Chapter 1: The First Day of Wanting to Die

At the end of February in the 34th year of the Kangxi reign, spring ploughing began, willow trees sprouted, and vitality and vigor were everywhere.

The palace servants in the Qing Palace had a good New Year and worked very hard.

But the atmosphere in the small courtyard where the prince lived was depressing. The palace servants all looked nervous, and they were all waiting with their heads craned to await the results of the imperial physician's diagnosis.

After a long moment, the three imperial doctors looked at each other, lowered their heads and sighed, then walked out and shook their heads at the waiting palace maids.

Everyone's faces suddenly turned pale, looking at the old eunuch in front of them, waiting for him to speak.

Eunuch Wang was the chief eunuch who served the master in the room. He was now shaking his hands as he confirmed with the imperial physician: "Imperial Physician Zheng, our master..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes turned red, his throat became hoarse, and he couldn't utter the last few words.

He stood at the door and saw the emaciated figure of Sixth Master lying on the bed, as thin as a piece of paper. To be honest, sometimes Eunuch Wang would think, looking at Sixth Master, whom he had taken care of since he was a child, that it might be a good thing to end this pain sooner. But when separation really came, his heart ached so much that he could not breathe.

I wish I could die in his place.

Imperial Physician Zheng felt sorry for Eunuch Wang as they all hoped that the Sixth Prince could survive, otherwise they would be the ones to die.

Over the years, Manager Wang has been taking care of the sick Sixth Prince and has almost become a permanent resident of the Imperial Hospital, but who knew that what was coming would still come.

"I'm afraid it won't last until noon. Steward Wang can inform the emperor."

Having said this, Doctor Zheng's originally anxious heart finally calmed down. They had done their best. Whether the patient lived or died would depend on whether the emperor would be angry with them.

Before Manager Wang had time to grieve, he heard Concubine De crying outside.

"Xiao Liu, my mother's Xiao Liu——"

The visitor was in her thirties, and her haggard face made her look even more fragile and pitiful.

Even wolves couldn't resist the aura she exuded.

With a look of grief on her face, Concubine De threw herself at the paper man on the bed, held him in her arms, and tried to wake him up, but she could only hear the weak and painful screams of the child in her arms.

Concubine De couldn't understand why the heaven was so cruel to her little Liu. She had been taking medicine and praying to gods and Buddhas since she was a child, but everything went wrong for her. Yet, the heaven still mercilessly took her little Liu away.

"Xiao Liu, your mother is here to accompany you. Wait for your mother. You are still so young, and your mother has not yet arranged for you to marry a concubine—"

When everyone heard Concubine De say this, they couldn't help but kneel on the ground and cry.

Their Sixth Prince had just celebrated his fifteenth birthday, and he had been trapped in the Qing Palace his entire life and had never been anywhere.

For a moment, the crying was deafening and the scene was in chaos.

"Someone come quickly, Concubine De has fainted!"

——

Yin Zhuo was originally visiting the Forbidden City, but when he was walking to a certain place, he suddenly lost consciousness.

Someone was speaking to him in his head.

"You have been absent from duty for ten years. It is time to complete your mission."

What mission?

Yin Zhuo was confused. Wasn’t he just an ordinary college student majoring in history?

And what does being absent from duty for ten years mean?

Does he have some special identity?

When he woke up again, Yin Zhuohun felt pain all over his body, his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open his eyes at all, and he could hear bursts of crying in his ears.

It took Yin Zhuo a long time to react. These people seemed to be crying for him?

Yin Zhuo:?

So, his mission is to be a dead person?

Suddenly, Yin Zhuo felt a headache and a large amount of memories flooded into his mind, causing him to faint again.

When he woke up again, Yin Zhuo wished he had never woken up. It was terrible. He became the sixth prince who died young in history.

But the good news is that it is now the 34th year of Emperor Kangxi's reign, and he should have died at the age of five, but he lived to the age of fifteen.

But the bad news is that he only has three months to live.

And this is all his own fault, he was originally a Qing Dynasty system, coming to help the Sixth Prince Yinzuo to recover his health, and at the same time complete the task of revitalizing the Qing Dynasty and allowing the people to live a good life. However, as a novice medical system, he got lost, and for some reason he lived in modern times for more than a decade. His memory was restored when he visited the Forbidden City, and then he was hurriedly summoned back.

Who could have thought that although he came back, it was already too late, as Yinzuo, who was struggling to hold on, died just a few seconds before he arrived.

He is now Yinzuo, and what's worse is that he only has three months to live. Not only is he in the medical system, but he doesn't have any medical knowledge at all. What's even more bizarre is that the major he chose in college was history-related.

This has nothing to do with medicine.

Yin Zhuo felt that he was doomed. He didn't know if he still had the medical abilities after becoming a human, but now he felt that he couldn't even save himself.

Forget it, just let it rot for three months.

By then he will be wiped out by the main god system.

Woohoo, he is so miserable.

Yin Zhuo wanted to cry. He had a hard time getting through three days, let alone three months.

He truly experienced what it felt like to feel pain even when breathing.

The crying sound in his ears continued, and Yin Zhuo was so annoyed that he wanted to curse.

"Sixth Prince, please take us with you. If you die, we will die too. We will go down to accompany you."

"...He won't live any longer. The Sixth Prince is gone. We servants can't live any longer!"

Concubine De, who had just been resuscitated by the imperial doctors, sat weakly on a chair. When she heard everyone crying, she became sad again. But she calmed down and said in a cold voice, "Call the imperial doctor over to me."

On the bed.

Yin Zhuo's brows furrowed, and suddenly he felt the pain in his body slowly subsiding. At least it didn't hurt when he breathed, and his limbs had strength again.

