Although Li Dequan's tone was light, it contained a hint of reprimand.
He was stunned for a moment, then kowtowed repeatedly.
He said in panic, "I dare not. I know I was wrong! Thank you for your reminder, Your Majesty."
The emperor waved his hand, his expression showing no blame, but his tone turned calm: "Go ahead, since he only wants the herbs, then do as he says and give him more Jade Muscle Plaster."
"Also, the Shen family just had twins, a boy and a girl. I have to give them some more substantial rewards."
Upon hearing this, Li Dequan was moved. He quickly stood up and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, what else do you think you should give me?"
The emperor thought for a moment, his eyes gradually becoming profound: "Shen Yuhan has made outstanding contributions, and his descendants deserve due honor."
"I have decided to confer the title of Prince Anping on Lord Shen's eldest son."
Li Dequan shouted: "Your Majesty is wise!"
On the other side, the Shen Mansion was quiet, but Shen Yuhan's heart could not calm down.
Fang Qingyue was still soundly asleep. Although her face was no longer as pale as when she had just given birth, it still lacked much blood color.
She lay quietly on the bed, breathing weakly, as if she was still struggling with her body.
Shen Yuhan sat beside her bed, his brows furrowed, his eyes never leaving Fang Qingyue's face.
He reached out and gently stroked her forehead, feeling her slightly cool body temperature, and his heart ached.
Fang Qingyue has been in a coma for a day. Although she has not shown any critical symptoms for the time being, she has not woken up.
Several imperial physicians have taken turns to examine Fang Qingyue, but none of them can give a clear solution.
Although medication and conditioning continued, the effects were not significant.
At this moment, the air in the delivery room was so heavy that it seemed as if it was suffocating people.
"My Lord, although the princess's pulse is stable, she is physically weak and needs more time to recover."
"If she is treated more carefully, she will definitely wake up." An imperial physician said in a low voice with a cautious tone.
Shen Yuhan's eyes were cold, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his gaze swept across the imperial doctors standing in front of him like a sharp blade.
Everyone lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"Time?" Shen Yuhan's voice was low, filled with suppressed anger.
He slowly stood up, staring sharply at the doctors, and suddenly raised his voice: "You keep saying that it only takes time, but it's almost been a day!"
"Why hasn't she woken up yet? I see you guys have so much free time!"
His anger finally couldn't be suppressed anymore and broke out.
Shen Yuhan has been guarding the border for many years, and his momentum of leading troops in battle is oppressive.
What's more, now I am full of anxiety and have nowhere to vent it, and my anger is as ferocious as a tiger.
His voice echoed in the room, and several doctors lowered their heads.
I didn't dare look him in the eye, cold sweat dripping down my forehead.
"Lord, calm down!"
"The princess has just experienced a great catastrophe, and her internal energy has been greatly depleted."
"We dare not give you any harsh medication, so we can only use mild medication to gradually restore you..."
The older doctor's voice trembled as he explained with gritted teeth.
Shen Yuhan snorted coldly and scolded: "Recover gradually?"
"I think you are incompetent. If anything happens to Qingyue, I will make sure all of you are buried with her!"
His voice was like thunder, and his anger exploded in the dull room.
Several imperial doctors knelt down, trembling and not daring to speak.
Just then, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door.
A servant hurried in, a look of panic on his face, and reported in a low voice: "My Lord, I just received news from the palace that His Majesty has issued an edict."
"Your eldest son will be named Prince Anping. The imperial doctors are already preparing the best jade muscle pills and conditioning medicines, which will be delivered to the Shen Mansion soon."
When Shen Yuhan heard the news, his brows furrowed slightly, and a complex emotion appeared in his eyes.
However, Shen Yuhan did not feel happy at all.
The emperor's generosity in bestowing the title and his indulgence made him feel a little uneasy.
"Prince..."
Shen Yuhan murmured, his eyes flickering slightly.
He suddenly thought of something. Was the emperor's excessive favoritism towards his Shen family a form of flattery?
But for the time being, he didn't have the heart to delve into these complicated thoughts.
Now, the only person he cares about is Fang Qingyue.
Thinking of this, Shen Yuhan suddenly came back to his senses and his eyes returned to their coldness.
He didn't think any more and simply ordered, "Tell Your Majesty that I am grateful for His Majesty's grace."
"But now, Qingyue's health is the most important."
The servant took the order and left, and silence returned to the room.
Afterwards, Shen Yuhan took care of Fang Qingyue personally and never left her side.
He had long since changed out of his military uniform, and now he was just a husband anxiously waiting by his wife's side.
Fang Qingyue's face was still pale. Although her brows were no longer furrowed, she was still soundly asleep.
Shen Yuhan wiped her cheek carefully and gently, worried that any slight force would disturb her sleep.
The room was filled with a faint medicinal aroma. The imperial physicians had been stationed at Marquis Shen's mansion for several days in a row and did not dare to slack off for a moment.
Fang Chiyue also stayed by her sister's bedside, keenly sensing every subtle change in Fang Qingyue.
She changed Fang Qingyue's dressing every half hour and carefully checked the wound.
Fang Chiyue's movements were skillful, and her hand gently stroked the shocking wound on Fang Qingyue's abdomen.
The wound had been carefully bandaged and, though not yet healed, was properly sutured.
My sister was seriously injured this time and needs a long period of recuperation to recover, but what she is most worried about at the moment is when Fang Qingyue will wake up.
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