Chapter 171

While Qu Watanabe was communicating with the simulator, Xia Fuyang had already noticed something was wrong.

He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Qu Dubian's eyes.

The breathing is weak but steady, but there is no reaction, and the pupils are different from those of a normal person when the eyes are open and exposed to light.

“…”

Xia Fuyang suddenly felt a little cold.

Yang Chonghua rushed over upon hearing the news, with a large group of people following him.

She pulled up the stunned Xia Fuyang, and after seeing Qu Duanbian clearly, she exclaimed, "What are these eyes?"

Xu Jin stood on tiptoe to look inside, and Yi Twelve was also standing quietly beside him.

Qu Dubian had no breath left and it was too late for him to close his eyes and pretend to sleep. The old lady pinched his pulse and began to pull at his eyelids.

"There was no sign of damage to the eye."

The old fingertips pressed across his nose, and the weak but delicate internal force pressed down along the old lady's fingertips, causing Qu Dubian to suddenly feel a pain in his skull.

He closed his eyes subconsciously.

Yang Chonghua wiped the corner of his eyes, but did not find any tears caused by stimulation.

"It is true."

"Since there is no scar on the eyeball, it must be caused by an intracranial injury, the sphenoid sinus is damaged, compressing the cranial cavity and causing blindness. Injury to the sphenoid sinus once or twice will not cause such serious consequences, and it will recover slowly, but the current situation is clearly a long-term injury."

She was really surprised. "Old lady, I have been practicing medicine for so many years, but this is the first time I have seen such a thing. Young General, you should have lost the smell a long time ago."

Qu Watanabe: “…”

He was silent for a while, then made an excuse: "My internal energy is special, and it was caused by the impact."

Then he cleared his throat and said the second sentence after waking up from a coma.

"I'm...hungry."

He just woke up and his brain is slow, so let him think about what to say first.

Xu Jin hurriedly said, "Quick, go get some food."

He whispered in Yi Twelve's ear: "This is probably a fake injury. No wonder Xiaoguai reacted so calmly." He also used the excuse of being hungry to divert Dr. Yang's questioning.

Yi Twelve's dark pupils stared at the boy on the bed, and his hands hanging by his legs slowly clenched.

A few seconds later, under Xu Jin's increasingly nervous gaze, he hummed softly.

Xu Jin let out a breath and walked quickly to the bed, "Little darling, grandpa is here."

Qu Dubian's ears twitched slightly, and he tentatively grasped Xu Jin's hand. His fingertips tapped three times on his grandfather's old palm soothingly, and he wrote a fake word, "Don't worry, grandpa. I'm fine."

"Silly boy, are you still comforting grandpa?"

Xu Jin felt sad, thinking that even if he was faking an injury, to deceive Doctor Yang, the means he used must be extraordinary and he must have suffered a lot.

I was afraid that he would worry, so I told him in advance that the first thing I would do when he woke up was to take care of the hidden injuries on his body and not let him be upset.

His grandson has his own ideas and opinions, and he doesn't stop him from doing anything he wants to do in Beijing, but he really can't bear to see him like this.

"Grandpa is fine now. It was you and Xiao Xia who fought the battle. Grandpa is still taking care of him."

Qu Watanabe: "Just take care of your health and don't worry about my affairs."

Yang Chonghua glanced at the two generations of grandparents and grandchildren, some of whom were injured and some were disabled.

She didn't say anything to discourage him at this time. She checked the patient again, confirmed his condition, and went out to boil the medicine.

It's just right, I'll wait for the young general to finish his meal before taking the medicine.

After a while, the rice porridge arrived, with some minced meat and salted egg yolk in it.

Qu Duanbian was too embarrassed to let his grandfather feed him. Just as he showed a bit of refusal on his face, he heard Yi Twelve's voice, "Let me do it."

"Lord Xu, your treatment is not over yet. Go back to your tent and rest. I want to talk to His Highness alone."

