Her footsteps were particularly clear in the silent room, as if stepping on everyone's heart.
"Doctor, my son..." Song's mother hesitated to speak, her voice full of anxiety and worry.
The old doctor in the village was carefully examining Song Zhe's condition. He frowned and placed his fingers lightly on Song Zhe's pulse.
After a moment, the old doctor slowly stood up and stroked his beard.
"Madam, please don't worry too much. Your son is just suffering from a heart attack caused by the reverse flow of blood."
The old doctor's words were comforting, "You'll recover after a few days of rest."
Upon hearing this, Mother Song's tense nerves relaxed a little, but her brows were still furrowed.
"Then..." She hesitated for a moment, "Do I need to do anything?"
The old doctor thought for a moment, then said, "I'll go and prescribe two prescriptions for calming the nerves and calming the spirit."
He turned to leave and added, "Remember to give him more warm soup to help his recovery."
Mother Song nodded quickly, "Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor."
There was deep gratitude in her voice, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw.
The old doctor waved his hand, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
Silence returned to the room, leaving only Song Zhe's faint breathing.
Song's mother sat by the bed, gently holding her son's hand, tears in her eyes.
"Zhe'er, you must get better!" She whispered softly, her voice full of motherly concern.
Outside the window, the night deepens, and a bright moon rises quietly, casting a faint silver glow.
Study in Prince Pingyang's Palace
Prince Pingyang Xiao Ruize stepped into the study, his gaze immediately drawn to a scroll that stood out from the view on the desk. Frowning slightly, he strode towards the desk, his slender fingers gently picking up the scroll.
"What is this?" Xiao Ruize muttered to himself and slowly unfolded the scroll.
The scene in the painting made Xiao Ruize's pupils shrink suddenly. In the painting was a man who looked exactly like him. Written beside him in blood-red ink was a line of words: "Why don't you want me? Why did you even order someone to poison me? Why?"
Xiao Ruize stared at the portrait, his brow furrowed, a hint of confusion and vigilance flashing in his eyes. His right hand unconsciously grasped the edge of the scroll, and his left hand stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Suddenly, Xiao Ruize raised his head, his eyes like torches, and swept towards the dark corners of the room. "Shadow?" he asked in a deep voice.
"I'm here." A deep voice came from the darkness.
Xiao Ruize's expression turned serious, and his tone carried an unquestionable command: "Go and find out who the person in this portrait is. Be sure to do it quickly and accurately."
"As you command, Your Highness." A figure dressed in black emerged from the darkness. He quickly stepped forward, respectfully taking the scroll from Xiao Ruize's hands, and then vanished through the door like a puff of smoke.
Xiao Ruize looked in the direction Shadow had left, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes gleaming with deep thought. He murmured softly, "Who on earth is this? Why would they send me such a painting?"
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