Chapter 178 The young prince is sick and weak
In recent years, Chu has been restless and unwilling to be subordinate to Yue. It has been planning to take advantage of Yue's lack of talented generals to attack. However, it has never had the opportunity. If this matter is really the work of Chu, Qi and Yue will fight, and he can reap the benefits.
There were many different opinions among the people about Prince Yu's disappearance. The emperor, sitting high in the Mingtang, was in a worse mood than what the people described.
Fearing that Chu might cheat, the emperor did not dare to neglect Chi Hongyuan and paid more attention to him, summoning him to discuss matters every now and then. After the discussion, the emperor would reward Chi Hongyuan with treasures, which was too obvious to curry favor with him.
"What did His Majesty reward today?" The servant who was waiting outside the palace gate for Chi Hongyuan to leave the palace asked as he took the brocade box from his hand.
Chi Hongyuan strode onto the carriage, and a calm voice came from inside the carriage: "A pair of jade pots."
Every reward the emperor gave to Chi Hongyuan had a different meaning. He simply wanted to appoint him and showed that he cared about him as a father. As for this pair of jade pots, wasn't it just to express that he had a "heart as pure as ice"? Did he deserve it?
Chi Hongyuan wiped his hands with a handkerchief in disgust. The emperor's courtesy to him at this moment was nothing more than asking him to be ready to go to the battlefield at any time.
The emperor was worried about Prince Yu's disappearance, but his disappearance did not trigger any conflicts or wars.
As for the State of Qi, the princes were fighting each other to the death in the court, and no one cared about a hostage who had been sent away for many years.
After a month of intense search, the capital returned to its former peace and tranquility. The disappearance of the prince gradually faded from people's sight and no one mentioned it. However, in the capital, there are always places where troubles arise.
For example, in the Dingbei Marquis' Mansion, first the prince's concubine, the Zhou family's legitimate daughter, died while giving birth, and then the newly born prince of the Marquis' Mansion fell ill.
The young master had a tragic life. Because he was born prematurely, his health was not good and he would get sick easily at the slightest disturbance.
The Marquis was sent out of the capital, and the Marquis's wife was the only one left in the Marquis's Mansion to be in charge. It is often at times like these that people are most needed to make decisions. The Marquis's wife was exhausted for her grandson, but there was nothing she could do.
"Why is the child's face so red? How did the people take care of him?" When the marquis's wife finished her work in the mansion and went to the house to see her grandson, she saw the little guy in the cradle who was red with fever and immediately became furious.
In such a huge marquisate, there is only one hostess, the marquis’ wife, and the previous Crown Prince’s Consort Liu Mingyue had never taken care of household chores.
The Marquis's wife was afraid of the people in Xiyuan, and even though she was busy to the point of being overwhelmed, she was unwilling to give up even a little bit of the fate in her hands.
People only have one head and two hands, and when they are busy, they may not only take care of the head but also the buttocks. Despite this, she still gritted her teeth and held on.
It was not until she saw her seriously ill grandson that the marquis's wife almost collapsed. She took the child from the wet nurse's arms, feeling so heartbroken.
The servants in the room all lowered their heads. Only the wet nurse dared to speak: "Madam, how dare we fail to take good care of him? I am the young master's wet nurse and I have taken good care of him, but the child is weak and has a high fever. We have already called a doctor."
But it didn't work. The wet nurse didn't say the last sentence, but how could the marquis's wife not think of it?
When Mrs. Hou saw the tiny baby in the cradle, and the eyes and features that resembled her late son, she felt heartbroken beyond words.
At first, because the child was too thin, Madam Hou thought about abandoning him. However, the child looked too much like Tan Zhuoyan when she was born, so Madam Hou couldn't just leave the child alone.
"Then go and invite him again! No matter how much money it costs, go and invite the best doctor in the capital, go quickly!" The Marquis's wife scolded sternly.
The servant kneeling by the door hurriedly stood up to call for the doctor. The marquis's wife paced around the room holding the child, feeling uneasy.
Although she knew that even if the doctor came, it might be of no help, the Marquis's wife still hoped that the doctor would come soon.
In addition to the fact that the child looked like Tan Zhuoyan and the Marquis couldn't bear to see him suffer, there was another reason why she couldn't bear to give up the child. Although the other two concubines were pregnant, who knew whether the children could be born safely?
Even if the child is born safely, it is still unknown whether it is a boy or a girl. When the Marquis thought of those people in Xiyuan, she was so angry that her blood boiled. She must try her best to keep the child.
Having been the Marquis's wife for many years, she knew his ways well. Even if she didn't care about anything else, the bloodline of the Marquis's family couldn't be cut off. Since there was no one in the eldest house, she could only let the illegitimate son be registered under the mistress's name and inherit the title.
Madam Hou held the baby in her arms and coaxed him softly, "Grandma's dear grandson, you must strive to be better and don't let grandma down."
Otherwise, the Marquis would really make the child of the bitch from Xiyuan the Crown Prince! The Marquis's wife almost fainted just thinking about it.
The doctor was quickly called in, and after taking the young master's pulse for a short while, the doctor had already wiped the sweat from his forehead several times.
"To answer Madam Hou's question, the young master was born prematurely and has weak symptoms. It is the middle of winter now, and he needs to grow up safely until spring... Actually, it is enough to wait until spring, but he needs to avoid getting sick. It is difficult, even if I take care of him day and night."
The doctor wanted to speak as tactfully as possible, after all, this was the Dingbei Marquis's residence. After going over what he was going to say in his mind, the doctor found that there was no way to make the young master's condition sound milder.
"Even the best medicine can't make the child get better quickly? If there's anything he needs, just ask the doctor."
The Marquis's wife hugged the child tightly in her arms, unwilling to accept the fact that the child would not grow up. Even if the child could live until the two concubines' children were born, it would be fine. But according to the doctor, the child would not live long.
"To be honest, Madam, I have been invited to the mansion twice. I have tried all the methods that can be used to reduce fever, but there is no effect at all. The child is still young, how can he bear the pain? Unless there is someone with better medical skills, no matter how expensive the medicine is, it will be useless."
Doctors have kind hearts. What the doctor said was tantamount to declaring that the child was incurable. As a doctor, he was also heartbroken.
The two times he came to treat the young master, he had tried all the methods he could. The child was weak and could not be treated with medicine, let alone strong medicine. Otherwise, after taking one dose of medicine, the child would not be saved but would die. He could not bear the blame.
"You are an excellent doctor? Your medical skills are not much different from those of the Imperial Hospital in the capital. Where can you find someone with better medical skills than you?" The Marquis's wife was so anxious that her tone of voice was a little unpleasant.
The doctor lowered his head. He knew that it would be extremely difficult to find someone with excellent medical skills at the moment.
There are many medical practitioners with similar abilities, but there are very few who have mastered the skills to a level that no one else can match.
But often in this world, there are only a very small number of people who can cure difficult and complicated diseases. When the crisis really comes, where can you find such a hermit master?
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