Xu Jin glanced at him, thinking that the two of them had agreed on this, and nodded, "Okay."

Xu Jin left, taking everyone else in the tent with him.

Xia Fuyang was not here. After hearing the results of Yang Chonghua's diagnosis, he left without looking back. No one knew what he did.

Yi Twelve tested the temperature of the rice porridge in the bowl.

Even though it was a simulation, his physical condition was still there. Qu Watanabe really didn't have much strength, so Yi Twelve pulled him up from the bed and put a pillow behind him.

His face felt a little itchy, as if Liuliu's hair had brushed against his face.

The edge of the bowl and the wooden spoon collided slightly, and the warm spoon touched my lips.

Qu Dubian opened his mouth and Yi Twelve fed him a bite and he ate one bite at a time.

He lowered his head and ate silently, with his black hair hanging behind him. He was not as ostentatious as usual and was very quiet.

From the time he woke up until now, except for the confusion when he first opened his eyes, he never asked a single question about his physical condition.

I never asked about my eyes.

I don’t know if he was avoiding it, or if he had completely realized his current situation and felt that it was okay not to ask.

If the meridians are in disguise, the sphenoid sinus may be damaged.

Yi Twelve was the only one who knew that he had given himself acupuncture.

He didn't say anything. After finishing the porridge, Qu Dubian cleared his throat again: "Liuliu, um, I..."

"I helped His Highness conceal the matter from Lord Xu, and he didn't reveal the truth."

Qu Watanabe: “I can feel it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that Liuliu had set a trap for him. The word "reveal" is used to describe something that is unknown to others, but his grandfather knew that his meridian injury was fake, so this word was not used.

He couldn't help but hold his forehead: "Six six."

The last bit of determination in Yishier's heart to 'believe in him' is fading away.

"So it's really invisible, isn't it?"

Qu Watanabe: "It's all within the plan and under my control."

He quickly opened the simulator: [Start simulation!]

Qu Watanabe: [After the simulation is turned on and the true value is adjusted to zero, can the eyes see it?]

Simulator: [You can see without adjusting to zero. To facilitate writing papers on blindness, the simulator will provide the host with a visual assistance mode.]

Qu Watanabe: [Open, open, open.]

Simulator: [Friendly reminder, except for the lottery and disease simulation, the other auxiliary skills of the simulator are relatively simple.]

How simple can it be?

Qu Watanabe pressed the confirmation button, and the scene outside slowly appeared in his mind.

2D cartoon style, with extremely crude details, like a rough house that has been blown by a tornado.

Sitting next to his bed was a Q version of Liu Liu, who looked like a sad standing figure with dotty eyes.

Qu Watanabe: “…”

The impact was so strong that he struggled to hold back his emotions.

After a pause, he spoke.

"I am blind, but I can 'see' my surroundings. Look at the dark blue clothes you are wearing today."

Yi Twelve looked at his clothes.

Then, he found something in the tent and held it in front of Qu Duanbian, "What's in my hand?"

Qu Dubian looked at the cartoon-like ball in his hand, "..."

Help, it's so abstract, simulator, could you please add a few more strokes?

What did Liuliu take? !

He pointed and hesitated for a long time, "Cuju ball?" There was such a thing in the military camp.

B12: "It is a gourd that is broken in half."

The boy looked embarrassed and said, "Give me another chance."

"If nothing happens, one test will suffice. If something happens, it will be useless to test again."

The last bit of credibility that Qu Watanabe had in Yi Shijiu's heart was completely declared bankrupt.

Knowing what he was wearing and being able to point to the gourd in his hand, but not being able to tell what it was, showed that Your Highness was not completely blind.

After all, not all blind people see the world in complete darkness.

Your Highness's eyes were indeed damaged, but at most, he could only see the general outline and sense some color.

Yi Twelve is a very reserved person who rarely shows his emotions.

After confirming his guess, he spent a long time to suppress his fluctuating emotions.

