The next day.
On the long streets of the capital.
There are countless street vendors along the roadside.
Mu Ange flicked his folding fan and asked, "Which shop sells masks?"
Chen Xun said, "There's one about a hundred meters ahead."
"Hey, Your Highness, wait for me."
Chen Xun chased after Mu Ange's retreating figure.
Mu Ange looked at the small vendor with a kind and amiable expression.
Chen Xun swore that this was the most harmless version of Third Master he had ever seen.
Mu Ange grinned and asked, "You're the one selling masks?"
The stall owner glanced at Mu Ange, inexplicably feeling that he resembled the legendary plague god. But then he thought, that lord certainly wouldn't ask him questions with such a smile. With that in mind, the small vendor also put on a smile and said eagerly:
"Sir, which one would you like?"
The smile on Mu Ange's lips grew increasingly fake and cold. In an instant, his eyes filled with ferocity as he roared, "I want them all!"
He finished speaking.
He kicked the stall over, scattering masks everywhere, and without a word, he pulled out a short knife from his waist and stabbed forward.
The stall owner was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, shoving his head against the ground and begging, "Sir, spare me! Spare me!"
The stall owner's legs trembled violently, his face was deathly pale, and his crotch was soaked with sweat. He saw the man, wielding a short knife, flash past him and viciously slash the mask on the ground to pieces...
The stall owner was terrified.
He's still chopping.
Chen Xunjue's portrayal of a spoiled brat was a bit over the top.
He's still chopping.
The stall owner gradually got used to it and even began to appreciate his knife skills.
He's still chopping.
Chen Xun began to feel ashamed.
He's still chopping.
a long time.
He sheathed his knife, let out a long breath, reached into his cloth bag, took out some silver, threw it next to the stall owner, and earnestly instructed, "From now on, do something else, don't sell masks anymore!"
The stall owner, holding the silver, nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, whatever you say, sir."
So he cut down ten miles of the ten-mile-long main street in the capital.
In the end, even the Jingzhao Prefecture sent yamen runners to surround and suppress him, and he reluctantly returned to his residence.
Inside the study of the Prince's Mansion.
Chen Xun's face scrunched up: "Third Master, are you in a bad mood?"
He's acting so strangely today, almost like he's lost his mind.
Mu Ange glanced at him, her gaze indifferent: "Get out."
Chen Xun hesitated between going out and not going out, until the Third Master's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he instantly felt refreshed: Yes, that's the expression, it feels good, his prince is back.
With a click, the door closed.
Behind the screen of lush green bamboo, a painting hangs quietly.
On the canvas, a woman's graceful figure, her face veiled by a light gauze, evokes the imagination.
The rising incense smoke lingers in the painting, adding to its ethereal beauty.
Mu Ange stepped around the screen, reached out and touched a corner of the canvas, and murmured, "Impossible, it's impossible for me to have feelings for two people at the same time."
After a long while, he looked up, his dark eyes gazing out the window with a calm expression that seemed to come from deep thought: "So, I don't like either of them."
After thinking for a long time, he finally realized that he had been deceived by the ambiguous atmosphere at the time, which was why he had the illusion that he liked them. If anyone was to blame, it was Feng Qingyuelang, who was unable to control his feelings.
After the initial confusion, he remained clear-headed, though cold-hearted and ungrateful.
It is true now, and it will be true in the future.
Thinking of this.
He yanked the painting down, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into a corner.
He never keeps anything that is useless.
Inside the Yangju Hall.
He Shuhong came to complain again, this time about Mu Ange.
"Your Majesty, the Third Prince Mu Ange is becoming increasingly arrogant and disrespectful. He has been committing violent acts with a knife in the street, leaving the vendors terrified and living in constant fear. How can he be a role model for the royal family, acting so lawlessly and recklessly?"
The emperor rubbed his temples, utterly bewildered as to what Mu Ange had done to offend Lord He, who would constantly impeach him and hurl insults at him whenever he had a spare moment.
"In your opinion, how should I punish him?"
He Shuhong stroked his graying beard, straightened his posture, and was about to speak.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"
Before He Shuhong could utter a single word, a young eunuch stumbled in from outside the hall, looking flustered, and knelt down with a thud.
The emperor frowned: "What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and panicked?"
The young eunuch said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. The Third Prince's residence has sent a letter saying that the Third Prince is seriously ill and requests the imperial physician to come and treat him."
Lord He swallowed back the twenty strokes of the cane that were about to be delivered, his face full of disbelief: Seriously ill? So suddenly?
The emperor was also startled: "Quickly, quickly summon Imperial Physician Wang."
An Ning was slightly taken aback: Seriously ill? How could someone who was perfectly healthy suddenly become seriously ill?
Originally, at Lord He's instigation, the civil officials had already written their memorials impeaching him, but unexpectedly, news came that Mu Ange was seriously ill.
The Three Princes' Palace.
Chen Xun helped the imperial physician into the inner hall, his expression unchanged, but his complexion was very poor.
The imperial physician glanced at Mu Ange, who was propping her head up on the bed and eating grapes, and his lips twitched: Is this what they call a serious illness?
"Your Highness?"
The imperial physician tried calling out.
Chen Xun hurriedly said, "Imperial Physician, my prince has suddenly been struck by an evil wind, losing all five senses, becoming delirious, and often acting mad. Please take a look and see what's wrong with him."
The imperial physician frowned. These symptoms sounded very serious. He muttered to himself, "Loss of all five senses?"
"Ouch, that's so sour."
Suddenly, on the bed, Mu Ange, who had just tasted sour grapes, grinned and gasped, "Take it away, take it away, bring me the oranges."
The imperial physician was stunned: Loss of all five senses? To hell with losing all five senses!
The imperial physician looked at Mu Ange, who was calm and enjoying himself, and then at Chen Xun, who looked worried and as if the prince was about to die. He felt that the two people he was looking at were not the same person at all!
"Imperial Physician, please take a look!"
Chen Xun was still urging him on.
The imperial physician was bewildered.
"Well... Your Highness seems to be in good health."
Mu Ange picked up a small orange with her slender fingers and waved it in front of the imperial physician: "Want some?"
The imperial physician hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, I won't eat."
Mu Ange held the orange in his large palm, kneading it casually: "I am indeed seriously ill. Just leave the royal physician's medical log as is. You know, I have always admired your medical skills."
Physician Wang nodded. In truth, he was able to get a job at the Imperial Hospital entirely thanks to the Prince's help, and he was naturally always grateful for the favor.
"Your Majesty understands."
"I will prescribe some medicine to dispel wind and calm the mind. You can boil it and then discard it."
"Okay, thank you."
Mu Ange looked up at him, her smile as bright as spring sunshine, and said with a smile as she opened her palm, "Have one."
The imperial physician, filled with trepidation, took another one from the plate and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."
The emperor looked at the medical log presented by Physician Wang and found it hard to believe for a moment.
The imperial physician, Wang, looked worried: "Your Majesty, the prince's illness is quite serious; I fear it may be..."
Upon hearing this, the emperor felt that his third son was doomed and hurriedly gave instructions:
"Please, Imperial Physician, do your best."
Imperial Physician Wang bowed deeply, saying, "It is my duty!"
An hour later, the news that Mu Ange was critically ill spread throughout the entire palace.
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