaved like this.

Thinking of this, Emperor Jingwen couldn't help feeling guilty.

The imperial concubine was guarding the side hall, and since the morning court would begin in an hour or two, Emperor Jingwen had to at least have a rest.

It was natural for them to enter the main hall of Qiuwu Palace. After Wang Ziquan had directed the palace servants to tidy up everything, he suddenly heard these words:

"Wang Ziquan, tell me, is this really my fault?"

Wang Ziquan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

How should he answer this question?

Fortunately, Emperor Jingwen didn't seem to want an answer from him, and after this sentence, he never mentioned it again.

But just this one sentence was enough to scare Wang Ziquan.

Even if the emperor really made mistakes, they were always the fault of others. Since the emperor said so, it shows how deeply shocked he was at the moment.

Even if others don’t know, how could Emperor Jingwen not know?

It was because of him that the youngest son almost couldn’t be born, it was because of him that he almost died after birth, and it was because of him that he is now seriously ill.

After a long time, Emperor Jingwen slowly closed his eyes.

The next morning, Ye Shuo was still asleep when Emperor Jingwen went to court. When he left the court, he naturally headed towards Qiuwu Palace.

The second prince frowned subconsciously upon seeing this, always feeling that his father seemed to care too much about this imperial brother. He suddenly wanted to see who this little imperial brother of his was that could make his father so concerned.

In the past one or two years, the palace has been filled with rumors about this little prince, which are even bigger than the one caused by the imperial concubine before.

But when he thought that he was not familiar with the little prince and that he was ill, he would be in trouble if something happened. So, the second prince gave up.

Let’s leave it at that for now and talk about this matter later.

The Crown Prince didn't have so many concerns. After the court session, he walked together with Emperor Jingwen: "Father, are you going to Qiuwu Palace to visit my little brother? It's just right. I plan to go with you."

Emperor Jingwen naturally would not refuse.

At this time, Ye Shuo's temperature had dropped. The imperial concubine really couldn't bear it anymore, so she went to sleep in the main hall after the nanny's repeated urging.

Reaching out to touch his youngest son's forehead, he found that it was not so hot anymore, and Emperor Jingwen couldn't help but feel relieved.

Only at this time did he have time to look at Wu Yi, who had also been guarding all night.

Wu Yi's heart tightened, but he had no intention of resisting, and immediately knelt down obediently: "I am guilty, please punish me, Your Majesty."

He was indeed guilty. After all, Emperor Jingwen had only asked him to keep an eye on the little prince and not let him go astray. He had not asked him to keep an eye on the little prince for 12 hours at a time.

It was because he pushed too hard and used too much force that his youngest son fell ill.

"Wu Yi, in that case, you can do it yourself--"

Ye Shuo vaguely heard the quarrel around him again. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wu Yi kneeling there, ready to be punished. He was immediately startled and sat up to plead for him without thinking: "Father, wait a moment!"

Regardless of his dry and hoarse throat, Ye Shuo hurriedly said: "This matter has nothing to do with Wu Yi. My son accidentally caught a cold, so..."

“Ahem…”

Halfway through his words, Ye Shuo couldn't bear it anymore and started coughing violently.

Seeing this, Emperor Jingwen couldn't help but stepped forward to help him, and habitually patted his back with his other hand: "Slow down, slow down, lie down quickly, the fever has finally subsided, what if you catch a cold again?"

Noticing that his stepfather's tone was unusually gentle, Ye Shuo felt as if he had seen a ghost, and his heart was filled with fear.

Is this really his father? Has he really not been replaced by someone else? ? ?

Later, Ye Shuo discovered that even more terrifying things were yet to come.

Wu looked up subconsciously, then froze.

He thought that the little prince would hate him after suffering so much, but in the end, he was not angry at all...

Wu Yi couldn't help but feel even more guilty: "Your Highness, this is my fault alone. Your Highness, you don't have to beg for mercy. I am willing to accept the punishment."

Even though he treated the little prince like this, the little prince was willing to forgive him.

Wu Yi turned his eyes away, not daring to look at him again. Then Wu Yi couldn't help but kowtow to Emperor Jingwen again.

Seeing Wu Yi's guilty expression, which looked like he wanted to commit suicide to apologize, Ye Shuo couldn't help but take a breath.

hiss--

Help, my conscience hurts!