Slowly, Yin Zhuo took advantage of the palace maids' inattention and sat up.

Just as he sat up, he heard someone in the palace crying, "... Let us servants suffer for the Sixth Prince, let us servants die for the Sixth Prince..."

Yin Zhuo turned around and met the eyes of the crying little eunuch.

The eunuch: "...Uh...hiccup."

Yin Zhuo: …

Others who heard the little eunuch crying: …

In an instant, the crying stopped, and everyone was frightened into a cold sweat by the person who had just gotten up from the bed.

The eunuch who had just spoken murmured, "Are you hallucinating?"

It would have been fine if he didn't say anything. As soon as he did, everyone panicked.

Everyone's face looked uglier than crying.

"Sixth Prince? Are you okay?"

"Call the doctor quickly, the Sixth Prince is sitting up!"

…

There was something else that someone hadn't said yet, which was that the words that were just said while crying were not taken seriously.

The Sixth Prince can't survive anymore, but they still want to live!

The young eunuch was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

Yin Zhuo almost died of laughter, these people's expressions were so funny.

[Hahahaha oh my god, I didn’t expect that I’m alive again! ]

Kangxi and his people who hurried over and Defei who was questioning the imperial physician:?

They seem to be hallucinating?

Everyone suddenly heard a clear boy's voice, and before they could react, they heard the voice continue.

[Alas, I still want to die. ]

As soon as the voice fell, the person on the bed lay down again, with his hands crossed on his abdomen and a peaceful expression.

Those who heard the inner voice: ...So it was Xiaoliu who was speaking just now?

The palace servants were going crazy. What was going on? Why was he lying down again?

Could it be that just now it was a last gasp of light?

Defei was the first to react. She didn't even have time to distinguish the sound she heard. She hurried over and held Yin Zhuo's hand: "Xiaoliu, my mother is here. How do you feel?"

Yin Zhuo opened his eyes and saw Concubine De's face. He couldn't help but sigh: "There is still one breath left."

[Alas, I knew Kangxi was a pervert. No wonder E'niang was so favored. She had such a pretty face. I hope I can inherit E'niang's beauty.]

A shaved head is ugly enough. If it gets uglier, Yin Zhuo will die.

Defei's old face turned red and she slapped Yin Zhuo, "What is this brat talking about? There are so many people here."

Yin Zhuo was slapped so hard that he kept coughing, which frightened Concubine De: "Imperial Physician——"

Doctor Zheng felt that if he passed this hurdle today, he would lose several years of his life. It was too scary.

Yin Zhuo looked at Doctor Zheng curiously as he felt his pulse, and watched Doctor Zheng's brows furrowing more and more tightly.

"hiss--"

Doctor Zheng took a breath of cool air.

Yin Zhuo also started to get nervous. Could it be that he couldn't even last three months?

【Alas, I want to die. 】

Kangxi: ...

Kangxi didn't know whether other people could hear this strange voice, but he was sure that Xiaoliu didn't open his mouth just now.

Kangxi had seen a lot of the world, so he managed his expression very well and asked Imperial Physician Zheng about his condition with a calm expression.

"Okay, no need to be polite. How's Xiaoliu?"

He had hurried all the way here, and when he heard Xiaoliu's clear voice at the door, he would be lying if he said he wasn't shocked, but it also calmed him down.

It looks like he can't die now.

Yin Zhuo stretched out his wrist for the imperial physician to feel his pulse, and in the blink of an eye a group of people in gorgeous clothes came in. The one walking in front was wearing a bright yellow robe and had a short beard. There was no doubt that this person was Kangxi.

The people behind him were his brothers. Yin Zhuo's angle was not good, but he still matched them one by one with the help of his memory.

To be honest, I don’t know if it’s because I won’t live long, but Yin Zhuo found that he was not nervous at all when he met Kangxi and these historical figures.

[Hey, is this my old and strong emperor who has been on the throne for more than 60 years? He gets up earlier than a chicken and sleeps later than a dog, no wonder he is bald. ]

Kangxi was caught off guard by the ridicule:? I shaved it!

The brothers who followed behind him said: Why does Xiaoliu say everything?

But the strange thing was that no one seemed to hear anything. A few people felt something was wrong and tried hard to hide their inner shock and stared at Xiaoliu on the bed.

They seemed to be able to hear Xiaoliu's thoughts, but they were not sure if everyone else could hear them...

But the most worried one among them was the Crown Prince. As he grew up, he imagined what it would be like to ascend the throne, and whether he would be as powerful as the Emperor. As a result, he actually heard Xiaoliu's inner voice saying that the Emperor would have to stay on the throne for several more decades. Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, if it was true, how old would he be by then...

No one dared to act rashly, and then they saw the person on the bed was also observing them carefully. In the end, they didn't know if they were seeing things, but they actually saw a hint of disgust on Xiaoliu's face.

Yin Zhuo took a deep breath, turned his head back, and then closed his eyes helplessly.

[Bald heads are so ugly, I don’t want to live anymore. 】

Kangxi suddenly felt his hand itchy. He didn't even look at what he looked like. His face was pale as a sheet of paper, even paler than if he had put on powder. Yet he still dared to despise them.

Then they heard Xiaoliu complaining about himself.

[Woohoo—I’m still a paper man with a bald head, which must be uglier. I don’t want to live anymore!!]

Crowd: …

Imperial Physician Zheng also announced the result of his diagnosis at this time, which was that the Sixth Prince was cured.

It was nothing short of a miracle.

Miracle himself, Yin Zhuo, is still hesitating between life and death now or death three months later.