"Did you make a secret signal?" Zhu Yueran asked in a low voice.
Zhu Xichen didn't even move his lips, replying directly with his throat, "I delivered a letter to Junior Brother, how could I not handle such a small matter?"
Inside the palace, Emperor Taikang stood in front of the princess's bed, staring blankly at the person on the bed for a long time. This face clearly looked about 80% like the empress's, so it should be his daughter. Why did he feel that something was wrong?
Since the princess returned, he has never spoken to her properly. Each time, he has been somewhat perfunctory and unable to face her. Now that the princess has fallen into a coma again, even the imperial physicians are helpless and fear that she may never wake up again.
It must be poisoning, but this poison is too strange, and we can't detect anything unusual. We can only wait until tomorrow to find a master poison expert outside to try it out, even if it costs a lot of money.
"Could it be that I really shouldn't be the emperor, and that God is punishing the people, my empress, and my princess like this?" Emperor Taikang muttered to himself. He rarely doubted himself like this. He never believed in fate, but only in the power of human effort.
But after so many years of hard work, he still couldn't change anything. He's human too, and he gets tired. Today, he really feels powerless.
At this moment, the Grand Eunuch Zhong Fu walked in, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Prince Gong's men have begun to move. It seems that all of his assassins have been mobilized."
"He's come at the right time. It's time to end this. He's tired, and so am I." Emperor Taikang strode away with his hands behind his back and returned to Kunning Palace.
Zhu Mansion.
These past few days, Fu Ge and his friends have indeed stayed at home and haven't gone out to have fun. However, none of their masters have had time to come and teach. Apart from Zhu Lin bringing Xingxing to watch over them, the others haven't been seen for two days in a row.
"Brother Lin, where have all the masters gone? Why aren't they here to teach us to read?" Zhou Erfu was the first to ask, unable to contain his curiosity.
"They'll be back soon, once they've finished what they're doing," Zhu Lin replied calmly, without explaining what the others had been up to.
"Second Brother, stop making small talk and focus on practicing your calligraphy. Once you've improved, your senior brothers and sisters will naturally come back." Xingxing was diligently practicing calligraphy with her brush and couldn't bear to see Erfu slacking off.
Zhou Erfu chuckled, scratched his head, and didn't ask any more questions. He picked up his pen and continued practicing calligraphy. He really didn't have the patience to practice for several hours at a time. After lunch, he had to continue practicing in the afternoon. He was about to get sick from practicing calligraphy for two days in a row.
Alas, apart from Sifu, who can empathize with him, the other brothers are not on the same page. My sister used to like to whisper to people when she was in class at the private school in the first half of the year, but she changed completely in the second half of the year.
Especially after arriving in the capital, she not only calmed down to read and practice calligraphy, but also constantly supervised him and his fourth brother. She was even more nagging than the teachers in the private school. He and his fourth brother couldn't refuse their sister's request, so they had no choice but to cooperate and keep practicing.
However, Lin-ge seemed preoccupied today. Although it wasn't outwardly apparent—his handsome face remained as calm as ever—his bent fingers tapped the table occasionally, clearly indicating his absent-mindedness.
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