Just as the whip was about to strike his shoulder, Chu Yi's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he caught it with his bare hands.

The force of the whip exploded in his tiger's mouth, making his palm burn, but he seemed not to feel it, gripping it tightly, and then with a sudden tug, he snatched the whip away.

“If it were any other time, I might have been a little afraid of you.”

"But now you are old and crippled, what right do you have to lecture me?"

Chu Yi stood up, holding a long whip in his hand, and mocked without restraint.

Everyone in this world has the right to say that, except for Chu Yi.

The veins on Fu Zhun's forehead throbbed, and his eyes were filled with coldness. He grabbed a teacup from the table and threw it at Chu Yi without hesitation.

Without budging, the teacup landed squarely on Chu Yi's wrist.

He felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and suddenly his strength gave way, causing him to instinctively loosen his grip on the whip.

The long whip in his hand fell to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Chu Yi felt a pang of anxiety and quickly reached out with his other hand to retrieve it.

But Fu Zhun was obviously faster; before he could even touch the whip, the tea lid flew towards him.

The sound of something cutting through the air rang in his ears, and Chu Yi raised his arm to defend himself without hesitation.

The tea lid collided with the inner bones, causing him to involuntarily clutch his arm in pain, his face turning pale in waves.

He took a step back warily, his gloomy eyes fixed on Fu Zhun, and said through gritted teeth.

"How dare you! I am the emperor!"

"How dare you harm my imperial body! Are you plotting rebellion? Guards! The Prince of Zhenbei is plotting rebellion! Seize him! If he resists, kill him on the spot!"

After saying this, he abruptly swept the teacup aside and raised his voice.

The guards standing outside the door immediately broke down the door and entered.

Before they could even reach Fu Zhun, the guards hidden in the shadows all appeared around him, swords in hand, their fierce eyes protecting him on either side, standing in a standoff with Chu Yi's men.

Su An was pondering what had happened in her room when she suddenly heard a commotion coming from next door.

Out of curiosity, she quickly pushed open the door to go out and check.

Unexpectedly, I witnessed them confronting each other head-on.

Without a doubt, they must have had a disagreement because of Li Wanyue, which led to their anger and fight over her!

Two men vying for one woman—this is enough to keep her entertained for a while.

Su An, always eager for excitement, rushed straight to the front line and asked with great interest.

"What's going on? Swords have no eyes, can't we sit down and talk this out?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yi turned to look at her and smiled slightly.

"Miss Su, don't be afraid. I was just joking with my uncle. How could I really harm him?"

After saying this, he waved gently to the people behind him.

The guards quickly sheathed their swords and took a step back.

The guards exchanged glances, then suppressed their killing intent and sheathed their weapons.

Fu Zhun frowned with worry and waved to Su An.

"Come here, come to my side."

Chu Yi appears harmless on the surface, but he's actually a madman inside. Who knows what he might do to harm Su An in a fit of rage?

Su An was completely unaware, but obediently walked to Fu Zhun's side and sat down.

Seeing that neither of them had a pleasant expression, they both kept quiet.

At this moment, her curiosity reached its peak, and she couldn't help but ask a question.

Are you talking about Miss Li?

Upon hearing this, Chu Yi suddenly raised an eyebrow, gave her a half-smile, and feigned a sigh.

"Oh? Miss Su also knows about this? Back then, the Imperial Uncle and Miss Li were a perfect match, a truly beautiful story in the capital."

Even at this point, they still can't resist sowing discord. Well done, very well indeed!

Fu Zhun tightened his grip on Chu Yi's fingers and glanced at him with hostility.

Unexpectedly, Su An was so engrossed in watching the drama unfold that she didn't catch the meaning behind his words at all. She thought he was jealous of Li Wanyue and quickly tried to comfort him.

"Hey, that's not how it works. Childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree, is certainly a beautiful story. But there's also the saying 'the newcomer surpasses the old.' How can childhood sweethearts compete with someone who comes along unexpectedly?"

Upon hearing this, both of them looked at her with strange expressions.

Su An glanced at Chu Yi, then at Fu Zhun, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Did she say something wrong?

Just as the situation was becoming awkward, a doctor dressed in a blue robe and with a beard suddenly rushed in, knelt down with a thud, and reported urgently.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, Miss Li's fever won't go down. If this continues, I'm afraid her life will be in danger!"

Chu Yi, however, was not in a hurry at all. He sat down and looked at Fu Zhun with a slight smile, urging him on.

"In any case, Miss Li was killed because of the Imperial Uncle. It is said that external diseases are easy to cure, but mental knots are difficult to untie. Perhaps if the Imperial Uncle goes to visit her, Miss Li will recover without medical treatment."

"Uncle, you've always been kind and benevolent. Surely you wouldn't just stand by and watch Miss Li perish?"

Fu Zhun naturally understood the implication in the words.

But he didn't care at all, raising an eyebrow with the same sarcasm.

"Your Majesty is mistaken. Whatever happened in the past is now history. It is Your Majesty who is now in love with Miss Li. Since Your Majesty has the ability to please Miss Li, you must also have the means to restore her to her former state."

"His Majesty has always been benevolent and loving towards the people, so he will surely not stand idly by."

The two went back and forth, refusing each other's offer, which left Su An completely bewildered.

Wasn't it supposed to be two men vying for one woman?

But judging from their current appearance, neither of them seems to really want to go.

Chu Yi's expression froze for a moment, but he still smiled and declined.

"I am not a doctor and know nothing about medicine. Even if I went, I'm afraid I wouldn't be of much help. But it's different for my royal uncle. As the saying goes, long illness makes one a doctor. My royal uncle has sought medical advice and consultations for so many years, he must already be a semi-divine doctor..."

Just as they were about to argue again, Su An suddenly stepped in and weakly raised his hand to make a suggestion.

"Miss Li's fate is currently unknown. Isn't it inappropriate for us to keep passing the buck? We're all acquaintances, so why don't we go together?"

Hearing her say that, the two fell silent, a rare occurrence for them.

Fu Zhun glanced at her and was the first to nod in agreement.

"Okay, if you want to go, I'll go with you."

Seeing Fu Zhun showing goodwill towards Su An, Chu Yi naturally refused to be outdone and joined in.

"Since Miss Su has said so, then I will grant Miss Su this favor."

So the three of them went together to visit Li Wanyue.

When they arrived, Li Wanyue had already woken up, but she was still lying in bed, her face pale and bloodless, her body as thin as paper, as if a gentle breeze could blow her away.

Upon seeing Fu Zhun, two lines of tears suddenly streamed down her face, and she said in a somewhat hoarse and aggrieved voice.

"I was prepared to die, so why did you save me? And Your Highness, if you didn't believe me, why did you come to see me?"