His Highness hurriedly explained, and the action of proving to him that his eyes were fine was too irritating.

He was wondering if His Highness was afraid.

You must be afraid. No one can adapt to the feeling of losing vision quickly.

His Highness is only seventeen years old. He loves bright colors so much and has collected so many different kinds of spices. Such a bright person will never be cruelly deprived of the things he has loved since childhood because of his achievements in conquering the northern border and defending the country.

Yi Twelve put the gourd aside and said, "If your highness doesn't want Xu Hou to know, I will never tell him."

Qu Watanabe: "I know you won't."

Yi Twelve was silent for a while, then reached out and grabbed Qu Watanabe's wrist: "Your Highness, don't be afraid. If you can feel the outline, your eyes can be healed and your sense of smell will be restored."

Qu Watanabe was completely confused by the simulator's crude 2D style. What else could he say but nod his head.

"good."

The results of the gourd test are here. In Xu Jin's eyes, Qu Dubian is a person pretending to be blind. In Yi Twelve's eyes, he is a person who is mostly blind. In the eyes of others, he is a little blind.

Yang Chonghua was indeed a good doctor. He wrote down the condition of his sphenoid sinus damage clearly on paper and prescribed medicine according to the doctor's prescription.

According to Doctor Yang, his eyes suddenly healed, which was a miracle from heaven.

Qu Watanabe: “…”

He gave up the option of restoring his vision and instead began to think seriously.

Blindness and disability combined are more harmless, and the disability is more complete. Moreover, he can improve his physical condition a little, so that he does not have to sit in a wheelchair everywhere, and can walk around everywhere by himself without being pushed.

Cartoon perspective is also a perspective, and no matter how abstract it is, you can still see your surroundings.

He made a decision.

As Yang Chonghua diagnosed Qu Watanabe, his condition gradually spread in the military camp.

Originally, the soldiers thought that this might be a joke, and that the military doctors might have been too hard-working and misdiagnosed the patient. But then Dr. Yang Chonghua came, and even Xu Hou came back without a smile on his face.

There are also rumors that the young general was framed by the sinister King of Northern Frontier when he was chasing Jizhigla.

Now, the soldiers were completely furious.

If Jizhigla had not been imprisoned now, he would have been rushed upon by the entire border army, each of them taking a bite of his flesh and a mouthful of his blood, and eaten alive.

There's no use eating it raw.

What happened could not be changed. The main tent was filled with the smell of medicine, and they did not see the young general come out for a walk.

Nor were the colorful ropes seen dangling in the city.

The young general wants to return to Beijing. Doctor Yang said that there may be a famous doctor in Beijing. Instead of staying at the border, it is better to return to Beijing early and find a treatment method as soon as possible.

If a country uses its power to save one person, there will always be a chance.

The soldiers didn't want to keep him any longer and wished they could grow ten pairs of legs so they could transport the young general from the border to the capital overnight.

Xu Jin didn't leave. He wanted to follow his grandson, but Yang Chonghua stopped him and said sarcastically, "You can go. If you bury yourself on the road, you can still see the scenery on both sides."

Although Qu Dubian's meridians were broken, he was blind and his body was weak, his condition was stable, so it was not a problem for him to walk slowly on the road.

Xu Jin's hidden injury had not yet healed, and after a long journey, the hidden injury might flare up again, and he would definitely die on the road.

Qu Duanbian also tried to persuade him, and the old man immediately gave in and said angrily, "When can I go back?"

Yang Chonghua: "Two months later, in the early spring of next year, or at the latest in the early summer."

In this way, the team returning to Beijing quickly packed up.

Qu Dubian moved from the military camp to a residential courtyard in the main city. His eyes were covered with black silk, and he sat in a wheelchair to get around temporarily. He would occasionally get off to walk around and recuperate according to Yang Chonghua's instructions.

Many people came to see him, but Xia Fuyang was the only one missing.

Until the night before he left.

