When Shen Yuhan came out of the Yangxin Palace, he bumped into Zhou Shiran.
Zhou Shiran's old face was filled with laughter, but his eyes were somewhat sinister: "Prince Jian'an is really lucky. He was assassinated and still survived."
Hearing this, Shen Yuhan raised his head and looked at Zhou Shiran: "The Prime Minister is lucky, otherwise how could he still be alive."
The two of them almost fell out over the assassination.
Naturally, Shen Yuhan didn't intend to give Zhou Shiran any face.
"I am lucky. King Jian'an is all-powerful, but do you dare to touch me?" Zhou Shiran laughed even more wantonly.
So what if the emperor knew what he was doing behind the scenes?
Now that the emperor favors the imperial concubine, his status as the prime minister has also risen.
At least when the imperial concubine was in favor, the emperor would never take action against him.
Without evidence, we can only let him go.
"The Prime Minister is not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue." Shen Yu said coldly, "It's better to be low-key. Don't ignore everything just because you are favored now. If you are caught, the king will not let the Prime Minister go easily."
"Then let's hope that the prince can finally find something to hold against me." Zhou Shiran smiled faintly. "After all, who can say for sure about this kind of thing?"
After a heated argument, Shen Yuhan and Zhou Shiran left.
Zhou Shiran did not leave the palace directly, but hurried to find the imperial concubine.
Even though he sounded righteous on the surface, he knew in his heart that if Shen Yuhan really wanted to, he would be able to find something to hold against him.
This child must not be kept any longer.
But he currently doesn't have many people available, so he has to ask the imperial concubine to help him think of a solution.
Shen Yuhan hurried out of the palace and rushed to the prince's mansion.
He still had a lot of paperwork to deal with, and now was the time to get it done. The sooner he finished the paperwork, the sooner he could go find Fang Qingyue.
He had just finished processing half of the matter when he felt dizzy and his servants were called out by him to investigate the Prime Minister's assassination attempt on him.
There was no one around, so Shen Yuhan stood up and planned to pour himself a cup of tea.
Unexpectedly, just as he stood up, his body shook and he fell down to the ground with a thud and could not get up again.
When Chi Feng rushed back, he opened the door and found that Shen Yuhan was not there, but the documents on the table were there. He couldn't help but frowned.
Their master is a workaholic. Now that he has finally regained all the power, there is no way he will give it back.
At this time, their master should be busy with the affairs of the Inspectorate.
But, where is their master?
Chi Feng walked around the study three times before he finally found Shen Yuhan, who had been lying on the ground for who knows how long.
When he first touched Shen Yuhan's skin, he was so burned that he retracted his hand. He hurriedly and gently helped Shen Yuhan up and shook him: "Master? Master!"
He helped Shen Yuhan onto the soft couch beside him, then hurried to find the palace doctor.
When the court doctor came over, the study door was wide open, but Shen Yuhan was gone.
"Master?!" Chi Feng was extremely anxious. He led the court doctor to look for Shen Yuhan for a long time before he discovered that Shen Yuhan had woken up at some point and was walking towards the palace gate in a daze.
Chi Feng hurried over and stopped Shen Yuhan: "Master, where are you going? Let the palace doctor treat you."
With such a fever, let alone being an assassin, even a child could easily knock Shen Yuhan down.
He doesn't want anything to happen to Shen Yuhan.
Hearing this, Shen Yuhan shook his head.
He now had a fever and felt dizzy, and his head felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Even with such a simple movement, he still fell heavily down and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Chi Feng was quick-witted, otherwise Shen Yuhan might have been injured again today: "No, I don't want the palace doctor to see me."
"I'm going to Mingyue Clinic." He still retained some rationality and did not directly say Fang Qingyue's name.
But in Chi Feng's opinion, it's almost done.
"Now that you are so sick, I'm afraid you can't delay. Why don't you take two doses of medicine first and go after the fever subsides?" Knowing that Shen Yuhan was now irrational, Chi Feng carefully comforted him.
"No." Shen Yuhan actually lost his temper. "Can't I just go find the doctor I want to see?"
Seeing that he was so unreasonable, Chi Feng was really helpless.
He asked his servants to prepare a carriage, and then he personally took Shen Yuhan to the backyard of the clinic.
When Shen Yuhan asked him to secretly protect Fang Qingyue, he also mentioned the backyard of the clinic.
Fang Qingyue was drying herbs in the backyard at the moment. When she heard the noise outside, she walked over to open the door and happened to meet Chi Feng's eyes.
Seeing Fang Qingyue, Chi Feng didn't move, so Shen Yuhan walked towards Fang Qingyue before him.
He walked unsteadily, and when he came to Fang Qingyue, he hugged her.
"Alas, the prince is sick and has a fever, but he doesn't want to see the palace doctor and only wants to come to see the young lady. Please help the prince to diagnose and treat him." Chi Feng had no choice but to walk over and support Shen Yuhan to prevent him from putting all his strength on Fang Qingyue and crushing her. "If you need anything, just tell me."
Fang Qingyue asked Chi Feng to bring Shen Yuhan to her room and take Shen Yuhan's pulse.
Her delicate brows furrowed, her expression somewhat serious. "His wound was already quite serious, and now he hasn't had a good rest for several days. The wound hasn't healed, and there are signs of a cold infection. This is what caused the fever."
"I need to make him a decoction first, and the medicine on his wound also needs to be changed."
Shen Yuhan's wound was too deep. Even though she had been carefully taking care of it with medicine these days, it still couldn't heal quickly.
Chi Feng said he understood, and after Fang Qingyue brought the medicine, he took over and got the medicine for Fang Qingyue.
Fang Qingyue personally peeled off the gauze on Shen Yuhan's wound, intending to wipe off the original medicine with a clean cloth and replace it with a new one.
Only after removing the gauze did she discover that Shen Yuhan's wound seemed to have been cut again, causing the wound, which had already healed somewhat, to start bleeding again.
A lot of the medicine she had applied previously had been rubbed off, so how could it possibly work?
After figuring out the key, Fang Qingyue couldn't help but pinch Shen Yuhan's waist hard.
In order to get his job back, Shen Yuhan actually resorted to a self-torture tactic!
This wound has been torn repeatedly, and it will be difficult to heal it.
Shen Yuhan seemed not to feel the pain and just gently held her wrist.
He was still unconscious, his face was deeply crimson due to fever. After a while, he seemed to feel safe and gently let go of his hand.
His brows relaxed slightly, as if Fang Qingyue was a reassuring presence.
Fang Qingyue had no other choice but to continue applying medicine to him.
After the medicine was applied, Chi Feng also came with the prepared medicine.
Fang Qingyue personally fed Shen Yuhan the drink, then lay down beside Shen Yuhan and fell into a deep sleep.
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