Chapter 447 Nuanyu Becomes Suspicious
When the silver needle was pulled out of the peony fruit cake, there was nothing on it. The little prince couldn't wait to pick it up and eat it.
Du Zhihuan breathed a sigh of relief. The medicine was colorless and odorless, so it naturally could not be detected.
Seeing the little prince eating happily, Du Zhihuan's heart, which had been at ease, began to lift again.
Will the little prince have a sudden reaction after eating the tampered peony fruit cake?
The little prince's eyes were shining as he ate the peony fruit cake in a few big mouthfuls.
"Father, Mother, it's delicious, please try it."
The little prince took out two peony fruit cakes from the food box and handed them to the emperor and Concubine Qing respectively.
Concubine Qing took a sip and put it down. Seeing Xiao Yanli take a second piece, she hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, this is a dessert after all. No matter how delicious it is, just taste it briefly. Put it in the ice cellar and refrigerate it and enjoy it slowly."
Seeing that there were only two and a half pieces left, Xiao Yanli looked at the little prince smacking his lips, pursed his lips, and decided to leave them for his son to eat slowly.
"Miss Song, please show it to the little prince."
Du Zhihuan pinched his pulse and subconsciously turned her head to meet Xiao Chengqian's gaze.
Du Zhihuan listened carefully to the pulse in just a moment.
After a moment, he pinched the little prince's other wrist.
"Your Majesty, the little prince is recovering well. He no longer needs to drink the medicine after finishing it. He needs to adjust his daily diet. If you continue to take good care of the little prince, he will only get better."
Xiao Yanli said with a pleasant expression: "Then Miss Song, please quickly prescribe the meal recipe."
Du Zhihuan thought her handwriting might be exposed, "Your Majesty, I fell asleep on the couch when I returned to the city today, and my arm is sore now. Could you please let my cousin Guanchen write for me?"
Got a stiff neck?
Mu Jingxing and Jiang Guanchen looked at Du Zhihuan's arm at the same time, with a hint of concern in their eyes.
Without waiting for the emperor to speak, Jiang Guanchen took the pen on the table before Mu Jingxing and said, "Cousin, what do you say..."
"Let me write it!" Xiao Chengqian snatched the pen from him, "Don't fight with me."
Xiao Yanli raised his eyebrows. Gan'er seemed to be paying more and more attention to Miss Song.
Xiao Chengqian quickly wrote down the prescription Du Zhihuan had mentioned and handed it to Wang Gui.
"Miss Song," Concubine Qing said, "Quickly check the emperor's pulse."
"I'm in good health. I'll be fine if I don't stay up late." Xiao Yanli looked at Xiao Chengqian, "Hurry back home. Your grandparents are back. They must be anxiously waiting for you. You all should go back."
"Your humble servant/disciple takes his leave."
Du Zhihuan bowed and retreated to the door. She looked up at the little prince who looked as usual and felt relieved.
"Your Majesty, Song Yu can no longer treat Yu'er, nor can she deliver food to the palace."
Xiao Hongyu became anxious when he heard this. "Mother, you don't have to see the doctor, but you still have to send me food. Sister Song cooks delicious food, and the food she cooks will whet my appetite."
Concubine Qing looked at Xiao Hongyu with a serious face and said earnestly, "Yu'er, trouble comes from the mouth, and disease comes from the mouth! The imperial kitchen will make it for you. The peony fruit cake they make is almost as good as Song Yu's. Anyway, now that her marriage to Prince Xiao is confirmed, she can no longer eat the food she cooks."
Xiao Hongyu knew what his mother was worried about, and he felt that Song Yu was not that kind of person.
"...Then let's find Sister Song a new fiancé and let her marry my father's grandson. Then the eldest princess won't have to worry about not finding a daughter-in-law. Let Cheng Qian continue to marry Du Zhihuan, and I can also enjoy the food Sister Song cooks. Wouldn't that be the best of all, mother?"
Concubine Qing glanced at Xiao Yanli, who was smiling beside her. "Your mother's words don't count, and neither does your father. Song Yu and Cheng Qian's marriage was arranged when your second aunt and Old Madam Du were still in the boudoir. So Du Zhihuan can't marry into Prince Rong's mansion either. Besides, the Jiang family wouldn't agree."
