Although Zu'an has his flaws, he has one significant advantage: he is very skilled at cultivation at a young age, almost unmatched among his peers. If things continue as they are, it is a certainty that he will become a Grandmaster. Once he reaches the Grandmaster level, and at such a young age, it is not impossible that he will be promoted to a high-ranking position.

Unfortunately, all of that is gone now. The world is never short of geniuses, and it is even more short of geniuses who have lost their wings. Talents that cannot be realized are meaningless.

"I'll prescribe some medicine for him to recuperate. In his current condition, Lord Zu needs to rest quietly and cannot fight with others for a long time, otherwise his meridians may be completely destroyed, and he may become a cripple," the imperial physician instructed.

The guard hummed in agreement, and soon the room fell silent, with only the sound of the imperial physician fiddling with the medicinal herbs remaining.

A moment later, the door creaked open, and Zhu Xiechi's voice came through: "How is he?"

The guard then recounted the imperial physician's diagnosis.

"When will he wake up?" Zhu Xie Chixin couldn't help but frown.

"It could take three days at the earliest, or up to half a month at the latest," the imperial physician replied.

Zhu Xie Chixin shook his head: "We can't wait that long. The Emperor will be asking him questions soon. Is there any medicine that can wake him up immediately?"

The imperial physician hesitated before answering, "Yes, there is, but such potent medicine is very harmful to the human body. Lord Zu is already so badly injured, it could very well worsen his condition and endanger his life."

"His Majesty is waiting in the Imperial Study. Why don't you go and explain to him?" Zhu Xie Chixin looked at him coldly.

The imperial physician's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately changed his words, saying, "I'll go prepare the medicine now, Commander-in-Chief, please wait a moment."

He had already spoken out of a doctor's conscience, but he couldn't risk his life for that conscience.

In this cannibalistic palace, kindness is the most useless thing.

Lying on the bed, Zu An cursed inwardly, thinking to himself, "Zhu Xie Chixin usually calls me brother, but when something happens, he tries to kill me."

Although the emperor forced him to do this, he had no choice but to resort to the most brutal and simple method.

Everyone in the capital says that Zhu Xie Chixin is the emperor's loyal dog, and now it seems that this is indeed true.

Every so often, the imperial physician would bring a bowl of medicine. A guard would help Zu An sit up, and the physician would pour the medicine into his mouth.

However, as soon as the medicinal liquid entered Zu'an's body, it was enveloped by his vital energy and then slowly refined directly, so it naturally could not harm his body.

After a while, Zuan coughed, pretending to be awakened by the drug.

"Where...where is this?" Zuan naturally put on an acting performance, looking around blankly.

Zhu Xie Chixin, his previous cold expression gone, approached with a beaming smile: "Brother Zu, how do you feel about this palace?"

The guards and imperial physicians nearby kept their eyes downcast and showed no sign of anything amiss.

Zuan sneered inwardly. If he hadn't been faking his fainting just now, he probably would have been fooled by Zuan's acting skills.

He showed no sign of it either: "My whole body aches, and now my stomach feels like it's on fire for some reason."

The imperial physician beside him moved his lips, but Zhu Xiechixin gave him a sharp look, and he immediately stopped.

Zhu Xie Chixin said, "It's probably a side effect of your injury. The Emperor is waiting to see you in the Imperial Study. Why don't we go there first, and when we get back, I'll bring you some medicinal herbs to help you recover?"

Zuan forced a smile: "Then thank you, Commander." He then tried to get out of bed, but his body swayed as if he was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

Zhu Xiechi hurriedly helped him up: "How can you walk on your own with such serious injuries? Someone, carry Lord Zu to the Imperial Study."

"Wouldn't that be disrespectful in front of the emperor?" Zu'an asked, feigning concern.

"No, the Emperor is overjoyed that you saved the Crown Prince and Crown Princess's lives, so why would he care about such details?" Zhu Xie Chixin laughed heartily.

Zu An cursed inwardly, "You still know that I saved the Crown Prince and Crown Princess's lives, and yet I was seriously injured and lying in bed, and you even used drugs to wake me up. Do you have any humanity left?"

Soon, the group brought Zu'an to the Imperial Study. After putting his stretcher down, even Zhu Xie Chixin quietly withdrew, leaving only Zu'an and the Emperor in the room.

"I...I have met Your Majesty." Zu An trembled as he tried to get up and bow, but he failed several times.

"You are seriously injured right now, so there's no need for such formalities." Zhao Hao's face was gloomy. At this moment, he was concerned about other things, and he naturally didn't care about these empty formalities.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Zu An said "gratefully," while secretly sizing up the other person.

In the secret realm, the two fought to the death. The image of the invincible emperor in his mind faded more and more, and now he had the courage and qualifications to face the other party directly.

Zhao Hao frowned slightly. He didn't like the other person's gaze. He didn't know why, but after this secret realm, he subconsciously disliked seeing this guy.

He assumed it was because the divided soul had died and was in a bad mood, so he didn't think much of it and cleared his throat to ask, "I heard you saved the lives of the Crown Prince and Crown Princess?"

"I did my best, but unfortunately my skills are not good enough, and they still suffered serious injuries," Zuan replied.

"Oh, what exactly happened in the secret realm? Tell me in detail, without omitting a single detail." The emperor sat up straight on the dragon throne, staring intently at him.

Zu An thought to himself that Zhao Hao had probably questioned Bi Linglong earlier. It seemed that Bi Linglong hadn't revealed any flaws. That woman was indeed reliable in this regard. Now it was just a matter of whether their testimonies would match.

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