"What? I'm seasick again?"

Yan Shiyu's voice was filled with disbelief. His eyes were wide like saucers as he asked in astonishment, "Wasn't it already better when you came here? How come it's started again now?"

Chen Zhennan forced a smile, revealing a smile that looked more like a grimace, with a helpless expression on his face.

"I don't understand it myself. Logically speaking, the ship should be more stable now that it's full of silver, but it seems to be rocking even more than when we came. My stomach is churning and I feel even worse than before."

"Your Majesty, please hold on a moment, I'm going to find Lin Cheng!"

Yan Shiyu hurriedly turned around and rushed to find Lin Cheng, his figure appearing somewhat unsteady in the swaying cabin.

Upon reaching the bow of the ship, Chen Zhennan immediately placed his hand on Lin Cheng's shoulder.

"Lin Cheng, quick, go find the accompanying physician. The Emperor is seasick again, we need to prepare medicine for him immediately!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Cheng's figure vanished like lightning at the far end of the deck.

Soon, an elderly doctor rushed over with his medicine box, his face full of worry, and he took each step carefully, as if afraid that he would fall if he lost his balance.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong? Weren't you feeling better before?"

Chen Zhennan waved his hand weakly and said feebly, "I don't know either. The waves don't seem as fierce as before, but I'm afraid my body can't withstand this kind of torment."

The doctor nodded, took a bottle of medicine from the medicine box, and gently shook it.

"Your Majesty, this is the seasickness medicine that was specially made for you. Please take it first, and it should provide some relief."

Chen Zhennan took the medicine, tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth. The bitter taste spread on his tongue, but his face did not change at all, as if the medicine was just a glass of water.

And so, Chen Zhennan spent every day on the ship battling seasickness.

For six days, he barely ate anything decent. Every meal was an ordeal, the food churning in his stomach and making him feel nauseous almost every time.

Embraced by the vast ocean, the warship rose and fell with the waves, and Chen Zhennan suffered from seasickness throughout the six-day voyage.

His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat on his forehead, like morning dew, kept sliding down.

Yan Shiyu stood beside him, his eyes filled with worry.

"Your Majesty, you have endured six long days with such strength. We are about to dock. As soon as the ship docks, I will immediately send someone to take you to the Bohai Prince's Palace."

Chen Zhennan hummed in agreement, but he really didn't have the strength to nod.

"Damn it... Once we reach the shore, get me to the Prince's Palace as soon as possible. I don't want to die at sea like this."

Around dusk, the warships finally approached the Lingzhou dock. Yan Shiyu hurriedly ordered, shouting, "Quickly, carry the Emperor off the ship and send him to the Bohai Prince's Palace."

The team members acted quickly and carefully lifted Chen Zhennan off the boat, as if he were a priceless treasure.

In the Bohai Prince's Mansion, Chen Zhennan was placed in a spacious and bright room. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on his face, adding a touch of warmth to his pale complexion.

After three days of rest, he finally improved and his face regained some color.

However, the reason for his seasickness was quite unexpected.

After careful examination, the physicians of the Bohai Prince's Palace all shook their heads.

"His Majesty is overworked and his vital energy is insufficient. He needs careful recuperation, otherwise he will definitely suffer from chronic illness."

"Indeed, Your Majesty should get more rest. Although you are in good health, your internal organs still need proper care."

Chen Zhennan lay in bed, listening to the doctors' diagnoses, his brows furrowed.

"I just don't understand. I haven't personally participated in many battles, so how could I be overworked?"

Although she felt a little strange, she still had to believe what the physicians of the Bohai Prince's Palace said.

A heavy shadow hung under Chen Zhennan's eyelids; his body still felt unwell after the rough seas.

Nevertheless, the memorials accumulated in the Bohai Prince's palace were already like a small mountain, awaiting his review.

With a sigh, Chen Zhennan straightened his back and, dragging his weary body, walked step by step toward the pile of memorials on his desk.

"This is a bottomless pit."

Chen Zhennan smiled wryly, his fingers gently brushing over the heavy memorials, as if he could feel their weight.

His gaze swept across the dense text, his brow furrowed, as if facing a war without gunfire.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Song Yunyang had once said: "Those who achieve great things must find a substitute, otherwise, with such complicated national affairs, the emperor cannot possibly attend to everything, and it is only a matter of time before he is exhausted to death."

He shook his head, a helpless smile playing on his lips, thinking to himself, "If only it were that easy to find a suitable substitute."

But thinking about it now, all the generals around me are fighting in the north and south, and there isn't a single one of them who can handle these complicated national affairs.

He sighed softly; now he would have to rely on himself to handle these matters.

Sitting at his desk, Chen Zhennan picked up a memorial, his brows furrowed, his gaze piercing through the words like a sharp sword.

"These memorials are really giving me a headache."

He muttered to himself, his voice tinged with weariness.

"Your Majesty, you need to rest," Yan Shiyu kindly reminded him, standing to the side.

Chen Zhennan waved his hand, indicating that Yan Shiyu didn't need to say anything more.

“I know, but I can’t let these state affairs pile up. These memorials can be left in the capital when I go out, but when I come back, I have to deal with them as soon as possible.”

Chen Zhennan's fingers gently turned the heavy pages of the memorial, his eyes appearing particularly sharp in the candlelight.

Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing, looked up at Yan Shiyu, and a deep, unfathomable light flashed in his eyes.

"Shiyu, have Lin Cheng post a notice saying that he knows someone has betrayed the Great Yan and let the Shadow Warship that was transporting silver escape, but the Emperor has already said that this matter should be treated as if nothing happened and will not be investigated!"

Yan Shiyu frowned, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"You mean to say that there are people in the Bohai Navy who are colluding with foreign powers?"

Chen Zhennan's lips curled into a cold smile as he slowly explained, "Of course, otherwise how did the Shadow fleet get back? The coastline was blocked off, and not a single boat could go into the water. How did the Shadow fleet of more than forty ships manage to leave?"

"But Your Majesty, since you know there are traitors in the Bohai Army, why don't you kill them?"

Chen Zhennan smiled helplessly and explained again, "I also want to kill, but I don't even know who the traitor is, so how can I kill him? Besides, it's enough to make this clear. There's no need to kill him. Knowing but not saying is the most sincere way to kill."