"Little Bead, how do you know that she's crying because she's sad, and not because she's excited?"
Emperor Mingxi's hand, which was about to gently pat his beloved concubine's back, suddenly froze. The beautiful woman in front of him, tears welling up in her eyes, seemed about to fall but not quite.
"Your Majesty, what happened today has terrified your concubine and the Eighth Prince."
Following the words of Consort Qing, the birth mother of the Eighth Prince, Xie Zhilian, whose face was still a little pale, nodded in agreement. His chubby little hand tugged at Emperor Mingxi's sleeve, his face full of affection and admiration.
"Father, I saw the assassins who tried to kill my fourth brother. They were terrifying!"
Yue Fuguang glanced at Xie Zhilian with complicated eyes. She didn't want to comment on this complicated eighth prince right now.
However, Xie Laoqi and the Eighth Princess, who were standing next to him, kept looking into the hall, clearly concerned about the Fourth Prince's condition.
Emperor Mingxi looked at the group of children and his mood improved considerably. He said, "My sons, don't worry, your fourth brother will be fine."
No sooner had Emperor Mingxi finished speaking than he was proven wrong.
A young eunuch rushed out of the inner palace in a panic. Upon seeing the emperor, he cried out in a sorrowful voice, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Physician Sun says that the Fourth Prince... the Fourth Prince is dying!"
Upon hearing that the Fourth Prince was dying, the expressions of the people in the hall varied, but the only one who remained unchanged was Yue Fuguang, who was still munching on the pastries that Eunuch Qian had specially prepared for her.
It was lunchtime, and she knew she wouldn't be able to leave anytime soon, so she had to hurry up and fill her stomach.
"System, when will you stop consuming my energy?"
[Host, that will have to wait until the system is fully restored or we unbind.]
The system has no choice. Its operation already consumes a little of the host's energy. With two systems running, both at level four, it's bound to be even more energy-consuming for the host!
Pastries can only satisfy the palate; they can no longer meet Yue Fuguang's energy needs.
Yue Fuguang secretly gave herself a fasting pill, a pill the size of a longan, but the taste wasn't as good as it looked.
I couldn't help but complain in my heart, don't the alchemists in the cultivation world eat this stuff themselves? They only care about the effects, but no one has thought about improving the taste.
Watching Emperor Mingxi and his entourage lead the way inside, Yue Fuguang remained seated and motionless.
Seeing that Yue Fuguang hadn't gone in, Feng Tang and the others stopped in their tracks.
When Yue Fuguang saw Feng Tang, she suddenly remembered her little study companion and asked, "Lord Feng, is Feng Xiu feeling any better?"
When Feng Tang heard Yue Fuguang ask about his second son, a smile just appeared on his lips, but then he thought of the situation inside.
He immediately put on a serious face and replied in a low voice, "Thank you for your concern, Young Master. That boy ate the pastries you sent, and in his joy, he recovered completely in just two days. He'll be able to go back to school tomorrow."
Yue Fuguang nodded, "It's fine to let him rest for a couple more days. Wu Yunmiao and the others have taken notes for him, so it won't interfere with his studies."
Wu Yong chimed in, "What the Junior Tutor says is true. My fourth son and the Bao family's daughter are taking an extra note for Xiu-ge every day."
Lord Feng need not worry about his studies.
[Master, it seems that Feng Xiu in the original timeline didn't survive this illness.]
"Of my three new childhood playmates, two died in childhood, and none lived past twenty. Adding my two older sisters, the five of us combined didn't even live past a hundred!"
Feng Tang and Wu Yong exchanged a glance, one a father and the other an elder brother, their hearts filled with both sorrow and relief.
Regardless of what happened before, with the appearance of the Young Master in this life, both the Great Evolution and their personal destinies are different!
"Little Pearl, can you help me find some prescriptions for treating colds that can be made here, like Guizhi Tang, Mahuang Tang, and Jingfang Baidu San?"
As Sun Huajing came out, he heard these medicine names. Guizhi Tang, does it contain cinnamon?
Currently, cinnamon is only used as a spice, and no doctor has yet used it in medicine.
Sun Huajing pondered the names of the next two herbs and couldn't help but speculate on the ingredients of the prescription. He knew that herbs like Schizonepeta, Saposhnikovia, and Angelica pubescens must be present to treat colds…
Seeing him lost in thought, Wei Ping and the others couldn't help but ask, "Imperial Physician Sun, how is it inside?"
Wei Ping's words interrupted his train of thought. Sun Huajing immediately noticed Yue Fuguang, who was also looking at him, and quickly composed himself. He cupped his hands to Yue Fuguang and the others and said, "Young Master, gentlemen, the Fourth Prince's condition is not optimistic."
The implication is that they won't make it through today.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Emperor Mingxi led a group of people out, looking grief-stricken.
His eyes were red, and a tear clung to the corner of his eye.
Despite being overwhelmed with grief, he forced himself to say, "Fourth brother, Physician Sun and the others keep a close eye on things here."
He said to Yue Fuguang and the others, "Fuguang, come with me to see Xiao Jiu."
Let's see if he's really dead.
After the incident where King Qi substituted a peach for another plum, he was still not entirely at ease.
The group had only walked a short distance from the main hall when they heard the hall door behind them suddenly close.
As everyone turned around, Yue Fuguang wondered who dared to close the palace doors so quickly after the emperor had just left.
This isn't a palace gate that needs to be tightly closed. With the palace doors closed, even if the windows inside are made of glass, it still won't be bright, given the current lighting conditions!
These thoughts had barely formed when Yue Fuguang heard a system notification in her ear: "Master, there's an assassin!"
At the same time, the defensive shield around her was activated instantly.
At the same time, more than twenty assassins dressed as eunuchs and palace maids rushed in from all directions.
Their eyes were fierce and filled with hatred; they were ready to fight to the death. They were more like death squads than assassins.
"Protect the Emperor!" Xie Zhiyan shouted, drawing his sword and standing in front of the Emperor and Empress.
At this moment, he also took a moment to glance at Yue Fuguang standing beside him. He then took a step forward, positioning himself to block her from the emperor and empress.
At this moment, everyone realized what was happening, and the guards surrounded Emperor Mingxi in the middle.
The concubines, princes, and princesses were also surrounded by guards. Because there were too many people to protect, there were too few people willing to fight the assassins to the death.
Feng Tang and Wei Ping exchanged glances and met the assassins wielding swords and knives with their bare hands.
They only used the excuse of protecting the emperor, but who knew they would actually be right!
Who was the first to make that jinx?
Is the emperor any good or not? There are so many people with ulterior motives in his own little territory, and he doesn't even know it!
Aren't you afraid of being murdered in your sleep in the middle of the night?
Emperor Mingxi, who was surrounded, also felt wronged. In order to lure out all the hidden fish, he refrained from taking action against some of them.
They even offered themselves as bait, but unfortunately, they never expected that the other party would make their move in Pingnan Palace.
At this time, most of his guards were outside the palace gates.
Seeing the gate locked shut, the group exchanged glances and slowly moved outwards along the protective barrier.
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