Hesheli let out a deep breath.
The old man is now resting there. Seeing the eunuch's unhurried manner, he knows that he is not seriously injured.
Reason told her she should calm down, ignore this matter for now, finish what she was doing, and deal with it after sunset. Then she needed to inform her son and the others… and make sure they didn't spread the word…
However, since he was someone she had spent half her life with, Hesheli still felt a pang of longing for him and was thinking about going to see him again later…
How could she not worry? When he was leading troops in battle, Hesheli was always living in fear. Now that she was finally safe and sound in the capital, he was still up to no good and caused all sorts of trouble!
He's no longer a young man, and Emperor Kangxi has more than just him by his side. It just so happens that he's from the past, a middle-aged man, and he still has to take risks!
We should have kept him inside the manor and prevented him from running away!
That old man is really something, so careless in his actions. He saved the emperor, but now I'm stuck here living in fear.
Although she harbored resentment in her heart, Hesheli was still relieved that he had not suffered any particularly serious injuries.
She met Jingrou's worried gaze. "Zhuzhu, don't worry too much. We'll go see him together in a bit. Your grandfather will be alright..."
Jingrou nodded.
But she had no idea how much of the points she had used on her grandfather had actually come in handy...
Because those luck points were used on his maternal grandfather, the points were already consumed, but he didn't know exactly how much of an effect they had.
Perhaps the extent to which those things played a role indicated the severity of my grandfather's injuries?
She would have to see her grandfather to find out the extent of his injuries before she could make a judgment... So until then, she was still worried, but no matter what, her grandfather was already injured...
However, it probably does have an effect; this is the confidence she has in the system over the past few years.
If the system's points weren't so useful, she wouldn't be going to such lengths to accumulate points and level up by completing tasks.
“Let’s go see Grandma together…” Jingrou said, clutching the hem of Hesheli’s clothes.
Then she quietly browsed the online store to see if there were any pills that could stop bleeding or promote wound healing.
Although Emperor Kangxi was in the hunting grounds, he was not idle. He first went to the Imperial Guard to check on the current condition of the captured assassin. Even if the man was already half dead, he had to do his best to revive him and pry information out of him.
Let's see who his master is; although the Dzungar Khanate or the White Lotus Sect are certainly involved...
The Dzungars were far from the capital, and their leaders certainly didn't have the meticulous mind to plan this matter more than a decade or even earlier. If you asked them to plant spies in the capital, Emperor Kangxi would certainly believe it.
However, if the matter involved the military, Emperor Kangxi felt that the Dzungars were not capable of such actions…
As for the White Lotus Sect... apart from the Dzungars, this was the sect that Emperor Kangxi hated the most. They had been trying to eradicate it for so many years but had not been able to completely eliminate it. They were incredibly cunning and somehow managed to find a Zhu San Taizi (Prince Zhu the Third) and have him raise that banner, wanting to overthrow their Great Qing Dynasty.
But they are as elusive as rats in a ditch, able to hide and adapt to any situation. They can remain motionless in one place for months on end, until the other side loses patience and leaves.
It is this tenacity that has allowed them to survive for so many years... and they always manage to rise from the ashes. Even the last person suspected of having Ming Dynasty blood was wiped out by the Qing Dynasty, and yet they somehow managed to find another such person from somewhere...
But they were all fools. The people at the top were just using the banner of restoring the Ming Dynasty to expand their own rule, win people's hearts, and try to counterbalance the Qing Dynasty.
As for those below, some were blindly loyal to the Ming Dynasty, while others wanted to gain merit by following the emperor and perhaps obtain a title, or even be ennobled and appointed as prime ministers.
They were nothing more than a bunch of lowly soldiers, and Emperor Kangxi didn't really take them seriously. But if they were the ones who orchestrated this assassination attempt, Emperor Kangxi would truly have to look at them in a new light!
As evening approached, Prince An finally woke up. His medicine had a sleep-inducing effect, so he had slept for a while after being injured. Now that he was awake, he touched his still-painful arm and tried to sit up in bed…
He felt he was mostly fine and struggled to sit up to go back... Unexpectedly, the ointment was quite effective; his arm no longer hurt, and the bleeding had stopped.
He felt lucky! When the sword pierced through, he didn't pay much attention to his own condition, only feeling a graze on his chest. Prince An touched it and found that his chest was indeed bandaged.
"Oh, Prince An, you should rest well. We're still in the hunting grounds. The Emperor is furious because of your injury and is currently interrogating the assassin!" The young apprentice of Liang Jiugong was serving him.
Xiao Fuzi knew that Prince An had performed a great service by saving the Emperor. Although this couldn't be spread outside, the Emperor would definitely reward Prince An.
He had a desire to curry favor, and before Prince An could ask, he told him everything in one go.
Prince An glanced at the sky outside; it was about to get dark. He was still outside, and he wondered if his wife knew.
Xiao Fuzi personally brought a bowl of water and handed it to you. "His Majesty instructed you to stay here and rest to recover. The news from the manor has already been sent over, and the Princess Consort already knows about it. Don't worry, the Princess Consort will come to see you later!"
Prince An's vision went black.
He himself was fine with the injury; he knew his own body well. Although his arm hurt a bit, he felt that his body was fine and he didn't feel particularly weak.
But if his wife found out, with his fiery temper, she would definitely give him a good beating…
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