The Princess Consort wasn't stupid. What valuable jewelry would warrant surrounding Changchun Garden and preventing anyone from entering or leaving? Besides, the Empress Dowager was always low-key. This statement just sounded suspicious.
The Fujin disregarded her aches and pains and raised her hand. Yu Ru, who was beside her, immediately reached out and helped her out of bed.
"Go, I'll send the token to the palace right now. I'm going to see the Empress." The Princess Consort couldn't sit still any longer.
But as soon as the princess stood up, she felt dizzy. She touched her forehead and almost fainted.
Yu Ru was also anxious after hearing the maid's words: "Don't worry, Madam. Let's send someone to inquire if there's any news from home. We should also send someone to the palace to inquire about Your Highness's well-being. How can you possibly enter the palace in your current state..."
The princess was helped back to her seat by Yu Ru. She waved her hand and said that she would do as Yu Ru said: "What's wrong with me? Why do I feel so listless as soon as I fall down..."
When asked about this, Yu Ru couldn't answer.
The imperial physicians couldn't pinpoint what was wrong with the princess. Although she was anxious, Yu Ru herself wasn't a physician, so all she could do was worry helplessly.
In the end, the Princess Consort was unable to enter the palace. After all, she was too weak and might collapse before even reaching the palace.
The empress in the palace sent word back in the evening, saying only four words: "Be patient."
Upon hearing this, the Princess Consort couldn't help but complain, "Calm down, calm down. It's been so long since you said this. Who knows what the Changchun Garden is like right now?"
Actually, it wasn't that the Empress was just being perfunctory with the Princess Consort; it was just that there was no news from Consort De at the moment.
Changchun Garden is now completely surrounded, like an iron barrel, and not a single word has escaped.
The Empress's advice to the Princess Consort to "stay calm" was also a reminder to herself. At this time, the worst thing to do is to be flustered and anxious.
...
Meanwhile, in Changchun Garden, His Majesty finally woke up around dusk.
Before he could even open his mouth to speak, the bedside was filled with the noise of several sparrows, making it impossible for him to have any peace.
The Third Prince, the Fifth Prince, Yinreng who had just woken up during the day, the Ninth Prince, the Tenth Prince, and the Twelfth, Thirteenth, Fourteenth, Fifteenth, and Sixteenth Princes all gathered around His Majesty's bedside.
"Father is awake! Father is awake!" Third Master called out several times, but he himself did not move an inch from the bedside.
Yinreng caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye, but merely twitched the corner of his mouth. He appeared somewhat indifferent among the princes, but he kept his head down and didn't stand out much.
Father Emperor said that Changchun Garden was something that didn't exist in his previous life, and that the assassination attempt was something that never happened in his previous life.
Everything has changed, but it's uncertain whether the outcome will be altered.
Yinreng knew that the fourth prince was injured, but he didn't know how he got hurt. He had heard that the eighth prince was injured while saving his father, but he didn't know if it was true or not...
Yinreng lowered his head, looking very worried about his father.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he folded his hands together to cover the scars on his palms.
Those were the stab wounds he sustained last night when he was pushed into the water and sank to the bottom. Of course, he also used that knife as a weapon to stab someone else.
Having been reborn, Yinreng never forgot everything he experienced in his previous life. He kept it firmly in his heart, especially the time he was imprisoned, which was imprinted in his mind every day.
Yinreng blamed himself for his lack of ambition in the struggle for the throne, but his hands in his previous life were not necessarily clean either. He didn't actually hate many people, he only hated one person, the emperor who loved him like a treasure and then discarded him like trash.
If the Emperor hadn't been so indecisive about the position of Crown Prince, how could so many things have happened later?
The Crown Prince hated his father, the Emperor, but after that fatal blow, he seemed to have forgotten the past.
One cut, and the score is settled.
The Crown Prince did not intend to kill his father, the Emperor; he knew in his heart whether that stab was fatal or not.
The Crown Prince crossed his hands, and when he came to his senses, his father, the Emperor, was chasing people away.
The third prince was still crying his eyes out in front of him when Yinreng lost his patience. He glanced around at everyone and stood up first: "Father, please rest well. I'll go check on your medicine."
The Emperor nodded with some relief, his voice low: "Baocheng, you also fell into the water and were injured. Go and rest."
Third Master glanced at it and said in an ambiguous tone, "In the end, Second Brother is still the most thoughtful."
The Emperor glanced at him and said, "I'm tired. You may all leave."
He didn't have the strength to raise his hand to shoo people away at that moment.
The younger children stopped crying first. After exchanging glances and lingering for a while, they all withdrew.
Everyone withdrew, and the Emperor slowly closed his eyes again.
Before long, Liang Jiugong's apprentice, Feng Zhong, carried the medicine and walked slowly towards the bedside.
"Your Majesty, this servant will serve you your medicine."
The Emperor didn't open his eyes. He asked, "How is your master's injury?"
Upon hearing His Majesty mention his master, Feng Zhong couldn't help but wipe away tears: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. My master woke up last night. However, the imperial physician said that the knife wound was almost fatal and he cannot be moved easily. I'm afraid he won't be able to serve Your Majesty for a while."
The Emperor smirked: "Your master still wants to serve me? Tell him to take good care of himself... What did the imperial physicians say about my health?"
Feng Zhong silently blew on the medicine: "The imperial physician said your injuries are nothing serious. Just rest for a few days and be careful with your diet. But His Majesty has bumped his head, which is serious... The imperial physician is waiting in the side hall right now..."
The Emperor said "Oh," as if remembering something: "The side hall? Eighth Prince is in the side hall."
Feng Zhong was slightly taken aback: "Yes, Eighth Prince is recuperating in the side hall, and Fourth Prince is also there..."
His Majesty was somewhat surprised by Feng Zhong's words. He remembered that when he fell into the water last night, several people fell into the water with him. People can't see anything in the water. He only saw someone draw a knife and rush towards him, and someone else blocking his way, but His Majesty couldn't see who it was.
"The fourth prince is injured too?" The Emperor finally opened his eyes.
Feng Zhong said, "I heard he was injured by an assassin, but the subsequent suppression of the remaining rebels aggravated his injuries, and he developed a high fever this morning. He hasn't woken up yet..."
Feng Zhong watched as basins of bloody water were brought out of the side hall, and even he felt a chill run down his spine just looking at them. Now, as he spoke of it, he was still filled with lingering fear.
The Emperor seemed to be deep in thought after hearing this.
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