Wu Jianfeng didn't sit idle either. Despite the pain of being burned by the fire, he ordered the guards to speed up the firefighting efforts.
After a short while, everyone gradually began to lose heart.
Upon hearing this, Liu Fuqing rushed over and was greatly surprised to see the raging flames. "Your Majesty... Your Majesty hasn't come out yet?"
The entire palace was engulfed in flames, and thick smoke billowed into the pitch-black night.
“Your Excellency the Right Chancellor…” Lynn choked up, unable to speak.
Liu Fuqing was genuinely anxious, pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing up at the palace.
With a loud bang, the roof beams, unable to withstand the ravages of the flames, finally snapped.
Lynn was so frightened that she turned pale and collapsed to the ground.
Everyone's eyes immediately dimmed; the collapse of the roof beam meant a slim chance of survival.
Liu Fuqing, the prime minister of the country, was the first among the crowd to regain his composure. He shouted to everyone, "His Majesty is not dead! Who are you all trying to fool with this distraught look? His Majesty is blessed with boundless fortune, a true Son of Heaven, protected by the heavens. No matter how great the difficulties, they can be overcome. Put out the fire, keep putting out the fire!"
His words reassured everyone.
As they fought the fire, the crowd gazed intently at the palace.
As if the sky were falling and the earth were splitting, the ground shook several times around the entire palace, and parts of the palace suddenly collapsed, swirling up layers of smoke.
Just then, a golden figure appeared before everyone's eyes. He rushed out of the palace with lightning speed. His dragon robe had long been dried by the scorching heat, and upon closer inspection, one could see that His Majesty was tightly protecting a white ball in his arms.
His brows were tightly furrowed, his resolute features exuding a coldness and an irresistible majesty.
"Your Majesty," Liu Fuqing called out first.
Lin En and Liu Fuqing rushed over...
An Honghan's face was cold as he spoke, "Summon the veterinarian."
Lynn's gaze fell on An Honghan's arm. "Your Majesty, your hand?"
An Honghan had a two-inch-long wound on his left arm, from which blood was trickling. Dust remained on his clothes, indicating that he had been hit by a collapsed roof beam.
An Honghan paid no attention to his injuries and carried the little ferret outside. Upon closer inspection, one could see that a large patch of the ferret's fur was burned.
As dawn broke in the east, the first rays of sunlight chased away the darkness, but everyone's hearts were heavy. Yanyou Palace had been almost entirely burned down, reduced to ruins. Many guards and eunuchs were left behind to deal with the aftermath.
People came and went in the Panlong Hall, and all the palace maids and eunuchs served them with utmost care and trepidation.
"Your Majesty, the veterinarian and the imperial physician have arrived." Lynn led the two men into the hall.
This veterinarian was selected from the community a few days ago. Although he is not as skilled as Old Man Xu, he is still very good at treating common ailments.
Since it was his first time seeing His Majesty, the new veterinarian was a little nervous and stumbled along behind Lynn.
"Greetings, Your Majesty," the veterinarian and the imperial physician said in unison.
An Honghan rubbed his temples wearily and coldly replied, "Rise."
At this moment, An Honghan had already changed into a dragon robe and returned to his cold and aloof imperial self.
"Let's take a look at the Phoenix Cloud Sable first." He raised his head, a hint of worry in his eyes. The little sable in his arms was still unconscious, and there was a charred burn on its back, which was shocking to look at.
Such emotions were extremely rare for An Honghan; he even ignored his own injuries.
"Your Majesty, is your injury?" Lin En asked, sensing that His Majesty valued Xiao Diao too much.
Perhaps even An Honghan couldn't figure out exactly where he placed the little ferret. When he knew it was in danger, he would rush in to save it without hesitation. He wasn't usually so impulsive; he wouldn't act lightly unless he was absolutely certain of success.
However, he did not expect that just a mink would make him lose his usual composure and calmness.
But he didn't regret it, because if he had arrived even a moment later, the ferret would have surely perished in the fire.
As he gently stroked the sable's fur, An Honghan's eyes turned icy cold as he looked at the black burn mark.
Gently placing the little ferret on the table, An Honghan coldly raised an eyebrow and said, "No scars allowed, otherwise... your entire family will be executed."
A simple sentence sent chills down the veterinarian's spine: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty will do everything in your power to cure the Phoenix Cloud Sable."
Without hesitation, the veterinarian gently brushed aside the fur around the mink's burn. To clearly examine the injury, the veterinarian took a pair of scissors and carefully cut away the surrounding fur until the burn, about the size of a jujube, was exposed.
Because of the hair covering it, no one thought it was a big deal. But once the hair was cut away, the charred flesh was revealed, and everyone gasped in horror.
An Honghan's aura grew increasingly chilling, and his fist, hidden in his sleeve, slowly clenched.
I will definitely avenge this debt tenfold.
"As long as you can cure Fengyun Marten, you can use any medicinal herbs in the Imperial Hospital." As if to quell his anger, An Honghan picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
The palace maids and eunuchs inside the Panlong Hall dared not breathe, for they rarely saw His Majesty so angry. Unlike his usual coldness, his emotions were very evident this time.
Lynn sighed helplessly, nudged the imperial physician with his elbow, and winked at him, signaling him to quickly examine His Majesty's injuries.
The wound on An Honghan's arm had dried and scabbed over, looking particularly horrifying.
The imperial physician steeled himself, bent over, and stepped forward, whispering, "Your Majesty, your injury should be treated promptly, otherwise it will leave a scar."
An Honghan raised his left arm with a sinister look. What was this little injury? In the past, when he was vying for the throne, he had suffered far more serious injuries than this one, due to all sorts of open and covert struggles.
With a blank expression, An Honghan stretched out his arm in front of the imperial physician, as if the wound had no effect on him whatsoever. He said, "Hurry up and do it."
The imperial physician was so frightened that he immediately took out medicine to apply to An Honghan's wounds.
The veterinarian handled the situation quite well. When he entered the palace, he found that the Imperial Medical Academy had a large stock of wound medicines. Moreover, he had never seen most of these medicines before. After several inquiries, he learned that these medicines had been prepared by the previous veterinarian.
Thankfully, he was careful and brought all the medicine for his injuries today; otherwise, he would have been beheaded.
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