Chapter 517: Facts prove that if you pretend to be sick too much, it will become real (Update 2)

The tortured Third Prince looked at the Little Prince, "Aren't you too outrageous? Even if we have a child, our father will not agree to make our son the Crown Prince!"

Everyone: "!!!!"

So this is what you are thinking?

The Little Prince had no guilt at all. He crossed his legs, held a lollipop in his mouth, and looked like a big shot in society. "That may not be the case!"

Everyone looked at their brother's smile and subconsciously felt a little sympathy for their father who lived in the palace.

I heard that before, the father got angry for some reason and threw a teacup at the prince. Fortunately, the prince ran fast, otherwise, he would definitely be injured.

Then, the prince changed his usual behavior and diligently sent some soup to Wenhua Palace every day. Then, he thought about the soup that his own mansion had often received during this period.

Very good, the case was solved.

They already knew the effect of the soup that the prince sent to the palace.

How is this different from clearly suspecting that the emperor is not good enough?

No wonder the emperor was so angry that he threw the teacup.

Then, thinking about this bear brother who was so eager to stare at their backyard and boldly wanted their son to be the crown prince, there would definitely be another bloody storm.

Thinking about the emperor, thinking about the civil and military officials in the court, thinking about what the bear brother said about having his own way, they subconsciously felt uneasy.

Who knows how these ministers would be tortured by then.

The eldest prince who came last, with a look of indifference, picked up the wine glass and poured himself a glass. He really liked the wine here, it was tasty and strong!

"Don't think too much. The premise for this matter to proceed smoothly is that a grandson needs to be born. Without a grandson, everything is in vain!"

The little prince immediately made a bitter face, then stuffed his mouth with barbecue, and his cheeks bulged. "Father is old, and it is understandable that there are no new brothers born in the harem, but the brothers are in their prime, what's wrong with you?"

The brothers: "..."

Inexplicably felt that their ability as men was doubted.

However, it seemed very interesting to see the bear brother's wish being shattered.

In short, it was a complicated mood.

After causing trouble in the East Palace, everyone left, leaving the little prince anxiously waiting for the birth of his little nephew.

Not long after, rumors began to spread that the current prince was not interested in state affairs, but had a quirk of staring at the backyards of the princes.

Very good, the little prince went further and further on the road of self-deprecation.

Then, the royal dignity and royal reputation were almost ruined by him.

After hearing this rumor from the people, Lu Chengtian had become a Buddha. The reason he did not sacrifice his relatives for the sake of justice was that he had become more and more skilled in cultivating his energy in recent days.

He originally wanted to keep the prince by his side, teach him personally, and make sure to correct his bad habits.

As the crown prince of the East Palace, his every word and action represented the face of the royal family. How could he be so reckless?

Lu Chengtian was fully prepared and directly asked Dequan to go to the imperial manor to announce the decree.

Yes, as autumn was getting closer, the crops on the imperial manor were entering the maturity period one after another. After a year of busy experimental fields, the harvest was about to come. How could the little prince not watch it in person?

Want him to return to the palace?

That's absolutely impossible.

Even the imperial decree wouldn't work.

So, as soon as the little prince received the pigeon message from Dequan rushing to the imperial manor, he "fell ill".

From the occasional cold at the beginning, he became dependent on soup and medicine. When Dequan came with the decree, the little prince was already bedridden.

When he came, Dequan's eyelids kept twitching. God knows how many gods he worshipped, praying that this errand would go smoothly.

But facts proved that it didn't work.

It's true. As long as it's about the prince, even if you ask for help from the gods, it's useless.

Dequan is desperate.

The prince is bedridden, and the accompanying imperial physician has diagnosed that he has caught a cold and needs rest and recuperation.

How dare Dequan take this ancestor back to the palace by force?

If something unexpected happens on the way, he will have to pay for it even if he has a hundred lives.

The news was immediately sent back to the palace. Lu Chengtian,

who had already thought about how to teach his unlucky son how to be a monarch, how to govern a country, and how to maintain balance in the court, was not surprised at all when he received this news. He

even had a feeling that it was as he expected.

Lu Chengtian immediately asked Jiang Yuanzheng to take two imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital and many medicinal materials to the imperial manor.

There really wasn't a second wasted. The decree was issued as soon as the message was received.

This reaction was so skilled that it made people feel distressed.

Little did he know that when Jiang Yuanzheng received the decree, his goat beard was shaking. This dead kid really makes people worry!

He just knows how to torture his old bones.

Jiang Yuanzheng felt that he needed to have a serious talk with this naughty kid.

He doesn't object to you like to play with your weak body and stay in bed, but can you please not make him travel every time? !

Jiang Yuanzheng was in a low mood all the way to the imperial manor, and then he saw a naughty kid who kept coughing.

As the saying goes, if you walk by the river often, you will get your shoes wet.

This time, it took less than three days for the little prince to pretend to be sick and actually get sick.

Lu Zexu lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling boredly. It had been a long time since he had been sick. He had a headache, stuffy nose, cough, and nausea. It was really uncomfortable.

In order not to be recalled to the palace, the little prince refused to take cold medicine.

On the night that Dean Jiang arrived at the manor, the little prince had a high fever. Dean Jiang didn't remember to educate the naughty child. If the fever didn't go down, it would be dangerous.

Dequan naturally didn't dare to hide the news in the manor from the emperor. That night, the news was passed back.

The little prince thought that since he was sick and bedridden, even if Lu Chengtian wanted to deal with him, he would have to wait until he recovered.

Little did he know that that night, a secret guard carried him on his back, rolled him up into a roll, put him in a carriage, and returned to the palace overnight.

Lu Zexu was drowsy all the way. The high fever and the concentration soup made him sleep all the time. When he woke up, he was already in the palace.

Lu Zexu was a little dazed for a while. He remembered that he was sleeping in a house on the imperial manor. How did he become a palace in the blink of an eye?

When he woke up, he thought he was dreaming. He blinked hard, and it was not until he saw the complicated curtains that he was sure that he was back in the palace.

The little prince immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. It seemed that the rumors had really angered his father.

He was already sick, but he still didn't let him go and wanted to bring him back to teach him a lesson overnight.

The little prince sighed deeply. It seemed that he had to think of a countermeasure. He didn't want to be taught a lesson by his father at all.