Prince Rong's Mansion
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince has returned from the palace and went directly to the Golden Sparrow Tower."
Xiao Hongyi hurriedly got up and ran after him. Just as he reached the outer courtyard of Jinque Tower, he heard Gu Yining's joyful voice, "Godson, you were still a baby when I saw you last time. Now you've grown up so much, and your handsome appearance is more like your mother."
Gu Yining looked up at her eldest grandson, her eyes narrowed with laughter, but she was not very happy in her heart.
Thinking of her godson's cold expression towards her in the dream, she felt a chill in her heart.
Is it because you didn’t raise the child that you are not close to him?
"Grandma, you look even more kind and gentle than your portrait does, and you still look very young. Other old ladies have a few white hairs on their heads, but you don't have a single one. Is this because you traveled with Grandpa by your side?"
Gu Yining smiled and said, "That might be the reason, but it's mainly about maintenance. When you get married, I'll tell Yu about the maintenance methods. When she reaches my age, she will definitely look younger than me."
"Mother." Xiao Hongyi came in. "Just try to trick the child. You and the king raised our son, got him married, and had grandchildren. Then you just let go of everything. Not worrying about anything makes you look younger."
Gu Yining coaxed him, "I won't go out this time. I'll stay at home to help you take care of your youngest son. You and Tangtang should keep up the good work and give birth to a few more sons for us to take care of!"
"Goodbye, mother. Tangtang and I are still thinking of going out to travel. I'll leave this heavy responsibility to my son." Xiao Hongyi patted Xiao Chengqian, "You won't worry your grandparents, will you?"
Xiao Chengqian's face flushed with shame, "Father, it's too early for me. The marriage agreement has to wait until Sister Yu is in mourning. This matter still depends on you, Father."
"Father, Queen Mother, speaking of mourning, Song Mingen is Yu's adopted father, and her biological father is Du Henian. If you are anxious to have a great-grandson, there is no need for Yu to mourn for him. Song Mingen loves her very much, and I think he wants Yu to get married soon."
Gu Yining frowned slightly. His son didn't want Yu girl to observe mourning. Did he want to rebel sooner?
"Since he's my adoptive father, he's still my father. Naturally, I have to observe three years of mourning. Tangtang will give birth to a grandson for me in a few months. I haven't even raised a grandson yet, so why rush to embrace my great-grandson?"
"That's right. We're not in a hurry to have great-grandchildren," Xiao Yanxu said. "We have few male descendants in the royal bloodline. If you can have more sons now, please give birth to more. If I had known earlier, I would have urged you to have more sons for the past 18 years. I might have seven or eight grandchildren by now."
Xiao Yanxu tilted his head to look at Xiao Chengqian, "Godson, work hard for the next three years and focus on your future. When you get married in three years, we'll have to urge you to have more sons. Cherish these three years of good time, otherwise, don't be upset when we urge you."
Xiao Chengqian: "Grandfather, don't worry. I promise to give you two more great-grandchildren."
Xiao Yanxu smiled and said, "Okay, okay, then let's go to the Du Mansion tomorrow to finalize your marriage with Yu."
"Father," Xiao Hongyi said anxiously, "Miss Yu has classes tomorrow. Can we go to the Du Mansion to discuss the marriage the day after tomorrow?"
Xiao Yanxu looked at Gu Yining, "Ningning, what do you think?"
Gu Yining nodded: "Then let's do it the day after tomorrow. Arrange someone to pass the message to the Du Mansion. Godson, you are tired from the journey, go back and rest first, and come back for dinner."
After the father and son took their leave, they went to Xiao Hongyi's study.
"Godson, are you sure it wasn't Song Yu but Huanhuan who entered the palace?"
"It's Huanhuan." Xiao Chengqian stepped closer and lowered his voice. "The Emperor didn't even let Huanhuan check Ping'an's pulse. He's already prescribed that dietary prescription for the little prince. In eight days, he'll be seriously ill, beyond medical help."
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