Xia Fuyang pushed open the door of his courtyard.

It was a rare day without wind, and Qu Watanabe was lying in a rocking chair in the yard, watching the cartoon version of the moon and stars.

Once you get used to it, it becomes quite interesting.

The blindfolded boy was rocking in a rocking chair. Since he no longer had his inner energy to protect him, he not only wore a fur-collared coat, but also covered himself with a thick blanket to block the wind.

Xia Fuyang stared for a moment and slowly walked to his side.

He said: "These past two days, I have been wondering how it became like this."

Qu Duanbian didn't move, and said in a relaxed tone: "I'm leaving tomorrow, and you just came. Do you have a farewell gift?"

He stretched out his hand, with his white palm facing up, and rubbed his fingers together.

Xia Fuyang knew that he didn't want to continue discussing this issue.

He did not follow Qu Duan's words and continued, "You said your vision and sense of smell were also caused by Jizhigla. I don't believe it."

When in Le'an County, Xiao Qi tried the medicine on himself. Because he had to do a blood test and couldn't smell the blood, Doctor Yang pierced his sphenoid sinus to temporarily block his sense of smell for a few days.

"I brought you duck legs on the city wall that day." Xia Fuyang said slowly.

Qu Dubian paused in shaking his feet.

Xia Fuyang: "I asked you jokingly if you could smell the meat, but you just told me to tell you what I brought. So it wasn't that you were too lazy to guess, but that you really couldn't smell it."

"You haven't adapted to the smell of blood at all. You just keep using the acupuncture technique you learned from Doctor Yang on yourself. You have been acupuncturing for as long as the war between Da Zhou and Northern Xinjiang has lasted."

"That's what caused your blindness."

Not really, Qu Watanabe thought.

In fact, the blindness was caused by the loss of internal energy. The true energy of the Mianshou Jue disappeared, affecting the sphenoid sinus, which caused him to become blind suddenly after waking up.

Dominoes, just a series of chain reactions.

Xia Fuyang whispered: "I'm not a fool, don't lie to me."

Others didn't know about Xiao Qi's extreme reaction to the smell of blood, but those who had experienced the case of the corpse found on the food cart during the eldest prince's banquet at the mansion knew it.

Others don't know about the drug testing process in Le'an County, but he knows.

Adding the two together, it is not difficult to infer the facts.

The boy in the rocking chair tapped the ground with his toes and rocked gently again.

Qu Dubian said: "I can't be a general who will vomit when he smells blood on the battlefield. If I were like that, I would never be able to maintain the trust of the soldiers."

It's PTSD triggered by his sense of smell, what can he do? The soldiers are injured, but he, as a general, spit on the soldiers' wounds?

"Even if you know, don't tell anyone. It's embarrassing. Just blame it on the injury. General Xia, please give me some face." He softened his tone, "Please."

He still has a lot of idol baggage in front of the soldiers.

Xia Fuyang: "What's the matter with the poisoning?"

Qu Watanabe was silent for two seconds: "What kind of poison?"

"You're poisoned."

-

One day ago.

late at night.

Dungeon.

Jizhigla licked the water that had melted from the ice on the ground and was shivering all over.

He still maintained the same state as when he was tied up.

No one untied him, no one treated his wounds, and the attitude of the Great Zhou soldiers towards him was even worse than that towards Zuo Xian Wang.

When Xia Fuyang came to the dungeon, he saw him in such a miserable state.

He stepped on the small puddle that Jizhigla was licking.

“……”Jizhigla looked up.

He slowly sat up straight, moved himself to the wall, then poked his tongue between his teeth and spat out mud particles.

"I thought no one cared about me anymore."

Xia Fuyang clapped his hands, and the jailer outside came in carrying tables, chairs, and benches, holding good wine and meat, and placed them in front of Jizhigla, and untied the restraints on his hands.

After being sent there, he did not dare to stay for a moment, so he left the cell and called away the person on duty.

