The guards far outnumbered the assassins, and the chaos was soon quelled, although many young men died.
Emperor Jingxi immediately asked the eighth prince to rest and ordered the imperial physician to take his pulse.
The Eighth Prince was deeply moved, tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank you for your concern, Father. I will go down and rest now."
After the Eighth Prince left, the Ninth Prince stared blankly at the clean sword in his hand, wondering where had my great achievement of saving the emperor gone?
The guards were clearing the corpses everywhere. The Ninth Prince thought about how just when he wanted to help Emperor Jingxi block the sword, someone suddenly appeared and took the credit.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Finally, he plunged his sword into the ground, scaring the guard who had just walked over so much that he ran away.
——The damn Qu Zhaoyun disrupted his plans.
After the news of Nanyou's request for peace reached the capital, the Ninth Prince finally believed that Chen Sheng knew the future developments, so he released him and asked him many questions.
After learning from Chen Sheng that there would be an assassin during the winter hunt and that Emperor Jingxi would be accidentally injured, he decided to perform a meritorious service in saving the emperor.
Although the emperor already liked him, his love for him would not have diminished even if he had not saved him.
But it would be better if this love could be a little greater, preferably so much that the emperor would directly make him the crown prince.
In the end, all of this was ruined by Qu Zhaoyun, and it was Qu Zhaoyun who was favored by the emperor.
Damn it! Damn it! It’s so damned!
Qu Zhaoheng is not a good person, and Qu Zhaoyun is not a good person either.
Twins are a bad sign. Why didn't my father just kill them? Why did he keep them alive?
The Ninth Prince thought gloomily that the first thing he would do after ascending the throne would be to kill these two ominous people.
The Seventh Prince was frail and sickly and had never taken any riding and archery lessons. He learned riding in the past year, but he could no longer hunt.
He had no intention of going out hunting and being laughed at, so while others went hunting, he stayed in the camp.
He thought it was just hunting and nothing serious would happen, but unexpectedly an assassin appeared. When he saw Yan Cheng being helped back, he felt his heart stop for a moment.
The Seventh Prince pushed aside the eunuchs beside Yan Cheng and supported Yan Cheng himself, but he overestimated his strength and almost lost his balance when Yan Cheng's weight fell on him.
His expression froze for a moment, and he secretly exerted effort to defend his masculinity.
Fortunately, everyone was looking at Yan Cheng with concern, and no one noticed his unnatural behavior at that moment.
Seeing Yan Cheng covering his chest, he was horrified: "Are you hurt?!"
"No."
Yan Cheng sat down and shook his head at him, then took his hands away, leaving his clothes on his chest intact. The Seventh Prince wanted to ask why he was covering his chest, but the imperial physician happened to arrive at this moment.
This imperial physician was an acquaintance of Yan Cheng's. He was the old imperial physician who had taken his pulse in Fengyi Palace before.
After taking Yan Cheng's pulse, the old doctor said a lot of confusing things. In short, Yan Cheng was weak and prone to vomiting blood when he was emotionally excited, so he needed to be well taken care of.
After the imperial physician left, Yan Cheng drove everyone else out, leaving only him and the seventh prince in the tent.
Yan Cheng once hinted to the Seventh Prince that although his body looked weak, he was actually as strong as an ox. The Seventh Prince didn't believe it at first, but after seeing him lift a man with one hand, he believed it.
Later, recalling what the imperial physician said after taking Yan Cheng's pulse, the Seventh Prince knew that the imperial physician could not diagnose the true condition of Yan Cheng's body and could only speak vaguely.
When he heard the imperial physician's vague explanation again this time, he knew that Yan Cheng was really fine.
"What happened?"
The Seventh Prince sat down next to Yan Cheng, wiping the blood off his face with a handkerchief, and asked him about what happened in the hunting grounds and his intentions.
"We just encountered an assassin. Some officials' children died. Father and my brothers are fine."
Yan Cheng pressed his chest again and whispered, "As for me spitting blood...it was just to win the favor of my father."
Then he talked about how he helped Emperor Jingxi block the sword and how he acted like a filial son in front of Emperor Jingxi.
"You just came back, and there's no affection between you and the Emperor. After this, the Emperor will make room for you in his heart."
The Seventh Prince did not say that Yan Cheng was wrong to deceive Emperor Jingxi. Instead, he agreed with his approach and said that if he were in his place, he would do the same.
After all, if a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.
"Just don't do it again next time. Your own safety is the most important thing. Blocking the sword is too dangerous. If you fail to block it..."
"Brother, you have to believe in my strength. Others may not know my situation, but don't you know it?"
After touching his clean cheek, Yan Cheng continued, "Ninth Brother must be resentful of me. I saw he wanted to help Father block the sword, but I was one step faster."
"Ninth brother? Don't worry about him. Even if this didn't happen, he wouldn't have a good impression of you."
The Seventh Prince said, "He and I are not much different in age. As far as he can remember, the years when my father was most attentive to me were just a few years ago. He always felt that I had snatched my father away from him.
You and I are from the same mother and look so much alike. Given his personality, he's bound to hate you and have no good feelings towards you."
Yan Cheng nodded to indicate that he understood. When he was about to say that he would be careful with the Ninth Prince in the future, Emperor Jingxi arrived.
The two of them looked at each other, then stepped forward and saluted: "Greetings, Father."
Before they finished their greetings, Emperor Jingxi helped them up with his hands, one on each side, and looked at Yan Cheng with concern: "How is Xiaoba?"
"Thank you for your concern, father. I'm fine. The imperial physician said I'll be fine after some rest." Yan Cheng said shyly.
No matter how Yan Cheng behaves in front of others, he is definitely the image of a well-behaved and obedient son in front of Emperor Jingxi.
Almost everyone in the palace has a likable personality, so isn't it normal for him to follow the local customs and act one out?
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