Yinzhi sat dejectedly on the ground, staring at the withered yellow grass that was poking out from the cracks in the bricks and stones, and suddenly he couldn't utter a word.
He is twenty-two years old this year and now has only one son, Hongsheng. He feels very sad about him every day, fearing that something unexpected would happen and he would have no descendants.
In the talent show at the beginning of this year, several brothers who had entered the court had new concubines in their backyards, but his backyards were still the same ones he had gotten married with. It was not that his mother did not let him choose, but everyone knew that he could not touch matters between men and women until now.
In other words... Dong E has been a widow since she gave birth to a son.
So much so that every time he sees Fu Jin now, he can't help feeling guilty.
In the past, he often lamented the unfairness of fate, but only now did he realize that the culprit behind all this was his most respected father.
So what does the favoritism of these years mean?
Is he just being sentimental?
Thinking of how proud he was to receive rewards from the palace during every festival, Yinzhi covered his head and face in pain, his body trembling with the ups and downs of his emotions.
Yinreng and Yinzhi looked at each other and sat on both sides of Yinzhi.
"Third brother, everything is..."
Yinzhi opened his mouth to comfort him, but Yinreng glared at him.
Yinzhi immediately shut his mouth again.
The courtyard fell silent again until a guard at the door announced that the head of the Ministry of Works was ready and could set off for Jiuli Mountain.
Yinreng hesitated for a moment, got up from the ground, and reached out to support Yinzhi.
It would be nice to take the third child out for a walk to divert his attention.
Yinzhi followed his force and stood up, but before he could stand firmly, he fell straight back.
"Third brother!"
"Third brother!"
…
Before leaving, Yinzhi fell into a coma, so Yinreng directly handed over the task of surveying Jiuli Mountain to a person with a good reputation.
Then he quickly found the doctor stationed at the construction site to examine Yinzhi.
After learning that Yinzhi was not in danger of life, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and then carefully sent the third son back to the Beile Mansion.
At the same time, he sent someone to the palace to invite the imperial physician.
When she arrived at the Prince's Mansion, the Third Lady was so frightened to hear that Yinzhi was unconscious that her legs and feet became weak.
Fortunately, the imperial physician arrived in time. After taking Yinzhi's pulse, he only said that the Third Prince fainted due to excessive emotional fluctuations. In addition, his body was weak to begin with, so he needed to rest for a long time, preferably about half a year, and he should not be exposed to any major stimulation again.
Upon hearing this diagnosis, Sanfujin couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise.
Excessive mood swings?
I went to the outskirts of the city on business. What could have caused him such great emotional ups and downs?
Dong E looked at Yinreng and Yinzhi suspiciously, trying to find some clues on their faces.
But there was nothing visible on their faces except worry.
While Dong E was brainstorming and all kinds of bad thoughts were popping up in her mind one after another, the imperial physician had already finished giving Yinzhi acupuncture.
Even though Yinzhi was unconscious, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was enduring some torture. If he was not awakened from the nightmare, it would be a huge loss to his energy, blood and spirit.
“Hmm…”
The slight stinging sensation caused by the silver needle piercing the skin made Yinzhi groan uncomfortably, and then he opened his eyes.
"Master, are you okay?"
Dong E hurried forward and asked with concern.
Yinzhi was in a daze for a long time. After seeing his wife's face clearly, the bitterness in his heart surged up again.
He endured the throbbing pain in his head and forced a smile.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
The imperial physician reached out and felt Yinzhi's pulse again, then breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll prescribe a decoction for you, Lord Beile. Take one dose each morning and evening for three days. I'll come back after three days. Remember, no incense can be placed in the room..."
Dong E asked someone to follow the imperial physician to prepare medicine, while she helped Yinzhi sit up, took the tea bowl from the servant, and personally fed Yinzhi a few sips.
Her movements were extremely skillful, and Yinzhi cooperated very well. Yinreng and Yinzhi watched from the side, and inexplicably felt that the two of them standing there were redundant.
When Yinreng was hesitating whether to say goodbye, he saw Yinzhi coaxing Dong E out of the door in a gentle tone.
Soon there were only three brothers left in the room.
After a moment's silence, Yinzhi spoke first.
"Third brother, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in a coma today."
Yinzhi chuckled softly, and then a hint of sarcasm appeared in his narrow eyes.
"Compared to you, big brother, there are others who should apologize."
These words were harsh to the ear, and Yinreng could not help but look up at Yinzhi, only to find that he was staring at him intently.
Yinreng sighed deeply.
"Second brother has kept it a secret from you for so long, he should apologize to you..."
"I'm not talking about you!"
Yinreng was interrupted by Yinzhi halfway through his speech.
His face was very bad, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable resentment.
"If you had told me the truth, I would have become a pile of bones by now!"
Even if the resentment accumulated in his heart did not drive him to the point of exhaustion, his good father would not tolerate a son who resented him living well.
He now even has to thank his second and fourth brothers for keeping it a secret from him, allowing him to survive these years with gratitude.
ha!
How ironic!
The resentment in his tone alone made Yinreng and the other two shudder.
"Third brother, you..."
Yinzhi subconsciously wanted to persuade Yinzhi not to resent his father, but when he saw the protruding blue veins on Yinzhi's forehead, he could not continue the words that were on his lips.
Finally, he sighed.
"You still have Hongsheng, your brother and sister-in-law, and Rong's mother. You can't live in resentment for the rest of your life. It's not worth it."
Yinzhi curled the corners of his lips, feeling the growing fatigue in his body, and did not answer.
He used to be Baturu who could ride a horse and shoot arrows on the training ground. Now he gets out of breath after doing a little more work every day. When the seasons change, he has to take medicine all day long. How could he not feel resentful?
Could it be that the culprit was his father, so he couldn't resent him?
When the two came out of the Prince's Mansion, it was almost evening.
Yinzhi was unhappy and suggested to Yinreng,
"Looking for a drink somewhere?"
Yinreng had no objection.
The two of them wandered around the imperial city and finally resigned themselves to their fate and went to Yinzhi's house.
It's not that they couldn't go to a restaurant, but they were both afraid that they would say something outrageous when they got drunk.
In the front yard of the Prince's Mansion, Yinzhi poured glass of wine into his mouth one after another, and Yinreng accompanied him quietly, with no intention of stopping him at all.
After so many years in the army, Yinzhi had improved his alcohol tolerance, so he drank two jars in a row, but his cheeks were just a little red, and he didn't feel drunk at all.
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