Exclamations erupted throughout the horse ranch.
Everyone was looking towards the horse racing track...
Yuan Yao's heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.
She struggled to lift her head and look towards the racecourse.
The prince, dressed in a moon-white robe, was dragged along the ground like a rag doll by his horse.
The horse was running like a madman, never stopping...
What was bound to happen has finally happened!
The emperor, veins bulging, roared almost hoarsely, "Save the Crown Prince! Quickly save the Crown Prince!"
However, his voice was drowned out by exclamations.
A chill ran through Yuan Yao's heart as she looked at the Ninth Prince: "Father..."
The Ninth Prince narrowed his eyes and gently patted her: "Be good, don't be afraid."
The next instant, the black figure leaped down from the stands.
The gorgeous skirt fluttered wildly in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, she landed on the horse track.
In his hand, a soft sword gleamed with a chilling light.
He leaped gracefully onto a horse, sword in one hand and reins in the other: "Giddy up..."
The large black horse galloped toward the wildly running chestnut horse.
In the stands, Yuan Yao was so nervous that the hairs on her body almost stood on end.
She even forgot that her eyelids had stopped twitching.
Beside him, the emperor looked at the audience below in a hoarse voice: "Crown Prince..."
Just then, the Ninth Prince, riding his horse, deftly tossed the soft sword from his hand a few meters away from the horse dragging the Crown Prince.
"Bang..."
The sound of flesh hitting the ground echoed in everyone's hearts.
The horse fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and died.
The prince was lying quietly on the ground.
The moon-white robe was stained with a patch of red.
The tip of the soft sword was deeply embedded in the grass, and the blade gleamed with a blood-red light.
"Cheng Ye!"
The emperor gasped in shock and hurriedly descended from the stands.
Behind him, Li Deshan held up the hem of his robe, afraid that he would fall.
People in the other stands also rushed down.
Yuan Yao gritted her teeth, lifted her skirt, and said, "Jing'er, let's go!"
At the edge of the horse racing track, Imperial Guards had already gone to maintain order.
Most people were kept on the outside.
Yuan Yao pushed through the crowd, her short legs carrying her as fast as she could, and ran towards the Crown Prince.
Jing'er followed behind, saying, "Princess, slow down..."
slow?
How can she still slow down?
Panting heavily, Yuan Yao overtook the emperor and ran all the way to the Ninth Prince's side: "Father... how is His Highness the Crown Prince?"
She was a little scared when she was asked this question.
The prince was covered in blood, and even his face had many abrasions.
His robes were already soaked with blood.
His face was so pale, he could barely see any sign of life...
The Ninth Prince, with one knee on the ground, looked up and saw that his little dumpling's eyes were red and almost bleeding.
The Ninth Prince sighed softly.
The emperor also hurried over, saying, "A-Yuan..."
His voice trembled with fear.
The Ninth Prince raised his hand and placed it on the Crown Prince's chest, channeling his inner energy.
After a moment, he shook his head.
His hand, however, did not retract.
Shaking your head?
Yuan Yao's heart tightened.
The emperor trembled.
Li Deshan supported him from behind, saying, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you must hold on!"
The emperor forcefully shook off Li Deshan's hand and squatted down: "Chengye, Chengye, wake up, can you hear my voice?"
At the same time, Huairou, Huaiyao, and others also ran in from outside the horse farm—
"Crown Prince!"
"Brother! Brother, wake up!"
"Brother Crown Prince..."
"..."
A group of people had tears in their eyes.
The Ninth Prince continued to circulate his inner energy, and after a moment, he coldly said, "Bring me a thousand-year-old ginseng."
And also, don't disturb me!
As soon as he finished speaking, the horse farm fell silent.
Everyone else was afraid of the Ninth Prince, and even when they cried, they had to cover their mouths.
Huaiyao cried the most.
She was just short of kneeling beside the crown prince and wailing...
