The two doctors invited by the head guard had not left yet. They were staying by Yang Zhengde's side, monitoring the spread of his poison at any time.
Yang Shixian, forced himself to stay awake, entered his grandfather's lounge accompanied by Yu Zizhen. However, before he could ask about his grandfather's health, a servant from the Yang Mansion brought the imperial physician in from outside the door.
Seeing the imperial physician rushing over just as they did, Yang Shixian was stunned for a moment, but his grandfather's physical condition left him no time to think about the fleeting thought that had just occurred to him.
He invited the imperial physician to Yang Zhengde's bedside, and then watched nervously as the imperial physician took Yang Zhengde's pulse.
The imperial physician took Yang Zhengde's pulse very carefully, and even used the other three diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation on him.
Then, under Yang Shixian's anxious gaze, the imperial physician came to the same conclusion as the two doctors before him - Yang Zhengde was unlikely to get better, and the Yang family could let him leave his last words while he was still alive.
After tactfully stating his conclusion of the consultation, the imperial physician left with his apprentice and the medicine boy without even looking at the prescription.
The chief steward of the Yang Mansion took out some silver to pay for the consultation, and then personally sent the patient out.
At the same time, in Yang Zhengde's lounge, Yang Shixian had already fallen to the ground in despair.
After his father died, his mother was devastated and spent all year long in the small ancestral hall in the backyard chanting Buddhist scriptures and eating vegetarian food. It can be said that in this huge Yang Mansion, he and his grandfather were the only two lonely people who kept each other company almost every day.
But now, he was about to lose his beloved grandfather again.
"Wu-wu-wu-wu-" Yang Shixian covered his face and cried softly in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible.
"Don't, don't cry." Yang Zhengde on the bed woke up at some point. He turned his head towards the outside of the bed with great effort, and his loving gaze slowly fell on Yang Shixian who was kneeling on the ground and crying.
Yang Shixian knelt down and walked a few steps, holding Yang Zhengde's hand, and choked with sobs as he called out "Grandfather".
Yang Zhengde was about to explain his funeral arrangements when he caught a glimpse of the tall figure at the door out of the corner of his eye.
He was just wondering who this was when he saw the figure coming from behind the light walking up to his grandson without any hesitation.
"Master Yang, I have a question." Yu Zizhen, whose face Yang Zhengde could already see clearly, got straight to the point. Before Yang Zhengde could do anything else, she asked, "Real death or fake death, which one do you choose?"
Yang Zhengde: ???
Yu Zizhen didn't keep it a secret. She said, "If you are willing to fake your own death and leave the capital with Brother Yang, then I will save you once."
Yang Shixian was surprised and happy, and looked at Yu Zizhen as if he was looking at a god who came down from the sky to save people from suffering.
He thought his grandfather was dead this time, but unexpectedly Yu Zizhen was able to save his grandfather once more.
Yang Shixian looked at Yang Zhengde anxiously, "Grandfather!"
Yu Zizhen: ...
Yu Zizhen directly confronted Yang Zhengde without any hesitation, "Do you still have the right to worry about others now?"
Yang Shixian pleaded cautiously with Yu Zizhen, "Zizhen." He didn't ask Yu Zizhen to rescue his grandfather for free, he just hoped that Yu Zizhen wouldn't be so blunt, lest his grandfather die of anger before he could make a choice...
Yu Zizhen looked at him and decided to give Yang Zhengde some face. After all, loyalty to the emperor and patriotism are not bad habits strictly speaking.
She slowed down her tone, "Even if the Emperor is in danger, that will be a matter for the future. But you and Brother Yang, the only heir of the Yang family, your death is already imminent."
Well, although her tone was slower, the words she said were still a bit sarcastic...
However, Yang Zhengde did not get angry because of Yu Zizhen's honest words, as Yang Shixian had worried.
He glanced at his daughter-in-law who had rushed over after hearing the news. She was now pale, shaky, and holding onto the door frame, crying silently. Then he looked at Yang Shixian, the last bit of blood of his son left in this world.
After his expression changed several times, he finally made a difficult decision, "I... am willing to fake my death and leave the capital."
After he finished speaking, tears quietly rolled down the corners of his eyes.
Yu Zizhen knew that making this decision must be extremely painful for him. After all, before this, he had always regarded loyalty to the emperor and patriotism as his life creed.
She thought about it and decided to give this truly loyal man a hint.
She gestured to Yang Shixian to go to the door to accompany his mother, and also help her guard the door to prevent others from approaching.
Then, while feeding Yang Shixian the detoxification pill, she whispered to him, "I saved you for Brother Yang's sake. How could I bear to see the eldest prince, who has the best relationship with me, sad?"
Yang Zhengde's eyes flashed with hope and eagerness, "Zhenbei King..."
Yu Zizhen interrupted Yang Zhengde's unrealistic fantasy without hesitation, "This is just my personal behavior. The prince will not get involved in the court struggle."
The hope and eagerness in Yang Zhengde's eyes suddenly dimmed.
Yu Zizhen felt a little sorry when she saw this. She comforted Yang Zhengde, "Don't worry, the Lu family will soon fall into chaos."
The Queen Mother was actually poisoned. Yu Zizhen didn't know how to evaluate the father and daughter who were eager to get to the throne.
At this critical juncture when there is unrest everywhere and the border generals are all harboring their own thoughts, Lu Tong and Xiao Lu are clearly courting their own destruction by fighting among themselves.
As the saying goes, if God wants to destroy a person, he will first make him crazy. In Yu Zizhen's opinion, Lu Tong and Xiao Lu have gone completely crazy.
She said to Yang Zhengde, "That imperial physician must have been sent by Lu Tong. Brother Yang was too grief-stricken to react immediately. I thought it would be better to just let that imperial physician in to take your pulse rather than let them try other means to find out your true identity. So I didn't try to stop him."
Yang Shixian, who was guarding the gate, turned around suddenly when he heard this.
Yes, he said that he had a feeling that something was not right at that time.
Now that he thought about it, the guards in his mansion did not dare to invite an imperial physician for his grandfather, fearing that the physician he invited would not be able to detoxify him, but would kill him. And the imperial physician that Yu Zizhen invited under the pretext of treating him, no matter how fast he was, could not arrive as fast as them who were riding in the carriage of the Prince of Zhenbei's Mansion.
He secretly regretted his negligence, but at the same time he was extremely grateful that Yu Zizhen was willing to stand on his side.
Yu Zizhen didn't care about Yang Shixian's late realization. She said to Yang Zhengde, "After you fake your death, I will arrange for someone to secretly escort Brother Yang back home with his coffin. Don't worry, as long as I, Yu Zizhen, am alive, I will never let my friends die from assassination or conspiracy."
Yang Zhengde was in a complicated mood. To be honest, he never dreamed that the Prince of Zhenbei, who had never received any positive comments, would have such a personality.
The old man felt that just based on Yu Zizhen's loyalty to his friends, he was already better than most people in the world.
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