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The royal family is full of actors, and it's possible that the Eighth Prince is a good actor.
Hua Rong didn't answer the question; instead, he gave a cold laugh.
"You don't need to know whether the Emperor is alright or not. All you need to know is that the one lying in bed now is your own brother who is in trouble."
"What?!"
The Eighth Prince looked at the Ninth Prince as if he had suffered some kind of blow, his lips trembling slightly.
"What...what happened to him?"
Hua Rong looked at the Ninth Prince and recalled that the two of them had been drinking together not long ago, which made her feel a little depressed.
As mortals, it's true that our emotions are somewhat difficult to control.
Hua Rong stood up and said to him, "Immediately have someone prepare hot water, strong liquor, a clean, bright, and well-ventilated room, and also prepare plenty of mugwort!"
"Artemisia... Artemisia!" The Eighth Prince staggered, as if he couldn't accept the word.
Hua Rong's expression was indifferent, no different from those doctors in modern hospitals who were used to seeing life and death.
"Yes, the Ninth Prince has contracted the plague!"
Hua Rong looked down at the Ninth Prince, but her mind was filled with more thoughts.
This sudden plague came without any warning.
Could it be that those people are not even giving us this much time, but instead intend to use this plague to shake the very foundation of the nation?
Hua Rong was a little angry.
That was a really ruthless move!
A sudden chill ran through her as she recalled the old emperor's recent haggard and busy appearance, and an even worse thought crossed her mind.
Could this plague... have already begun to spread throughout the Great Yan?
Hua Rong looked at the Eighth Prince, then glanced at the Ninth Prince.
Which prince could be so ruthless?!
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