There were only two of them left in this part of the dungeon.

Jizhigla immediately sat down at the table and started eating, wolfing down the food.

Xia Fuyang sat down opposite him, poured himself a glass of wine, but didn't drink it and just put it next to him.

When Jizhigla had almost finished eating, he said calmly, "Don't be afraid that I will poison you."

Jizhigla sneered: "You guys wait and send me to the capital of the Great Zhou, you won't kill me now. If you want to kill me, you won't give me such good food and wine."

"What are you trying to do with this attitude? Just tell me straight away. I am in a good mood and will reward you with a few words of truth."

Xia Fuyang raised his eyes: "I want to know the process and details of the night when the Seventh Prince captured you. All the details."

Jizhigla: "I heard that your seventh prince's meridians were broken? He became blind. Tsk, if he had been disabled earlier, I'm afraid the situation in Northern Xinjiang and Great Zhou would not be like this now. Uh——"

Xia Fuyang grabbed his neck.

"Speak nicely."

Jizhigla clapped his hands frantically.

Xia Fuyang let go of him: "Start from the beginning."

"I think it's okay," Jizhigla bent down and coughed for a long time, "but you have to guarantee that I can have good wine and good food all the way to Da Zhou."

"I know I can't survive, but even if I can't survive, I have to die comfortably."

Xia Fuyang: "I promise you."

Jizhigla: "Why should I trust you?"

Xia Fuyang: "I swear by my ancestors."

"All right."

The respect that the people of the Great Zhou had for their ancestors was second only to that of the emperor. Jizhigla raised his eyebrows and recounted the night he fought with Qu Dubian.

"…My ribs were broken the moment his internal force exploded. I have never seen such strong internal force. However, after he tied me up, he started vomiting blood."

Jizhigla recalled the scene at that time.

"The first mouthful of blood he spat out was black. That blood dripped onto the tendon grass flower in northern Xinjiang. The tendon grass flower is a small white flower that blooms in northern Xinjiang in winter. In addition to causing red bumps on people who come into contact with it for the first time, its juice also has the function of detecting poison."

"Of course, not many people know this, but not too few either. Many doctors will specifically cultivate tendon flowers to detect toxins."

"I saw with my own eyes that the blood of your seventh prince splattered on the petals, and the flowers turned black and purple from the roots. It was clearly a symptom of poisoning."

"There are also toxins that the Tendon Flower cannot detect, such as the poisons that we Northern Frontier people usually use," Jirigela said, glancing at Xia Fuyang's face, "So, if it was the Northern Frontier people who poisoned your Seventh Prince, the Tendon Flower would definitely not react if it came into contact with his blood."

"Unless it's poison from Da Zhou."

The dungeon was quiet for a moment.

Jizhigla began to gnaw on the chicken leg.

Xia Fuyang: "Just like you said, you don't believe me, and I don't believe you either."

Jizhigla sneered: "I have told you everything I know. Believe it or not, the tendon grass flower is hardy anyway. Go look for it under the tree in the Moshen River and see if there is any. You will know, right?"

Xia Fuyang returned to the grassland border alone.

He was under a tree by the Moshen River. He pulled aside the snow and saw bloodstains at the roots of the tree and a few small black and purple flowers.

The moment he saw the flower, he couldn't describe his feelings.

I just felt like there was a hole in my heart, and the biting cold wind outside was blowing on my warm internal organs, even peeling off pieces of flesh.

He picked the flowers, brought them back to the city, and asked Yang Chonghua about it.

Yang Chonghua told him that the Jincao flower can indeed detect poison, but there is no way to infer what the poison is based on the color change of the Jincao flower.

I just told him roughly that judging from the color reaction of the tendon grass flower, it should be a chronic and severe poison, and the poisoned person will have obvious reactions during the period from taking the poison to the onset of the poison.

-

Xia Fuyang told everything he knew.

