After seeing off the eunuch who delivered the imperial decree at the Fourth Prince's residence, Yinzhen didn't waste a second. When he stepped out of the study, he stumbled because he was walking too fast. Su Peisheng, who was beside him, helped him up and quickly comforted him, "Your Highness, don't worry. Consort Tong is very lucky and will be alright."
It's gotten to the point where we need the imperial physician, how can we not be anxious? Yinzhen frowned and hurriedly instructed, "I will go first. Go to the front courtyard and inform the Fujin (principal wife), then take the imperial physician and accompany the Thirteenth Prince."
"This servant understands."
Su Peisheng gave Quanfu a few instructions and then went to the front yard.
Yinzhen went to the stables, where the guards, having received the news, were already waiting. Six light cavalrymen spurred their horses and hurried to Shicheng.
Nan Yi only had a cold, but Zheng Yong claimed to be seriously ill, which may have been a test of Fourth Master's intentions.
The secret of Shicheng is of great importance, and he must report it. The fact that Nantong was with him will not be kept secret from the people from the capital who are determined to investigate.
It would be better to just be straightforward and expose it directly. If Nan Yi can escape once or twice, she won't lack a third chance.
This time, I can only apologize to her.
He also wanted to see how Fourth Master felt about Nan Yi. If Fourth Master didn't care about Nan Yi, he would definitely take a detour next time he met Nan Yi.
Nan Yi was in a daze all day in the dungeon. She had been drinking bitter medicine for three days, and her breath smelled of Chinese medicine, but she was still dizzy and lightheaded, with a dull headache and her body felt extremely weak.
Later, she didn't want to take the medicine anymore. It had no effect whatsoever, and her mouth tasted bitter. Zheng Yong tried to coax her, but she just wouldn't open her mouth.
"Nan Yi, drink your medicine first. When the imperial physician arrives, we'll ask him to prescribe other medicines for you."
"How could there be a royal physician? Aren't we prisoners?" She was already delirious from her illness, her mind had stopped functioning, but she still remembered how she and Zheng Yong had been framed.
So when Yinzhen broke into the prison and saw the emaciated Nan Yi, his heart clenched, and he held her tightly in his arms.
His agitated emotions had not subsided, and the environment before him made him angry. Yi'er was exceptionally skilled, and after only ten days away, she was now imprisoned.
What happened to her? She was thrown into jail by the officials.
If he finds out who harmed her, he will make sure they are beheaded.
Zheng Yong, who was standing to the side, noticed the sudden burst of anger from the Fourth Prince and quietly took two steps back. It wasn't that he was afraid of the Fourth Prince; he was thinking about something else entirely. He had clearly seen the Fourth Prince's tense expression, which made him suspicious.
Judging from the Fourth Prince's appearance, he must care about Nan Yi a lot. Why does Nan Yi still want to run away? She's perfectly good as a prince's concubine, and she keeps clamoring for freedom. I really don't understand women's minds.
"This servant greets Fourth Prince." Seeing that the Fourth Prince's emotions had calmed down a bit, Zheng Yong stepped forward to bow and reminded the prince of his presence.
Yinzhen pulled Nan Yi closer to his chest, then glanced at the other person in the dungeon, "You are Zheng Yong."
"It is indeed your servant."
Yinzhen held the person in his arms tightly, lowered his eyes and remained silent. He never expected that he would one day see their true colors.
The fact that the Emperor keeps four secret agents around him is known to only a very few people. Indeed, seeing is believing.
The rumors are true; wherever they appear, things never go wrong.
What's wrong with her?
"Reporting to Your Majesty, Consort Tong has caught a cold and has been suffering from it for three days. She has taken a lot of medicine, but she has not gotten better. I am worried that Consort Tong's illness may last too long and cause an accident, so I request Your Majesty to send an imperial physician to treat her."
Upon hearing this, Yinzhen touched Nan Yi's forehead with his hand. He didn't have a high fever, but his body was very cold. Of course, his hand was even colder.
He rushed along the way, not daring to rest, for fear of being late.
