Upon hearing the words of the Ninth Prince, Feng Nanqi suddenly turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splattered all over the ground.
Eunuch Hongping was terribly worried and cried out in a shrill voice, "Your Majesty!"
Feng Xun frowned deeply: "Father..."
Feng Nanqi gritted his teeth with difficulty, waved his hand, and signaled the two to be quiet.
He looked up at the Ninth Prince and laughed: "The moment you open your mouth, it's like it's been poisoned, extremely poisonous."
"You treacherous dog Yuan Yuan, as expected... as expected, it was only you!"
The Ninth Prince scoffed, "You flatter me."
Even though he's almost dead, he still calls me a "dog thief".
And what about your mouth? How much better can it be?
Feng Nanqi laughed: "Hehe..."
After vomiting blood, Feng Nanqi felt much better.
He waved his hand, signaling Hong Ping, who was supporting him, to let go, before saying in a rough voice, "Yuan Yuan, you're still alive, that's good..."
As he spoke, he slowly looked at Yuan Yao.
Yuan Yao stared at him indifferently, her expression cold and detached.
The young girl, now of marriageable age, is graceful and beautiful, with clear and bright eyes that make her appear lively and clever.
She... is doing very well.
Over the years, Yuan Yuan has taken very good care of her...
Feng Nanqi coughed a few times, his hoarse voice deliberately lowered: "Lately, I keep thinking about things from the past..."
I think, if Ryuzuki were still alive... how wonderful that would be?
If... if Yao'er could be raised by my side, how wonderful that would be?
But today... I've figured it out...
In my whole life, I've done nothing right.
As emperor, he was sickly and did very little for the people of Xiqiu...
As a husband, he favored his concubine over his wife, ultimately causing her death...
When I was a father, I... failed to fulfill even the responsibilities of a father!
Thankfully... thankfully Yao'er wasn't raised by my side!
As he spoke, he coughed again.
The coughing was heart-wrenching, as if it were trying to cough up its lungs.
At this moment, Xie Ning spoke up: "If Your Majesty doesn't mind, may I take your pulse?"
Feng Nanqi finally managed to stop coughing before asking in an even hoarser voice, "And who are you, sir?"
Xie Ning smiled and said, "Xiao Yao'er's uncle, Xie Ning."
"Xie Ning?" Feng Nanqi looked at the person next to Xie Ning: "Then... this person next to him must be Mr. Heyin, right?"
He Yin's clear, gentle eyes gazed at him quietly: "Yes."
Feng Nanqi forced a smile: "It is said that there is a divine doctor named Heyin, whose teacher is unknown, but... he has the ability to heal the dead and restore flesh to bones."
"Mr. Tsuruon... is it true?"
He Yin looked at Feng Nanqi calmly: "A person who is exhausted and dying cannot be saved, even if a great immortal were alive."
I am but a mortal being; how can I heal the dead or restore flesh to bones?
Upon hearing this, Feng Nanqi gave a self-deprecating smile: "Mr. Heyin... is right."
"I'm already lucky to have survived this long with this ailing body; how could I possibly hope to be reborn?"
Tsuruo is not good at making polite remarks.
He looked at Xie Ning and nodded almost imperceptibly.
Xie Ning walked to the dragon bed, rolled up his sleeve with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to Feng Nanqi, smiling gently: "Your Majesty, give me your hand."
Beside him, Eunuch Hong personally moved a stool and placed it next to the dragon bed.
Xie Ning sat down on the stool.
A slender, fair hand, slightly cool, gently touched Feng Nanqi's pulse.
The sleeping quarters were unusually quiet.
All eyes were on Xie Ning's face.
Xie Ning always wore a relaxed smile.
He asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, the sky is clear and the weather is quite nice today. Is there anything you would like to try?"
Food?
Feng Nanqi pondered slowly for a moment, then replied in a hoarse voice, "Okay..."
Upon hearing this, Xie Ning asked with a smile, "Then, shall I have Xiao Yao'er cook you a bowl of milk porridge herself?"
"Milk porridge?" Feng Nanqi slowly turned his head to look at Yuan Yao.
Xie Ning turned around and smiled gently: "Little Yao'er, your uncle thinks that the milk porridge you cooked tastes especially good!"
"Why don't you go and cook a bowl?"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao understood what was going on.
Feng Nanqi... is no longer alive.
Moreover, judging from Xie Ning's words, it seems that it will happen in the next day or two.
Feng Nanqi...
He... truly clung to his last breath, just to see her one last time...
Why bother?
Looking at Feng Nanqi's expectant yet cautious eyes, Yuan Yao breathed a sigh of relief: "Besides milk porridge, would Phoenix like to eat anything else?"
Feng Nanqi's eyes, which had become cloudy from the torment of illness, lit up with a bright light, and he said happily, "No...no need!"
Whatever Yao'er makes, Father will eat!
Yuan Yao nodded.
She looked at the Ninth Prince: "Father, Yao'er will leave for a while."
"Go ahead," the Ninth Prince instructed, "Be careful, the kitchen is full of knives and fire, don't hurt yourself."
Yuan Yao obediently replied, "Father, don't worry, Yao'er will go and come back quickly."
As soon as she finished speaking, Huairou said, "Yao'er, I'll go to the kitchen with you."
Yuan Yao's eyebrows curved into a smile.
The small kitchen in Lanyue Palace has now been reduced to a place for brewing medicine.
Therefore, Huairou took Yuan Yao directly to the palace's kitchen.
Along the way, wherever they went, palace servants bowed and said, "Greetings, Crown Princess..."
Huairou said gently, "No need for formalities, please rise."
The palace servants stood up, and with a surge of courage, curiously sized up Yuan Yao, who was standing beside Huairou.
Many years ago, when Yuan Yao came to Xiqiu, he was still a little dumpling.
Now, she has grown into a graceful young woman with fair skin, beautiful features, and stunning looks.
Although she looked familiar, no one recognized her.
I had a vague feeling that she looked familiar.
But no one thought about it, nor dared to think about it...
On the palace road.
As Yuan Yao walked, she smiled and said, "Sister Huairou, it seems that the palace servants of Xiqiu Imperial Palace all respect and like you very much!"
That's great!
Previously, she had been worried.
Huairou is gentle as water, and her good temper is so good that it's worrying.
Although Feng Xun is the crown prince, he is not the only prince in Xiqiu.
The palace was also a melting pot of good and bad people.
With such a good-natured personality, if someone in Huairou were bullied, they would probably just silently endure it and wouldn't fight back...
fortunately.
Fortunately, things are going well in Huairou.
Huairou smiled sheepishly and said, "Feng Xun treats me well, and when the palace servants see that, they also treat me well."
As she spoke, she unconsciously placed her hand on her slightly protruding belly, a sweet and gentle smile appearing on her face.
Yuan Yao looked at it and couldn't help but laugh along.
Dining room.
As soon as Huairou arrived, he sent the imperial chef away.
Fresh milk, soaked rice, and glutinous rice are all readily available.
Yuan Yao made a round of the kitchen, started cooking the porridge, and then prepared a few other dishes.
Half an hour later, she personally carried the cooked milk porridge and a few side dishes into Lanyue Palace.
She paused for a moment after entering the bedchamber.
During her absence, Feng Nanqi had changed into a bright yellow dragon robe. His full head of frosty hair was meticulously tied up with a jade crown.
He looked full of energy and vitality.
A poignant word inexplicably popped into Yuan Yao's mind—
A final burst of energy before death.
Yes, a final burst of energy before death.
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