"That's great." Gu Jue's narrow eyes were full of determination, and he ordered, "Yunzhan, Mochen, let's go back home."

Since the emperor wants to use a show of power to suppress him, don't blame him for not returning the tiger talisman!

Gu Jue climbed onto the horse, squeezed the horse's belly calmly, and rode out first. Yun Zhan and Mo Chen also mounted their horses and followed closely behind.

The sound of horse hooves was crisp and loud, clattering on the bluestone streets of the capital, echoing through the sky.

The Prince Chen's Palace was bestowed by the previous emperor when he was still alive. It is located on Zhuque Street, the most prosperous street in the capital, and is only four or five streets away from the imperial palace.

It has been four years since Gu Jue left the capital, but the palace has senior officials and housekeepers, so he doesn't need to worry too much, and all the affairs in the palace are handled properly.

At this time, the Prince Chen's Mansion, which had been closed for four years, welcomed back its owner.

The red door with sixty-three nails, nine vertically and seven horizontally, was opened wide. The one hundred black-armored soldiers, the palace chief official Si, Dianbao, Jishan, and all the palace servants were waiting in front of the door. They knelt down together and shouted in unison: "Welcome the prince back to the palace."

So many voices are in unison and loud.

The whole street was shaken and filled with noise.

Gu Jue rode his horse into the palace.

Ever since the late emperor bestowed this palace upon him, he actually didn't live here for long, probably only three to five months, and then he went to the north, until today.

To him, the Prince Chen's Mansion seemed familiar yet unfamiliar.

Everything seemed to be the same as I remembered, yet everything seemed completely different.

Gu Jue got off the horse, waved his hand to send everyone away, then led the horse and walked inside. Only Mo Chen and Yun Zhan followed him closely.

Gu Jue personally led his horse to the stable, then walked through the front yard and entered the study.

The study was clean and tidy, obviously having been carefully cleaned, and there was a faint scent of incense in the air.

Gu Jue walked straight to the desk, raised his hand to take off his cloak, but his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Yunzhan stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I will do this for you..."

Yun Zhan's words stopped abruptly, and he was shocked. Only then did he notice that Gu Jue's smooth and plump forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his breathing was a little disordered, as if he was enduring great pain.

Yunzhan didn't say much, and quickly helped Gu Jue take off his cloak. Mo Chen cooperated with him to remove Gu Jue's armor.

The two of them clearly saw that the robe on Gu Jue's back was almost soaked, and the whole person looked like he had been fished out of the water.

It's only March now, and the weather is neither too cold nor too hot, just right, and definitely not too hot.

Yunzhan's face changed drastically, and he blurted out: "My Lord, your injury..."

"No problem." Gu Jue said calmly.

Only he himself knew that his chest had been aching since he entered the side hall of Wuying Palace, and the pain was getting worse and worse.

Gu Jue quickly calmed his breathing, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which formed a sharp contrast with his pale face. He was as calm as a deep pool and a steep mountain, so steady that it seemed as if nothing could move him.

"Your Highness!" Yun Zhan quickly supported Gu Jue and sat down on a rosewood armchair near the window.

Outsiders may think that the prince is enjoying the most prosperous time, but their close confidants know that the Prince Chen’s Palace is actually in a state of turmoil.

The emperor was not only suspicious, but also narrow-minded.

When they were in the north, the imperial court repeatedly obstructed the supply of food, fodder, and soldiers, and they wished that the prince would die at the hands of the Red Di people. Now, if the emperor knew that the prince had such a serious hidden illness, he would probably take the opportunity to seize the prince's military power and put him to death!

Yun Zhan forced himself to calm down and said, "Your Majesty, I will ask someone to find a doctor right away. I heard there are many famous doctors in the capital."

Logically speaking, the imperial physician's medical skills must be more advanced, but how could they dare to let the imperial physician see the prince!

"No need." Gu Jue said lightly, his tone was gentle but carried an unquestionable power.

This was an old injury. He had seen countless famous doctors in the past two years. All of them claimed to have miraculous powers to bring people back to health, but they were all helpless against his injury. Now, he was just dragging on with his life.

He could not die. Once he died, the soldiers under his command would sooner or later be liquidated by the emperor. They did not die at the hands of the Red Di people, and they must not die in the political infighting in the court.

He is the commander of an army. He not only has to ensure the safety of the people in the area, but also has to protect the soldiers under his command who risk their lives to defend the territory of Da Qi.

He had to hold on until they were properly settled.

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After the pain reached its peak, it finally subsided gradually. Gu Jue let go of his right hand that was covering his chest. His narrow eyes were dark, bright, sharp and firm.

Yunzhan looked at the nonchalant Gu Jue, then at the cold Mo Chen, and sighed inwardly: The prince is so careless, and Mo Chen is half dumb, so I can only rely on him. The capital is the capital of the Great Qi Dynasty, there should be a few decent doctors.

Yunzhan was thinking about going out to find out tomorrow.

At this moment, the steward came in from outside and reported: "Your Majesty, General Ming wants to see you."

"Ming Xiyang arrived really quickly." Gu Jue smiled slightly, stood up and said, "Please come in."

Gu Jue first changed out of his sweat-soaked robe and put on a moon-white robe. He suddenly transformed from a heroic soldier into a nobleman from a noble family.

Then, he took Yunzhan and Mo Chen out of the study and went to the Chaohui Hall for guests.

He had just sat down when General Ming Xiyang was brought over. Before he even stepped into the main hall, he could hear his hearty laughter: "Your Majesty, you are finally back!"

Ming Xiyang, dressed in a royal blue brocade robe, strode over the threshold and walked into the main hall, his face flushed and his steps brisk.

"Your humble servant greets His Majesty!" Ming Xiyang knelt on one knee, clasped his fists in salute, his face filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.

"No need to be so polite." Gu Jue raised his hand and said, "Sit down and talk."

Ming Xiyang didn't hesitate and sat down on the armchair at the bottom.

Soon, a servant brought teacups and then quietly left, leaving only four of them in the hall.

Without outsiders around, Ming Xiyang couldn't keep his mouth shut, and said indignantly: "Your Highness, this Fan Wenzhong is really a piece of shit, he spread rumors behind the emperor's back, saying that people in the north only know the prince but not the emperor. Your Highness, you are more powerful than the master, and you don't take the emperor seriously because of your military achievements. If you don't suppress him, he will bite the master sooner or later."

Ming Xiyang is straightforward by nature, and he has no reservations when speaking in front of Gu Jue.

(End of this chapter)