"...There was an obvious reaction. I thought you knew you were poisoned, but you never said anything. I didn't see you looking for a military doctor, which means you never planned to get yourself treated."

"Is it because there is no way to cure it, or is it because we dare not cure it?"

"Xia Fuyang," Qu Dubian said in a low voice, "Be careful with your words. Do you know what you are saying?"

"Of course I know what I'm talking about," Xia Fuyang put his hands on the armrests of the rocking chair, looked closely at Qu Dubian's face, and observed his expression. "I found it strange before. When you detained the Supervisory Office without any legitimate reason, the officials in the court impeached you. Even His Majesty personally issued an order for you to release the Supervisory Office."

"You disobeyed him. Before that, you refused Xu Hou's return to the capital."

"You refused the emperor's orders twice, shocking the court and the public, but you only wrote one letter, and His Majesty suppressed all the impeachment voices until the Supervisory Office was exposed. His Majesty sent Cui Rong over and gave you the imperial dagger, giving you the power to execute first and report later."

"If it was just to give you the dagger, why would you go to the main city alone? Unless there is something else..." Xia Fuyang's voice began to tremble, "My father told me about some of the Xu family's affairs, and also said that His Majesty is easily afraid of meritorious officials, especially when power is in the hands of one person or one party."

"Uncle Tingfeng is in charge of the troops at Zhennan Pass. You have made many military achievements in the northern border. You will be greatly rewarded when you return this time. By then, the structure of the court will change in an instant."

"His Majesty did not want to see such a scene. So, he——"

Qu Watanabe: “Okay!”

"Do you know that if what you just said gets out, His Majesty will immediately exterminate all nine clans of the Xia family!" This was the first time he spoke to Xia Fuyang in such a cold tone, "If you still want to stay alive and not bring trouble to your family, then don't make random guesses."

The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly froze.

After a long time, Qu Duanbian softened his tone.

"I have never been poisoned, and the relationship between me and Your Majesty is not what you guessed."

He didn't want to involve Xia Fuyang.

He is a prince, and even if he has to go through a lot of trouble when he returns to the capital, he will still be alive.

But Xia Fuyang was a minister, and an important minister with a large number of troops under his command.

The same goes for the entire Xia family.

They are the upstarts of the Xu family who were raised by Emperor Chongzhao to share power. They have only been in power for more than ten years and their foundation is too shallow. As long as Emperor Chongzhao is alive, they will always have to stand on his side.

If there is any disloyalty, the Xia family, which was promoted so quickly in the first place, will be shattered at an even faster speed.

At night, a low wind blew the snow particles across the ground in the courtyard.

The cold moon is dim and the cold stars are shining.

"Qu Watanabe, are you still able to wield a sword? Are you still able to climb onto the roof? Are you really willing to let your talent be buried in calculations?"

Xia Fuyang's eyes were red.

"My father is my father, and I am me. He is loyal to Your Majesty, but I am not," he took something out of his arms and placed it in Qu Duanbian's palm.

The thing was a little hot from body temperature.

"From our youth, when you stopped the whip of Nanning's uncle and protected the people of Dazhou, when I was selected as the martial arts champion and rode a horse through the streets, to the Xiang River flood, to the Qingzhou bandit suppression, and then to our battle side by side. From the beginning to the end, the only person I, Xia Fuyang, wanted to follow and be loyal to was you."

"I never said before that we were just friends because I knew that your ambition was not to serve in the court, and you didn't like scheming. You just wanted to be a hermit and live a carefree life."

"But if the imperial power is so strong, why should we still care about family affection?"

He grasped Qu Dubian's hand and pressed the hard object tightly: "The other half of the military power in Northern Frontier, the tiger talisman is my gift to you."

Qu Watanabe was speechless.

"I still say the same thing, it's not poisoning, and it has nothing to do with Your Majesty."

Xia Fuyang didn't have any evidence at all, he just found the poison and made so many guesses out of thin air.

