Chapter 382 Awakening

When the little emperor spoke, the scene fell into silence for a moment.

An imperial physician immediately stepped forward and carefully checked the little emperor's pupils and pulse.

After a moment, he said to An Yunxi and Ling Fengxun with some embarrassment: "Replying to the prince and princess, we and others did find that the emperor had suffered a serious injury on the back of his head and had a large amount of blood clots. We did not expect that the emperor would lose his memory."

An Yunxi was also slightly surprised.

After carefully observing Ling Changyue's condition, it seemed that he really lost his memory.

Ling Changyue did not have such good acting skills. He just came back from the gates of hell and acted to deceive everyone.

"Can the memory be restored?"

An Yunxi raised her eyes and asked the imperial physician for his opinion.

The imperial physician shook his head and said, "I am not sure. Maybe the emperor will recover after his injury heals, or maybe he will never recover."

These words shocked the ministers standing at the door. No

one expected this answer.

What if the emperor loses his memory?

Ling Fengyan walked to the bedside and cast a cold gaze on Ling Changyue's face.

Ling Changyue looked around with a look of fear on his face. He was sweating profusely on his forehead because of the severe pain in his body, but he gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound, fearing that it would cause more harm.

"Who are you? Where is this place?"

Ling Changyue noticed the approaching man. When he saw the face in front of him clearly, the fear in his eyes became more intense. He almost subconsciously looked at An Yunxi with a pleading look, and his expression revealed a very dependent emotion.

Even if he lost his memory, he still felt that he wanted to get close to the woman in front of him. This woman should be someone he is very close to.

Ling Changyue struggled for a few times, and the intense pain from his limbs made his eyes black and he almost fainted again.

After confirming that he could not move at all, Ling Changyue's eyes were full of tears, and then he looked at An Yunxi pitifully with a pleading look.

Then he looked again and said, "Big sister, save me, my body hurts so much."

His face was full of grievance and forbearance, and panic spread in his pupils.

When An Yunxi heard Ling Changyue calling her like this, she got goosebumps for a while, and she almost subconsciously took a step back.

Not only did he lose his memory, but his brain was also broken?

She was a little confused, and for a moment she didn't know how to deal with this situation.

Ling Fengxun raised his eyebrows, and when he was about to get closer, he saw Ling Changyue trying to shrink himself in fear, as if he was looking at a devil who was going to pull out his tendons and skin him.

This movement aggravated the already painful injury again, and he could no longer hold on, and fainted.

Ling Fengyan: "

Is he that scary?

His nephew is really bold. He has become like this, but he still dares to covet his princess!

After the imperial physician checked on the little emperor's condition, he wiped the sweat dripping from his cheeks and said, "Your Highness, the emperor has just woken up from a serious injury. He needs to be well recuperated and his emotions should not be too intense."

Ling Fengyan retracted his gaze: "As long as he doesn't die, it's fine."

At the door, a group of ministers stood on both sides in an orderly manner. The Duke Liu and the Minister of War, who were in the lead, looked at each other, and suddenly all knelt on the ground.

He was the first to speak: "Your Highness, there are more people in the palace who can take care of the emperor, and the environment is better. Why don't we let the old ministers and others escort the emperor back to the palace to recuperate? What do you think?"

Ling Fengxun narrowed his eyes and spoke in a dangerous tone.

"Why, Duke Liu, do you think the environment here is not good?"

The muscles on Duke Liu's face trembled, but he didn't dare to say anything bad about Ling Fengxun.

Looking around at this somewhat desolate courtyard, he could only say against his conscience: "No, Your Highness, this place is quiet and elegant. I just think that Your Highness is busy with affairs, so it would be better to let the people in the palace take care of the emperor."

Ling Fengxun's thin lips curled up a little, as if he could see what these old ministers in the court were thinking.

Although these people never dared to do anything rebellious on the surface, deep down in their hearts, they still wanted to protect the little emperor.

As long as they didn't hinder him and didn't make mistakes, Ling Fengxun didn't care what these people thought.

Anyway, as long as they never dared to take action, it would be fine.

"Since the Duke said so, then this king will hand the emperor over to the Duke."

Duke Liu immediately smiled.

"Thank you for your permission, Your Highness. I will arrange for the staff right away."

He called two servants from outside and asked them to carry the little emperor away and send him back to the palace.

Ling Fengxun did not want Ling Changyue to stay in the palace any longer. Since he was not dead, he should continue to stay in the palace as a puppet.

After clearing the last backup plan left by the late emperor before his death, Ling Changyue's role was only this one.

Duke Liu and a group of ministers said goodbye and left the palace, escorting the emperor back to the palace. The palace finally returned to peace.

Sang Luo came out of the room where he had rested before with two maids, and then with a very friendly smile on his face, he saluted to An Yunxi and the others and said, "My Lord and Princess, it's getting late. I won't stay any longer and will go back first."

He planned to go back to the inn that had been under surveillance.

It was safer to stay back than here.

An Yunxi blinked and smiled, "It seems that the third prince hasn't eaten yet. Do you want to stay and eat before leaving?"

"No, no, Princess, goodbye."

Sang Luo walked towards the gate of the mansion. He

was walking very fast, as if something was chasing him from behind.

Just as he turned a corner, walked through the corridor, and was about to leave the palace, he suddenly saw another carriage coming to the gate of the mansion, and then a woman got out of the carriage.

The girl has a gentle and beautiful face, a pair of eyes like autumn water,

long black hair casually scattered, and a pink dress like a blooming peach blossom.

The woman walked straight over here, and the guard at the door just bowed slightly to her and said respectfully: "Hello Miss Wen, the princess is in the mansion today."

Wen Lingrou nodded slightly, and her every move was filled with the graceful posture of a lady from a noble family.

She asked a maid who followed behind her to carry some things, and walked in hurriedly.

Originally, the two just happened to meet, and it was the first time they met in this life.

But Sang Luo stopped involuntarily, and his eyes seemed to be unable to move away from the face of the woman who was walking towards him.

The two maids behind him were stunned, but did not dare to say anything, just followed their master quietly.

The reason why Wen Lingrou came here at this time was because she heard that something happened in the palace and An Yunxi had left the imperial city.

She had come to help take care of the children many times before, and the gatekeepers were very familiar with her. She

had long been accustomed to visiting. When

she entered the door today, she ran into a stranger. Wen Lingrou immediately became alert and just nodded to the man politely and was about to leave.

But suddenly, she heard a very abrupt voice from behind.

"Girl, please stay."