"..." As soon as these people rushed forward, Su Wanyan experienced what it felt like to be a celebrity in ancient times for the first time. She guessed that the celebrity interviews she saw on TV were just like this.
On a sudden inspiration, she said loudly, "Thanks to the help of a group of chivalrous and kind-hearted people yesterday, His Highness is now out of danger. Tomorrow, a ceremony will be held outside the Prince Gong's Mansion to express Heaven's gratitude to His Highness. Please don't be shy, everyone is welcome to participate."
Upon hearing this, the crowd gathered in front of the palace gates cheered: "Your Highness, is it really true that everyone who goes gets a share?"
"Of course." Su Wanyan smiled, uttered those two words, and hurriedly climbed into the carriage, leaving the still excited people behind.
At this moment, in a private residence in the capital city.
Wang Zhang and dozens of Nan Qing's former subordinates guarded the place so tightly that it was impenetrable. They all changed into civilian clothes as Su Wanyan had instructed.
However, their calm faces suggested that things weren't going well.
This morning, Su Wanyan called them all back, changed their clothes, and told them to stay by Yu Nanqing's side at all times.
She herself entered the palace alone.
They had just finished fighting with Emperor Yuanhe's men last night, and Su Wanyan immediately said she wanted to go to the palace. It would be a lie to say they weren't worried.
What if something happens to Su Wanyan in the palace? How will they explain it to the prince when he wakes up?
With their own prince still unconscious and the princess's fate unknown in the palace, the atmosphere in the mansion was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
One man, unable to bear it any longer, stood up from the steps and shouted, "At worst, I'll storm the palace and rescue the princess!"
Wang Zhang stepped forward and smacked him on the head: "Sit down!"
The man who was hammered was named Wei Xiang. He was tall and strong, around thirty years old, and had a deep scar on the side of his neck that looked quite alarming.
Wang Zhang was considered a minor leader among this group. In the past, besides being responsible for delivering messages to Yu Nanqing, he was also in charge of gathering manpower.
Any intelligence from the capital would also be sent to him, because their people had been almost wiped out by Emperor Yuanhe, and he held multiple positions, so these people all followed his orders.
Wei Xiang, having been hit by Wang Zhang's hammer, reluctantly sat down again.
"Her Highness the Princess told us to stay here and guard the Prince, so we're just doing our duty. Why are you making such a fuss?"
In Wang Zhang's eyes, Su Wanyan is now the person who can take charge of the overall situation.
At first, when Su Wanyan was unwilling to leave the city, he only hoped that someone could stay by the prince's side.
Looking at everything Su Wanyan did for the prince now, he inexplicably believed that Su Wanyan was the one who could bring hope to their prince.
Su Wanyan's orders are the same as the prince's orders, and he will do his best to carry them out, even if it costs him his life.
Just then, the courtyard gate creaked open: "Her Majesty is back!"
Xiao Bu opened the door. He looked very young, only in his early twenties. Su Wanyan followed him in.
Everyone's eyes lit up immediately, and they all crowded around: "Your Highness, Princess Consort!"
Upon seeing Su Wanyan return safely, everyone was visibly excited. When they reached Su Wanyan, they stopped at a distance and suddenly knelt down in unison: "Welcome, Your Highness the Princess!"
Su Wanyan: "..."
She's exhausted!
How did they manage to be so perfectly synchronized?
She forgot what she was about to say.
Su Wanyan frowned, closed her eyes, and thought for a long time. Ah, that's it!
"Go find a better carriage; we need to transport Yu Nanqing back to the Prince's Palace."
The Prince's Mansion is definitely going back; this private residence has too low a security level, and anyone could climb over the wall.
"Your Majesty, I'll go!" Wei Xiang volunteered and started taking on tasks.
“Okay.” It doesn’t matter who goes; they are their own prince, and he certainly won’t be careless in his work. Su Wanyan is at ease about this.
"Leave a few people to carry Yu Nanqing in a bit, the rest of you go to the Prince's Mansion first." Too many people escorting Yu Nanqing would attract too much attention, which wouldn't be good.
After he finished speaking, the remaining people looked at each other, somewhat hesitant.
Entering the Prince's Mansion? Them?
Just like that, openly and honestly, you go in?
Won't I get arrested?
Su Wanyan seemed to sense their concerns: "Don't worry, no one dares to stop you now."
If they dare to stop her, she will make a scene. Emperor Yuanhe is currently preoccupied with the assassination attempt on Yu Nanqing and will not take any further action in the short term.
"Yes." Despite their hesitation, upon hearing Su Wanyan's words, everyone obediently left the house and headed to Prince Gong's Mansion.
Su Wanyan felt there was still something she hadn't instructed, but now that her nerves, which had been on edge all night, were relaxed, her mind was a bit foggy, so she simply stopped thinking about it. If it was something important, she certainly wouldn't forget.
Forgetting something means that it can be postponed, and you will naturally remember it when the time is right.
As Su Wanyan pondered this, she stepped into the room: "How is Yu Nanqing? Did the doctor say anything?"
Yes, when Su Wanyan left in the morning, she called a doctor to come and take care of her.
After all, if Yu Nanqing were to encounter any unexpected situation, these people, who do not understand medicine, would definitely be in trouble.
"No, I've been keeping watch all along, and they'll report back immediately if anything happens," Wang Zhang reported, following behind Su Wanyan.
Standing in front of the dark room, Su Wanyan couldn't help but yawn. She was so sleepy and tired.
I just want to lie down and go to sleep.
However, it's not the right time yet.
"Your Majesty!" The person guarding the door bowed respectfully to Su Wanyan.
Upon hearing this, the doctor inside the room immediately rose and knelt down, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness."
The old doctor was in his early sixties, with gray hair and a beard the same color as his hair that reached his chest. When he bowed to Su Wanyan, she noticed that his hands were trembling.
She rushed forward to help him up: "Get up quickly, has something happened to Your Highness?"
Why are your hands shaking so much?
"No, no, no, no." The old doctor hurriedly waved his hand: "His Highness is perfectly fine, his breathing is even, his pulse is normal, and there are no bad symptoms."
There are indeed no bad symptoms, but it's already the best that there are no bad symptoms.
This isn't a patient, this is someone who's about to die!
He was only kept alive by acupuncture and ginseng medicine. His breathing was indeed even and his pulse was indeed calm, but... it was so weak that it was almost gone.
He was afraid that if he looked away for even a second less, the person would leave.
At first, they only said they would come over and keep an eye on things, and provide medical assistance if there were any emergencies. But no one told him that the person lying there was Prince Gong!
No one told him that Prince Gong's injury was so serious that even the slightest movement could kill him!
All morning, the old doctor prayed that Su Wanyan would return soon, and at the same time hoped that Yu Nanqing would not wake up, at least not while he was taking care of him.
Otherwise, he really can't do anything!
He is a doctor, not a deity.
The old doctor was drenched in sweat, and at the same time, he was filled with admiration for the doctor who treated Yu Nanqing.
Now that Su Wanyan is back, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief and casually asks, "May I ask, which doctor performed the acupuncture on His Highness? I am not very knowledgeable, but may I ask for his advice?"
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