Beili Imperial Palace, Longlin Hall.
Emperor Beili looked at the man lying on the big bed and wished he could strangle him to death with his own hands. His own son had become like this.
Because of the death of a child, his temperament changed completely.
"Your Majesty." Du Zhong withdrew his hand from Sang Zhi's wrist.
"How about it."
"The Eighth Prince possesses powerful internal energy. It's truly remarkable that he's been able to hold on until now. Now, if his emotions fluctuate, his internal energy could burst through his internal organs at any moment."
"Strong internal strength? How is it compared to you?"
Du Zhong shook his head: "My internal strength is not even half of what the Eighth Prince has."
Emperor Beili was extremely surprised when he heard this: "Who would transfer such powerful internal energy to a child?"
"Rumor has it that there's a secret technique overseas that causes a person's internal energy to rapidly drain. I suspect the person who was transferring the Eighth Prince's internal energy must have been affected by this technique, so I grabbed a container to transfer the internal energy."
"Container? Is there a way to release the internal energy?"
"If he forces it, the Eighth Prince might not survive today. I see that the Eighth Prince has extraordinary perseverance and has survived the bone-eating pain. He should have no problem suppressing his internal energy." Du Zhong still had some admiration for Sang Zhi in his heart.
People who practice martial arts know best the pain of internal force impact. He was able to withstand the impact of a hundred years of internal force at such a young age and survived. This is truly rare in the world.
Emperor Beili frowned. Old Eight had such a strong inner strength. If he grew up in the future, he would be extraordinary.
"Your Majesty." Eunuch Li walked in and bowed.
Emperor Beili looked over and asked: "How is the person?"
"When he was beaten with eighty military sticks, he stopped moving."
"Dead?"
"After being beaten with a hundred military sticks, he looked no different from dead. Dean Chen had him carried back." Eunuch Li said.
"Hmph, it would be better if he were dead. If he's not dead, it's already a good deal for him. Tell the Ministry of Revenue to seal off the General's Mansion tomorrow, and order the government office to send people there tomorrow. Regardless of whether they are dead or alive, they must be expelled from Kyoto City. No one in the General's Mansion is allowed to take anything away." Emperor Beili did not give them any chance to ease up.
"yes."
"And you must quickly go to the Dali Temple and have someone take Concubine Yuan to the border immediately. Send some men to secretly follow along the way and ensure her safety."
He should have left the city three days ago, but the city gates were closed that day. It has been delayed until now, and he is afraid of meeting Marquis Ming and Concubine Yuan.
Eunuch Li's eyes moved: "Yes."
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At night, the general's mansion was brightly lit.
Xiang Minghou's injuries were very serious. Dean Chen used the medicine given by Ye Qianning for internal and external use. The effect of stopping bleeding was very good, but he had a high fever.
"He's in this state, tossing around like this, he won't be able to survive even if he has several lives. Let someone find some softer couches to put on the carriage, so that he can at least take some time off." Qian Fu sent people out of the city to intercept him but they didn't meet him.
I don’t even know which road to take!
"Tomorrow I will go out of the city with Marquis Xiang Ming. I have some medicines left by the little girl and can take care of you." Dean Chen poured a pill from the porcelain bottle, put it into Marquis Xiang Ming's mouth, and asked him to hold it.
Everyone felt even sadder when they heard the little girl's words.
"Gu Shuo said that the dean has news, is it true?" Qian Fu choked.
Dean Chen put away the medicine bottle, took out a piece of rice paper from his sleeve and opened it: "Someone delivered this letter to me this morning."
Qianfu and Zhan Yi leaned over to watch, wondering in their hearts, "What is this?"
“This is a word.”
"Words? They don't look like it."
"It's Ye Qianning's own original font." Qian Fanji's eyes lit up.
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