Thinking about Yun Shao's situation earlier, Zhao Jingyi felt increasingly uneasy. For a man to be able to extricate himself under such circumstances, there was probably only one possibility: he was impotent!
She had heard that some eunuchs in the palace were impotent and extremely cruel. Some powerful eunuchs even formed relationships with palace maids and tortured them every night to vent their pent-up anger.
Zhao Jingyi carefully recalled the Third Prince's behavior and became more and more convinced that her guess was correct.
This is impossible! This won't do!
If the Third Prince is impotent, how could she conceive a royal heir?
wrong!
If the Third Prince is impotent, how could he possibly ascend to that position?
Zhao Jingyi felt a chill run down her spine. She had planned for this day for so long, and it couldn't end like this.
No, no, the imperial physicians in the palace will definitely be able to cure the Third Prince's illness. With the Imperial Concubine in charge, she will never let the Third Prince become a useless person.
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In early December, Yunqi was blanketed in snow, and the plum blossoms outside Su Ruojin's courtyard began to bloom.
She opened the window early in the morning, and the fragrance of plum blossoms mixed with the scent of snow rushed into the room. Although it was a bit chilly, it instantly woke her up.
Su Ruojin went to Zhao Tingyi's room and, as usual, fed him medicine and administered acupuncture.
In the past few days, Zhao Tingyi has been able to sit up and eat, but his eyes are still somewhat vacant, he doesn't speak, and he doesn't recognize people.
Just as Su Ruojin finished her needlework and was about to leave, she suddenly heard a hoarse voice, "Who...are you?"
Su Ruojin paused, turned to look at Zhao Tingyi on the bed, and saw him looking at her with his head turned to the side.
Su Ruojin was overjoyed and rushed over to check Zhao Tingyi's pulse again, and then examined his eyelids.
Zhao Tingyi's eyes were clearly moving, and he even tried to raise his hand to push Su Ruojin's hand away.
Having been lying in bed for a long time, he didn't have much strength in his limbs. He could only barely lift his hand, which limply rested on Su Ruojin's forearm before sliding down again, without any power.
"Don't... touch... me..." Zhao Tingyi's voice was weak and feeble.
Seeing him like this, Su Ruojin finally felt relieved.
Very good!
My cousin is awake!
It seems that the five needles only paralyzed his brain and did not actually damage it, which is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
As long as my cousin can speak, the rest is just a matter of time, and he has no other health problems, so he can recover quickly.
Splash!
The sound of something breaking came from the doorway.
Su Ruojin was startled and turned around to see Zhao Jingning staring blankly at Zhao Tingyi, her eyes full of tears. The bowl she was holding fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces, spilling soup all over the floor.
"Brother... Brother, you're awake?"
Upon seeing her, Zhao Tingyi spoke with some fortitude, "Ning...er..."
Zhao Jingning could no longer control herself. She rushed to the bedside, hugged Zhao Tingyi tightly, and burst into tears, "Brother, brother, you're finally awake, brother..."
Su Ruojin stood up and gave her seat to the brother and sister.
During this time, whenever Zhao Jingning had free time, she would come to Zhao Tingyi's room and tell him stories from her childhood. After she finished telling the stories, she would find storybooks to read to him.
Zhao Tingyi's recovery was largely thanks to Zhao Jingning.
Zhao Tingyi raised his hand and gently stroked Zhao Jingning's face, "Don't... cry..."
Zhao Jingning raised her head and wiped away her tears. "Okay, don't cry, I won't cry. Brother, I'll go tell Grandpa right now. Grandpa will be very happy."
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