Nan Yi shivered and huddled closer to him, clutching his clothes and snuggling against him, muttering, "Zheng Yong, I'm cold."
Yinzhen pursed his thin lips, pulled his cloak over his shoulder and wrapped it around her, then picked Nan Yi up and stood up. His gaze shifted to Zheng Yong. "I will remember you. I owe you a favor. If you ever need anything in the future, you can come to me. The Thirteenth Prince is right behind us. You can talk to the Thirteenth Prince about what happened here. I'll be going now."
Although the task was important, it was not something that could be done in a short time. Nan Yi's illness could not be delayed, and he needed to find a doctor to treat her as soon as possible.
Yinzhen carried the person and hurriedly walked out.
Zheng Yong bowed his head as he saw the man off, saying, "Respectfully seeing off Fourth Master." He slightly raised his head, glancing at Fourth Master's retreating figure out of the corner of his eye, a playful smile playing on his lips.
This master is quite something; knowing his identity, he remains so indifferent, showing no intention whatsoever to win him over or probe his background.
As one of the emperor's most trusted secret agents, no one who knew his identity could remain unmoved.
Although spies are spies, aren't they also the emperor's weathervane?
If we can foresee their next move and take advantage of it, we will have no trouble gaining their favor.
The Fourth Prince's indifference suggests he has victory firmly in his grasp... or is he merely putting on a show? It's important to remember that they are loyal to the Emperor, and they are likely to report any actions of outsiders to him, including those of the princes.
Hmm... I'll meet the Thirteenth Prince later.
Under normal circumstances, Yinzhen might have been tempted, but his concern for Lady Tong's illness prevailed.
The prison cell door was wide open, and a cold wind blew straight in. The guards who were watching the prison had been knocked unconscious by the guards that Yinzhen had brought and thrown into a corner.
"Fourth Master, what should we do next?" a guard asked as he approached.
"Find someone to replace them. There's a prisoner named Zhou Hancheng in the dungeon. Protect him. We'll discuss the rest when the Thirteenth Master arrives."
"twitter."
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The door of an inn in town was knocked open, and the innkeeper came out, startled by the noble and dignified aura of the guest.
Yinzhen tossed a gold ingot to the shopkeeper and ordered him to fetch the best doctor in town. The shopkeeper took the gold, rubbed his eyes, and then, in a daze, put it in his mouth and bit it. Hiss—it really was gold.
When asked for medical advice and medicine, Nan Yi gritted her teeth and refused to drink it no matter what. She was terrified of the medicine Zheng Yong had brought her, which contained an unknown amount of bitter herbs, making her feel so bitter that she almost vomited bile.
She waved her two paws, slapping and hitting, refusing to drink.
"Yi'er, stop fooling around, you'll get better after drinking it."
Nan Yi shook her head with her eyes closed, "I'm not Yi'er, I'm Nan Yi. Don't drink the medicine, it's so bitter."
She frowned, her face looking haggard, and desperately tried to hide her head under the covers.
When Nan Yi fell ill, she was extremely willful. Yinzhen tried to force-feed her medicine, but he was so exhausted that he broke out in a sweat and didn't drink a single drop; instead, the medicine spilled all over him.
Yinzhen reluctantly put down the bowl, stared at the bulge in the quilt on the bed for a long time, and thought, "Very good, she has so much energy, which means her illness is not as serious as Zheng Yong said."
He took a deep breath, pulled her out of the covers, and pinned her restless hands down with his large hands.
Nan Yi was pulled to the edge of the bed, her body pinned down by the man, who fed her the medicine mouth-to-mouth, one mouthful at a time.
"Ugh... Get lost," the bitter taste of the medicine stung her. Nan turned her head away, her eyes half-open, and she paused, her mind clearing for a moment before she murmured, "Fourth Master?"
What kind of ridiculous title is this? It sounds so frivolous.
Yinzhen's face darkened.
"You're here to take me back. I'd rather die than go back," she muttered again.
This time, Yinzhen was not only speechless with anger, but his eyes turned red with rage.
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