Xie Rang fell seriously ill in the winter of his twenty-third year.
It was clearly just a simple cold at first. His Majesty the Emperor practiced martial arts and had no injuries or hidden ailments. It should have been an illness that would have healed in a few days, but he actually fell into a coma due to the fever.
When Yun Qing arrived at the government office after receiving the news, all the imperial physicians were kneeling on the ground. Only Mr. Yu was taking Xie Rang's pulse, and he also looked worried.
In a daze, Yun Qing felt that this scene overlapped with the scene in her dream, except that in the dream she was a lonely soul who could do nothing, but now at least she could take charge of the overall situation.
How is His Majesty's condition?
Yun Qing pinched her palm, trying to calm herself down, but her gaze towards Mr. Yu was still filled with deep worry.
“Strange, very strange.” Mr. Yu had been practicing medicine for many years and had never encountered such a case before. He frowned. “His Majesty’s pulse is healthy, but the high fever persists and the cause cannot be found.”
Yun Qing dismissed the imperial physician, leaving only Mr. Yu behind.
"Besides what I just said, is there anything else you'd like to tell me, sir?"
Yun Qing sat on the edge of the bed, touched Xie Rang's forehead, and became even more worried.
Mr. Yu sighed, "Although I don't know the reason, it's a fact that His Majesty won't wake up for the time being. With the envoys arriving in the capital, I'm afraid things might get out of hand. However, His Majesty's life is not in immediate danger, so I'll stay here for the next few days to keep an eye on things."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, sir."
After seeing Mr. Yu off, Yun Qing hurriedly called out to the system: "Is this the last important historical moment that the system wants to record?"
Three years have passed since the pacification of Rouran. If Yun Qing hadn't been sensitive to this time, she probably wouldn't have immediately thought of the milestone that the system had reminded her of. At least with the promise of 1130, she felt a little more at ease.
“Yes, host.” 1130 answered every question. “As you know, Emperor Xie Rang was supposed to die at the age of twenty-three. However, the development of the timeline has changed, so this original ending no longer exists. His coma is the last struggle of the old timeline. It will not endanger his life in essence, but this period will be a bit difficult.”
"I know." Seeing Xie Rang's weak and unconscious appearance, Yun Qing couldn't help but squeeze his hand tightly and ask, "How long will it take for him to wake up?"
"About a month."
1130 thought for a moment and then reassured him, "Host, you absolutely must believe me, he will be fine!"
Yun Qing wasn't in the mood: "Mm."
A month may not seem like a long time, but Xie Rang is an emperor, and this year happens to be the year an envoy arrives in the capital. It would be quite bad if something happened at this crucial juncture.
When Xie Ciying returned from the Imperial Academy, she clearly sensed that the atmosphere in the palace was not quite right. The young girl tiptoed into the study and saw that only her mother was reviewing memorials, which aroused her suspicion to the extreme.
"Mother, where is Father?"
Although her father sometimes competed with her for her mother's attention, Xiao Ciying still cared a lot about her father. Usually, it was her father who reviewed the memorials, but today's situation clearly wasn't right.
Yun Qing rubbed his temples and looked at his daughter gently: "Father is ill. Don't bother him these next few days. Ci Ying will come to the court assembly with me, okay?"
Xie Ciying had always been healthy and had never been sick since birth. Moreover, this was the first time she had seen her dignified father fall ill. Her little brows were furrowed, and she looked very worried: "Can I go see Father?"
"Okay, I'll take you there."
Xie Rang's illness is simply another way of fighting against fate. Yunqing is not worried about contagion. She knows that her daughter is thinking about Xie Rang, so it would be better to take her to see him.
People were always guarding the dragon bed. Xiao Ciying reached out and touched her father's forehead, her eyes widening: "Mother, Father's forehead is so hot. Can we have everyone protect him?"
1130 apologized: "I'm sorry, little host, I can't do it."
"Waaah..." After all, she was just a child. Xiao Ciying's childish voice quickly turned into a sob. She was comforted by Yun Qing and hugged in his arms. She felt a little better after that.
"Don't worry, Father is fine. He will wake up in a while."
Although she was comforting her daughter, Yunqing was actually more worried than anyone else. However, the situation was critical at this juncture, and she had to maintain the overall stability to prevent any trouble from happening.
"Uh-huh."
The little girl nodded repeatedly, tears welling in her eyes.
...
For the next few days, Yunqing and the little girl went to the court assemblies together.
Both she and Xie Rang intended for their daughter to get used to her status, so little Ciying sat obediently on the dragon throne, neither crying nor making a fuss, and curiously observing the ministers below as they discussed matters.
Her mother stood at the very front, at the head of all the officials. She possessed a majesty completely different from that of her father, the emperor. She looked gentle but was not weak at all. Whenever a quarreling courtier looked over, they would all fall silent.
My mother is the most outstanding female official.
Xie Ciying thought.
After court, Yun Qing gained a daughter who looked at him with adoration.
The little girl cupped her face in her hands and asked, "Will I be as amazing as my mother when I grow up?"
Yun Qing pinched her little cheek and smiled: "Yes, Ci Ying will be the most powerful empress."
Her mother and father often mentioned this word in front of her, and Xie Ciying was already used to it. But hearing it again now, she suddenly had a different feeling. She nodded and said, "Mmm!"
...
The system's estimate of one month was based on data calculations. After about half a month, Xie Rang's condition finally improved. He was no longer unconscious, but he still felt weak and sore all over, and was in great discomfort.
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