The day after Jiang Shi returned to the marquis's mansion, he fell ill and could not get up.

When the emperor learned about it, he immediately sent the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, Doctor Li, and several other skilled doctors to the Wu'an Marquis's Mansion to treat him. He also asked his personal eunuch, Eunuch Zhang, to come to the Wu'an Marquis's Mansion to check on his condition, bringing a hundred-year-old ginseng and a basket of precious medicinal herbs.

The Wu'an Marquis Mansion was extremely lively for a while, and the direction of rumors in the capital began to change again.

Originally, everyone in the capital thought that even if Jiang Shi came out of the Dali Temple, he would still be under arrest. Even though his parents were heroes of the Wanjin Kingdom, the emperor could not ignore his crime of treason. The final result would at most be to keep his life, either exile to the frontier or lifelong house arrest in the Wu'an Marquis Mansion.

However, Jiang Shi was released from the Dali Temple only half a month after being released, and his charges were cleared. It turned out that the third prince framed him and the eldest prince.

The emperor now felt very guilty towards the Prince of Wu'an. He mentioned the Marquis of Wu'an and his wife in public in the court, saying that if anyone dared to frame the Prince of Wu'an again, even if it was his own child, he would not let it go easily.

After these words were spoken, the ministers who wanted to plead for the third prince looked at each other, but ultimately did not take a step forward.

Even though the Marquis of Wu'an and his wife had passed away for more than ten years, the emperor would often mention them and often sighed that if they were still alive, the national strength of Wanjin would definitely be even greater by now, and there would be no need to fear Tianqi.

Unfortunately, one of the Marquis of Wu'an and his wife died in childbirth, and the other died in battle.

Although their only child was a son, he was weak since childhood, always needing medicine with him, and was neither good at literature nor martial arts. Apart from his appearance, he did not have any of his parents' demeanor.

He stayed in the Dali Temple for half a month and was not tortured. The Sixth Prince also asked the people in the Dali Temple to treat him well. However, as soon as Jiang Shi returned to the Wu'an Marquis Mansion, he fell ill.

When Mr. Guo heard the news that Jiang Shi fell ill, he was extremely anxious and sent someone to deliver gifts to the Wu'an Marquis Mansion to express his condolences.

His friend asked him in surprise, "When did you meet Prince Jiang?"

Mr. Guo said, "The Sixth Prince asked me to go to the Dali Temple a few days ago to verify the authenticity of handwriting. I saw the handwriting of Master Jiang, and it is in no way inferior to that of a famous master. I admire it very much."

When this news spread, many people realized that Jiang Shi was not only good-looking, but also had beautiful handwriting.

At the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion, Yu Tanqi woke up to hear the news that Jiang Shi had fallen ill. She simply tied up her hair with a wooden hairpin and hurried to Shaoguangyuan.

Jiang Shi was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, looking sick and unconscious.

Yu Tanqi clenched her fingers. Even though she knew that his look was fake, she still felt distressed.

There was a group of people standing in the room, including three imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Bureau.

After carefully feeling Jiang Shi's pulse, Dean Li looked at his pale face with a frown on his face. He made way for the two imperial physicians beside him and said, "Come and take a look."

After the two imperial doctors took the patient's pulse, the three of them gathered together and frowned.

Yu Tanqi stood by the bed and looked at Jiang Shi worriedly.

She was dressed in an unusual manner, and it was obvious that she was not a maid. Dean Li often came to the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion. After Madam Jiang left, he had not seen another woman except Madam Gao. He could not help but ask, "Who is this girl?"

Butler Ying replied, "This girl is our prince's fiancée, her surname is Yu."

Yu Tanqi bowed to Dean Li, his clear eyes filled with worry and anxiety: "Doctor Li, how is the prince doing?"

Dean Li hesitated and said, "The prince's condition is not good. I will discuss with Imperial Physician Liu and Imperial Physician Hu to prescribe some medicine. The prince needs to take the medicine on time every day and must rest. He must not go out for at least half a month."

Yu Tanqi nodded: "I understand. Thank you for troubling Doctor Li."

"Miss Yu, you are too polite." Dean Li turned around and continued to discuss with the other two imperial physicians how to prescribe medicine.

Prince Jiang's health was extremely poor, and most people's medicines would have adverse effects on him, so they had to use all their medical skills and try every possible way to prescribe medicine that would be effective for Prince Jiang.

After all, if Prince Jiang not only didn't get better after drinking the medicine they prescribed, but instead got into trouble, even if they had ten heads, they would not be enough for the emperor to chop off.

Yu Tanqi's gaze fell on Jiang Shi's face again.

The unconscious Jiang Shi's eyelids moved.

He seemed to have returned to his childhood filled with bitter medicine and sweat.

He stood on the training platform, doing horse stance in an orderly manner.

The sun was scorching, and the sweat on his forehead fell into his eyes, causing pain in his pupils. He gritted his teeth and could only blink to relieve the pain.

Grandmother and Master stood in the audience, watching him. Grandmother's eyes were filled with heartache, but she said, "Zi'an, hold on for another quarter of an hour."

The master also said: "Martial arts training is the best way to strengthen your body. If you want to become strong, you must endure enough hardship and fatigue. This way, you will suffer less hardship and fatigue in the future, and others will not dare to provoke you easily."

Jiang Shi pursed his lips tightly. The soreness in his eyes and the fatigue in his body left him no strength to speak. He could only barely support his trembling legs and do his best to stand in a horse stance.

He knew that his master was right, he had to become stronger in order to protect himself from being hurt again.

But sometimes Jiang Shi would wonder, he was only five years old, just a child, why did others have parents to protect them, but he didn't?

Grandma would hug him and say, "Zi'an, we have parents who protect us. It's just that they fell into the trap of a bad guy, so they left you. But even in heaven, they will protect you well and let you grow up healthy and safe."

Jiang Shi knew from a very young age that his parents did not simply "die in battle" or "die in childbirth" as others said, but that they all died due to the conspiracy of bad people.

His grandmother warned him, "Bad guys hide in the shadows. We must bide our time and never let them know our true strength. Zi'an, remember, unless you are absolutely sure, never expose your strength or attack them."

Grandmother wants you to avenge your parents, but even more importantly, she wants you to stay alive. Staying alive is the most important thing, do you remember that?

He nodded obediently: "Grandson understands."

Ever since he was two years old and could walk steadily, he stepped onto the training platform where his parents once stood, doing horse stance and practicing martial arts day after day.

Other children can snuggle in their parents' arms, act like a spoiled child and refuse to study, but he can't. He not only has to do horse stance and practice martial arts, but also has to write and recite.

From the moment he wakes up to the moment he falls asleep, he is busy studying and has no time to rest.

Such a busy and non-stop childhood once made him feel a little breathless.

After the death of his grandmother, the only person who loved him, the huge Wu'an Marquis Mansion became increasingly deserted and quiet.

Sometimes he would come to the main courtyard in the early hours of the morning, and under the cold moonlight, he would see the crabapple blossoms still awake.

The dark clouds dissipated, his pupils moved, and in a daze, he seemed to feel a warm and worried gaze looking at him.