In his frustration, the Ninth Prince raised his eyes and gave her a cold, disdainful look.
Huaiyao: "..."
Huaiyao stopped crying, her eyes bloodshot from holding back her sobs.
The Ninth Prince glanced at Yuan Yao: "Little Yao, call Canfeng here."
Yuan Yao was stunned for a moment, then quickly went to call Can Feng.
Soon, Canfeng arrived.
While channeling his inner energy, the Ninth Prince said to Canfeng, "Protect his heart meridian first."
Canfeng nodded: "Your subordinate obeys."
Canfeng helped the crown prince up, walked around behind him, supported him with one hand, and began to channel his inner energy into him with the other...
A group of imperial physicians arrived late.
One of the imperial physicians held up a long wooden box: "The ginseng has arrived! The ginseng has arrived..."
A slice of ginseng was stuffed into the prince's mouth.
The Nine Thousand Years Old and the Lingering Wind exerted their combined strength.
The imperial physician was chosen to clean the prince's wounds and stop the bleeding.
With each wound cleaned, the imperial physician's expression grew increasingly grim.
Yuan Yao's heart also grew colder.
The Crown Prince ultimately chose such an extreme method.
Falling off a horse...
Dying from a fall from his horse would preserve the dignity of the royal family, maintain his reputation, and, most importantly, free him from his own suffering...
This method is much more dignified than drinking poison or drowning oneself.
No one can stop him from choosing this method.
More importantly, and perhaps forever unknown, the Crown Prince attempted suicide…
If he cannot be saved today, in the future, those who mention him will at most sigh a few times and feel a moment of sympathy...
At least, it's better than being deposed...
However, Yuan Yao looked like she was in a lot of pain.
The emperor, his voice hoarse, asked the imperial physician, "How is the crown prince's injury?"
The imperial physician treating the wounds stopped and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's leg... is broken, several ribs are broken, and his hand is dislocated..."
The emperor's forehead veins bulged: "Cure him! Cure him for me! Use any method you have to cure the crown prince!"
If you fail to save the Crown Prince, I will kill you all!
The imperial physician was drenched in cold sweat, trembling with fear, but dared not say a word.
The Ninth Prince coldly replied, "It's good enough that the person can be saved."
Upon hearing this, the emperor restrained himself somewhat.
Yuan Yao walked to the Ninth Prince's side: "Father, the Crown Prince, he..."
The Ninth Prince looked up at him and said, "I will do my best."
Yuan Yao nodded.
She knelt silently to one side, looking at the Crown Prince with regret and heartache.
Outside the meadow, crowds thronged.
Everyone was looking this way, waiting for news.
The group of boys who had raced horses with the crown prince all knelt on the spot, waiting to be punished by the emperor...
The Empress and Consort Lin were helped over by palace maids.
Upon seeing the Crown Prince lying on the ground, the Empress's eyes immediately reddened. She looked at Consort Lin, hesitant to speak.
Consort Lin's eyes were slightly red, and she pursed her lips as she walked to the Crown Prince's side.
Upon seeing her, Huaiyao couldn't hold back and burst into tears: "Mother..."
Consort Lin clenched her fingers and coldly rebuked, "What are you crying for? What's there to cry about? The Crown Prince isn't dead yet!"
Huaiyao bit her lip tightly.
Consort Lin clenched her fists tightly and said to the imperial physician who was carefully cleaning the Crown Prince's wounds, "Make way, I'll do it."
The imperial physician, holding medicine and gauze, said, "Your Highness, His Highness the Crown Prince is covered in blood..."
Consort Lin suppressed her trembling voice and said coldly, "My son, do you think I'm afraid of his blood?"
The imperial physician had no choice but to step aside.
Consort Lin knelt on the ground and took the Crown Prince's pale and weak hand: "I have taught you for many years, is this how you repay me?"
Jiang Chengye, you piece of trash…
Tears streamed down her face.
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