Emperor Shangwen held Empress Duan's hand and gently pulled her up with a tender look on his face.
"Jin'er is my son. I won't let others talk about him no matter what."
"The Queen is overthinking."
Queen Duan clutched the handkerchief, still somewhat worried.
"That being said, I am still a little panicked."
"If the fortune during the ancestor worship is not good, people will inevitably gossip about it."
Emperor Shangwen patted her hands, his expression calm.
"I am the emperor. If anything unexpected happens, I will shut them up first."
Xiao Ruyu just walked to the door and heard everything.
[It turns out that mother and father are worried about this matter. ]
She muttered to herself, and her words reached Emperor Shangwen's ears.
"Yu'er is here, let me hug you."
Emperor Shangwen stretched out his arms and embraced Xiao Ruyu. He pinched her little face and asked in confusion.
"Why have you lost so much weight recently? Have you not been eating well?"
Queen Duan interrupted and explained.
"Yu'er has lost a lot of weight recently because of Jin'er, as she has been watching over him every day."
Xiao Ruyu leaned against Emperor Shangwen's arms and shook her head gently.
[Daddy, I'm fine. Just eat more in a few days.]
…
The day of ancestor worship was scheduled for the fifteenth day, and everyone set out for the temple outside the palace.
Early in the morning, Xiao Ruyu was picked up by Queen Duan, dressed up, and was still yawning.
"Little princess, let Eleven hold you and take a nap for a while."
Seeing that she was constantly squeezing out tears, Eleven wanted to take her from Queen Duan.
Xiao Ruyu shook her head, jumped down from his arms, and opened the curtain to let in some fresh air.
The cool breeze blew into her head, making her feel much more awake.
At first glance, people were kneeling on the long street, and the scene was extremely spectacular.
The news that the Emperor was offering sacrifices to his ancestors and praying for blessings had spread throughout the capital, and many people wanted to join in the fun today.
The temple for ancestor worship is not far outside the city. It was built when Xuan State was just founded.
The carriage stopped outside the temple, and Xiao Ruyu took Queen Duan's hand and got off obediently.
Emperor Shangwen got off the carriage in front and came over to hold Empress Duan's hand.
Seeing that she still looked a little flustered, he leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"Don't worry, Queen. I have already arranged everything."
Xiao Ruyu curiously looked around. After entering the door, the tall altar came into view.
Emperor Shangwen and Empress Duan were sitting on a high platform, and they gave an order.
The sacrifice officially begins.
The square altar in the center was filled with offerings, and a blazing fire was burning fiercely in the circle of fire.
The abbot of the temple was kneeling before Emperor Shangwen, holding a Buddhist rosary and a fortune stick in his hand.
"On the day of ancestor worship, I will first perform a hexagram. I hope the emperor will draw a hexagram."
Emperor Shangwen drew a lot at random and threw it on the ground.
The abbot held it up carefully with both hands, and when he saw the hexagram clearly, his expression changed slightly.
"How about this hexagram?"
Emperor Shangwen asked calmly.
"It should be 'good luck'."
The abbot prostrated himself on the ground and quietly slipped the stick into his sleeve.
Xiao Ruyu looked at his expression and guessed something.
An invisible stick alone will not be enough to silence the gossips.
She had already thought of a solution in advance.
Xiao Ruyu hid in a deserted place and summoned a strong spiritual power with a flip of his hand.
She went into Yaowang Valley yesterday, carefully read the ancient books, and finally found the long-lost method.
"The stars of the constellation of Chen created the world, and the Big Dipper illuminates the sky..."
"Change!"
Xiao Ruyu pointed to the sky, and a stream of spiritual power rushed straight into the sky.
As the last sentence fell, the originally clear sky suddenly shone with brilliant rays of light.
As the glow of the sunset appeared, hundreds of birds began to sing and circled in the sky above the temple.
Everyone was shocked by the scene. Empress Duan tightly grasped Emperor Shangwen's hand, pointing at the natural phenomenon and unable to speak.
"this……"
Upon seeing this scene, the abbot knelt down on the ground, and the Buddhist disciples behind him also fell to the ground.
"Your Majesty, this is a sign of good fortune from heaven. Xuan Nation will prosper for thousands of years."
Everyone knelt down and cheered for the scene.
"Long live the emperor."
Emperor Shangwen was delighted and stood up, waving his sleeves.
"Everyone stand up!"
When the people in the capital saw the rosy clouds everywhere, they put down their work and knelt on the ground.
"Auspicious signs from heaven, it must be that the Emperor is wise and wise, our lives will be better in the future!"
Queen Duan held the handkerchief tightly to cover her tearful face.
【Jin'er must be saved.】
[May God help my Xuan Kingdom. Jin'er will definitely get better in the future. ]
Xiao Ruyu was just about to retract his hand and sneak back when he suddenly heard everyone's voices.
She looked up at Emperor Shangwen and Empress Duan and realized that the two sentences just now were exactly what they were thinking.
Just when I was wondering why I could hear my own thoughts, another familiar voice broke in.
[Why does this scene look so familiar? It seems like I saw it in my dream yesterday.]
Isn't this the voice of Eleven? !
Xiao Ruyu looked up at Eleven who was standing beside her and was about to ask.
A maid from the palace came up behind her and whispered something in her ear.
"Little Princess, Lord Yang sent me here to deliver a message that he has returned to the capital and is now in the palace."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ruyu immediately turned around and left. After taking two steps, she remembered something and took Eleven's hand.
[Eleven, take me back quickly, Master has returned to Beijing.]
After reporting to Emperor Shang Wen, the two men immediately set off back to the palace.
When Xiao Ruyu came back, she went straight to the Imperial Hospital, but did not see Doctor Yang.
She anxiously grabbed an imperial physician and asked him.
"Where is Doctor Yang? Didn't he return to the palace?"
The imperial physician quickly replied respectfully.
"As soon as Lord Yang returned to the palace, he went to the little prince's bedroom."
When Xiao Ruyu heard this, he turned around and rushed towards Xiao Rujin's bedroom.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Doctor Yang taking a drop of Xiao Rujin's blood and examining it carefully.
【Master, you are finally back. 】
Xiao Ruyu suddenly threw herself into his arms, eyes full of grievance.
Looking at her thin little face, Doctor Yang knew that she had worked very hard on this matter.
[Take a look at this stinky little brother. How should he be treated? ]
Doctor Yang placed the blood in the herbs and watched the changes with a frown.
[What's wrong, Master? Please save my stinky little brother. ]
Seeing the change in Doctor Yang's expression, Xiao Ruyu's heart skipped a beat.
Although she was mentally prepared, she still reluctantly held Doctor Yang's hand, wanting to hear what others had to say.
"Master was negligent before. The little prince was infected with the extremely ferocious mother-child Gu."
"That day we only killed the mother Gu, but ignored the most important body of the child Gu."
He placed his hands on Xiao Rujin's body and gestured, sighing even more.
"Right now, this Gu is slowly moving around his neck."
"Wait until he swims to the little prince's chest." Doctor Yang drew a circle on his chest.
"By then, the poison will have entered my heart, and I'm afraid it will be too late to save me."