He was surprised that he guessed it was Lao Deng, but not surprised. After all, Cui Rong was Emperor Chongzhao's confidant, and Xia Fuyang had no idea that there was something else going on with the grain and grass.

He returned the tiger talisman.

"Don't think too much, just stay at the border and wait for the transfer order. Xia family, don't take sides."

Xia Fuyang stood up and took a step back.

Qu Watanabe: "Think about it from another angle. If I return to Beijing like this, no one will dare to mess with me. If someone messes with me, I will lie down at their doorstep, and they will have to carry me back respectfully."

Xia Fuyang looked around and saw no stools, so he simply sat on the ground.

The tone returned to its previous teasing and relaxed state, as if Leng Ning's argument and rejection just now had never existed.

"Then the family you lied to must be panicking to death."

Qu Watanabe: "Maybe I can even extort some money for dog food from Yidianbai... I haven't seen Yidianbai for a year, I wonder if it has given me another grandchild."

Xia Fuyang smiled, lowered his head, and his burning tears fell on the snow.

He blocked the small holes caused by the tears.

A Q version of Bean Man shedding tears.

Qu Dubian looked at it for a moment, moved his fingertips, but finally said nothing.

Uncle Xia and Aunt Xia are both in the capital.

Old Xia, he has to take good care of himself at the border.

-

the next day.

Qu Dubian bid farewell to his grandfather and other border soldiers.

Set off on the journey back to Beijing.

Because of uncertainty about the extent of his injuries, the news that had been suppressed at the border for three days also flew to the capital.

A carrier pigeon flew to the Sword-wielding Marquis's mansion.

The plum blossoms bloomed leisurely by the window. Wu Siwan unfolded the piece of paper with six words written on it: Nothing's wrong, don't worry.

at the same time.

Secret agents in various parts of the capital also began to move around, passing on news from the border to various mansions, and undercurrents began to emerge.

The Imperial Palace.

Purple Palace.

The eunuch came running over with the news in his hand, knelt down and reported it, his voice trembling:

"Your Majesty! A great victory on the border of Northern Frontier! The royal court of Northern Frontier was destroyed, the Seventh Prince captured Jirigela, and General Xia captured Zuoxian King alive. From now on, there is no royal court in Northern Frontier anymore!"

Emperor Chongzhao suddenly turned around, an excited smile flashing across his expressionless face. He had lost his appetite as he had been waiting for news from the northern border for more than a month!

Ever since Zhiyi came back, the entire capital has been waiting.

Now the wait has finally come.

"Good, good, good! My good son! The little bastard is really good. The child of the Xia family is also good!" Emperor Chongzhao said several good things in a row, his joy was beyond words. He laughed and said, "With such achievements, he deserves to be conferred the title of prince in advance!"

With a wave of his hand, he said, "Yu Decai!"

Eunuch Yu also smiled and said, "The servant is here."

He could see that no matter what happened in the future, His Majesty was truly happy now.

Emperor Chongzhao tapped his forehead with his right index finger a few times and said, "Let me think about it... Yes, yes, yes, let the imperial kitchen prepare the ingredients that the Seventh Prince likes in the next few days. When he comes, he can eat whatever he likes."

"My private vaults..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the trembling eunuch who was delivering the message.

Emperor Chongzhao frowned: "Why don't you leave?"

The young eunuch's teeth were chattering. "Slave, I haven't finished reporting the letter yet."

"Just say it."

"After the Seventh Prince chased the enemy, he fought with Jirigela and was seriously injured. Now, now... his meridians are severed and he is already blind!"

After saying this, the young eunuch closed his eyes and kowtowed to the ground.

Eunuch Yu’s smile froze on his face.

The atmosphere in the Zichen Palace suddenly became dead silent.

The only sound was the increasingly heavy breathing of Emperor Chongzhao. His face turned red, and then he suddenly overturned the table, furious.

"How dare you curse the Seventh Prince?! This is nonsense! Nonsense! Get out of here!"