As his consciousness began to fade, Ye Jinghe was surprised to find that the headache that had plagued him since childhood had disappeared.
Before his death, he finally enjoyed a moment of peace.
So this is what it feels like to face death.
If he had known that death wasn't so painful, he would have died sooner. Why struggle so much with such a worthless life?
With his last ounce of strength, he forced a mocking smile and slowly closed his eyes.
He didn't know how much time had passed when Ye Jinghe, who had been unconscious, was awakened by a noisy commotion. He opened his eyes with some irritation and found himself in the middle of a bustling city, surrounded by people pointing and talking at him, while he was lying on the ground.
Wasn't he dead?
He pondered this with a sense of unease, the familiar headache following him relentlessly.
Then, the pain belatedly swept through his entire body, especially the wound on his chest where the spear had pierced him, which made him want to die.
Could it be that he wasn't completely dead back then, and has come back to life now?
But Xie Chang'an didn't finish him off or whip his corpse?
This doesn't make sense!
However, even if they hadn't died before, they would still have died after such severe injuries; it makes no difference.
"He bled so much and he's still alive, he's incredibly lucky!"
"How did you get these injuries? This is a time of peace and prosperity, right under the emperor's nose. Who would dare to commit violence in the street? Have they got a death wish?"
"Who knows? He's been lying here since early morning, and nobody dares to touch him."
"Has it been reported to the government office?"
"Of course we reported it! This kind of thing definitely needs to be reported to the government office; the constables will probably be here soon!"
The onlookers chatted amongst themselves, but no one paid any attention to Ye Jinghe, who had already opened his eyes.
After all, this person looks so badly injured, who knows if he will die at any moment?
They're living such a carefree life now, they don't want to get into a lawsuit for no reason.
"Make way! The officials from the government office are here!"
"Make way! Make way!" someone shouted from the crowd, and the onlookers quickly made way, creating a wide road.
Four constables from the Jingzhao Prefecture strode over, and the one in the lead, upon seeing Ye Jinghe lying on the ground covered in blood, immediately knelt down in fright.
"Prince Qian, how could it be you?!"
Ye Jinghe's pupils contracted. Who was Prince Qian?
Although he didn't know, the onlookers seemed to know very well.
"It's actually Prince Qian! He's the commander of the Imperial Guard. Who would dare to lay a hand on him?"
"Is the world about to change in the capital?" After learning Ye Jinghe's identity, the onlookers did not disperse but instead discussed it even more enthusiastically.
The noise made Ye Jing's head buzz. If he could move, he would have jumped up and killed them all.
"Xiao Liu, hurry back to the government office and report this matter to the Prefect!"
"Xiao Chen, go quickly to the nearest clinic and find a doctor to treat Prince Qian!"
"Xiao Ding, go to Prince Qian's residence immediately to report the news!" the leader instructed methodically.
Then he addressed the onlookers, saying, "Everyone be quiet. You will all be going to the government office to be questioned by the Prefect!"
The surrounding noise finally disappeared.
Ye Jinghe originally thought that after the yamen runner said that, the onlookers would surely scatter like birds and beasts, but to his surprise, not a single one of them left, nor did anyone say another word.
Soon, the man who had gone to find the doctor came over, carrying a medicine box in one hand and dragging an elderly man with graying temples with the other.
The old doctor bent down to examine his injuries, shaking his head and sighing as he looked at them.
That's so unlucky!
If he weren't currently unable to move, Ye Jinghe would have ended this old man's life with a single sword strike!
"Doctor, please stop the bleeding from Prince Qian's wound first. I have already sent someone to Prince Qian's residence, and they should be here soon." The leading constable probably also felt that the old doctor's sigh was unlucky, and said to him.
When the old doctor heard from the constable that the man was a prince, he immediately stopped sighing, opened his medicine box, and began to clean the wound, disinfect it, and apply hemostatic powder.
The Prince Qian's residence was closer to here than the Jingzhao Prefecture government office, so the people from the Prince's residence arrived first.
The prince's steward and two guards rushed over on horseback, and nearly fainted when they saw the person lying on the ground covered in blood.
Subsequently, Fangxi arrived by carriage with the royal physician from the Prince's residence.
The old doctor quickly packed up his medicine box and stepped aside. The physician first took Ye Jinghe's pulse, and upon doing so, he immediately noticed something was wrong.
“Miss Fangxi—” The physician carefully examined Ye Jinghe’s face and called to Fangxi, “Come and take a look. The prince’s pulse is very different from his usual pulse.”
Fangxi wanted to get closer, but she was worried that getting too close would affect the physician. Now that the physician was calling her over, she quickly went to his side.
The physician gave Fangxi a look, signaling her to look at the other person's face.
As the person who had always taken care of the Fifth Prince's daily life, Fang Xi was very familiar with the Fifth Prince's face, and upon closer inspection, she noticed the difference.
Although this person looks exactly like the Fifth Prince, you can tell from his face that he is much thinner than the Fifth Prince, with deep-set eyes, and his facial expression and the way he looks at them are not right.
Furthermore, the clothes this person is wearing are not the clothes the Fifth Prince wore when he went out today, and the Fifth Prince does not have such clothes.
"Save them first," Fangxi said.
Although he wasn't the Fifth Prince, the other person looked almost exactly like him. Regardless, we had to protect him first.
When Ye Jinghe heard the name 'Fang Xi', his eyes flickered.
He remembered that the palace maids who accompanied the brother and sister whom he particularly disliked all had names that began with the character 'Fang'.
The physician of Prince Qian's residence was formerly an imperial physician in the palace. He was highly skilled in medicine and quickly examined Ye Jinghe's serious external injuries. He promptly disinfected and stopped the bleeding from the wounds and applied simple bandages.
"Can the person move?" Fangxi asked after he finished.
"Being careful is fine, but the wound on the chest needs extra attention. The patient has lost a lot of blood and has some other issues, so a quiet place is needed to treat him properly," the physician said.
"You two carry him onto the carriage," Fangxi instructed the two guards from the Prince's residence. "Be careful not to aggravate his wounds."
The steward sensed something amiss from Fangxi and the physician's attitude, but now was not the time to investigate further. He thanked the constables and the old doctor before escorting the carriage away.
When Fangxi led her people to the scene of the accident to pick up the people, Fangrui had already sent someone to the palace to invite His Highness the Crown Prince.
She ordered everyone in the manor to stand by, and then waited at the gate of the manor with Chunming, who was equally anxious.
It felt like a long time had passed before the prince's carriage finally appeared at the end of the street.
Upon seeing the carriage, Chunming immediately ran towards it.
The carriage stopped in front of Chunming, and Fangxi and the family physician got out of the carriage.
"Young master, don't worry, this person is not the prince, just someone who looks very much like him," Fangxi whispered to Chunming.
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