Concubine Qin slowly stepped aside, and the scene became chaotic. The emperor ordered the imperial physician to do his best to treat Jun Beiqi and save his life.

At this moment, the wound on Jun Beiqi's back was hideous and blood was constantly flowing out, which made the emperor terrified.

When the imperial physician saw this, his hands couldn't help but tremble. After examining the patient, he quickly said to the emperor, "Your Majesty, the prince's condition is very serious. He must be sent back to the palace as soon as possible. Please ask the director to treat him."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go back to the palace." The emperor said hurriedly, holding the statue of Jun Beiqi's deceased mother in his arms, and hurriedly took the injured and unconscious Jun Beiqi back to the palace.

At this moment in the Prince's Mansion, Lin Zhan was also anxiously waiting for news. Finally, Lang Ya flashed into the room.

"How is it? Was it a success?" Lin Zan raised his head and asked Langya.

Langya replied respectfully, "The prince has been taken back to the palace by the emperor to treat his injuries."

"That's good. It means that the prince still has some status in the emperor's mind. The prince is injured. How serious is his injury?" Lin Zan asked immediately.

Although in the original plan, Lin Zhan intended to let Jun Beiqi get injured, so that the emperor would be full of pity and guilt towards the prince, and he could regain the emperor's favor.

But when Lin Zhan heard that Lang Ya actually smashed the beam directly onto Jun Beiqi, he was shocked and said, "What? The prince must be seriously injured."

"Miss, this is the only true statement. Besides, the more seriously the prince is injured, the more the emperor trusts him." Langya said reasonably.

Lin Zhan looked at him speechlessly. "But if you fail to grasp the measure and smash the prince to death, wouldn't that be equivalent to sentencing me to death as well?"

When he said this, Langya frowned, clearly showing a look of disapproval. "Miss, don't be afraid. If the prince dies, Langya will take you back to the martial arts world and will definitely protect you."

Looking at the Langya in front of him with a stubborn look, Lin Zan rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, not knowing what to say.

At this moment in the palace, basins of blood were taken out from the imperial study. The emperor sat there with a serious and ugly expression on his face. He held a string of rosary beads in his hand and kept twisting them, showing that he was in a very upset mood.

Finally, two hours later, the director came out and said to the emperor, "Your Majesty, as long as the Crown Prince survives tonight, does not have a fever, and his wounds do not worsen, he will be safe."

"What will happen if the prince can't survive tonight?" The emperor immediately stood up and asked with a trembling voice.

The director sighed and shook his head. Although he said nothing, the emperor's body trembled and he took several steps back.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was injured while saving you. It is his honor, and I believe His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is willing to do so." Concubine Qin pretended to be understanding and walked over to support the emperor.

But the emperor clearly didn't appreciate it, he pushed her away and said coldly, "Come here, take Concubine Qin back to the palace."

"Your Majesty." Concubine Qin stamped her feet coquettishly and wanted to say something, but the emperor's personal eunuch had already come over and asked her to return to the palace.

There was no other way, so Concubine Qin had to grit her teeth and return to the palace. The more she thought about this matter, the more she felt something was wrong. She then called her confidant to pass on a message to Jun Beiyu.

Upon learning that Jun Beiqi was seriously injured and unconscious for saving the emperor from the fire, Jun Beiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, wrote a letter, and had someone take it into the palace.

However, this letter was not addressed to Concubine Qin, but was sent to the Imperial Medical Bureau and handed over to Imperial Physician Qin.

Doctor Qin was a spy that Jun Beiyu had managed to insert into the Imperial Medical Service, and this time the time had finally come to use him.

After reading the letter, Doctor Qin quickly burned it, then took out a bottle of medicine powder from the secret compartment, narrowed his eyes slightly, and quietly came to the inner hall where the prince was placed.

"How is the Crown Prince's injury?" Doctor Qin asked the palace maid beside him as if nothing had happened.

The maid said quickly, "The prince has not woken up yet."

Upon hearing that the prince had not woken up yet, a gleam of light flashed in Doctor Qin's eyes, and then he asked the palace maid to take off the white cloth on Jun Beiqi's body.

Seeing the hideous wound on Jun Beiqi's back, even Doctor Qin couldn't help but gasp, then silently took out the medicine he had brought and was about to apply it on Jun Beiqi's body.

At this critical moment, the director of the hospital appeared, frowned slightly, looked at Doctor Qin and said, "Doctor Qin, why are you here?"

As soon as these words came out, Doctor Qin's hands trembled, and he quickly took back the medicine bottle and hid it in his sleeve, then turned to the director and said, "Director, I was sent by the Emperor to take care of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"How come I don't know?" The director looked at him with suspicion. As the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, it was impossible for him not to know that the emperor had sent a new imperial physician to take care of Jun Beiqi.

Doctor Qin shook his hand and said, "I guess the emperor hasn't had time to inform the director yet."

After the words fell, the entire palace became silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere became somewhat solemn.

The director knew the identity of the imperial physician Qin, and remained alert. He then waved his hand and said to the imperial physician Qin, "No need. I will take care of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince here. You can go back. I will talk to the Emperor."

After hearing this, Doctor Qin knew that he couldn't do it today. He gritted his teeth, picked up his medicine box and left.

The hospital director walked over to Jun Beiqi, felt his pulse, and then looked at the wound on his back. Not noticing anything unusual, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it was God's blessing that Jun Beiqi did not have a fever all night, his wounds did not worsen, and he woke up slowly the next morning.

After hearing the news, the emperor hurried to the inner hall. Seeing Jun Beiqi, who was pale and struggling to salute him, he walked over quickly and said, "No need to salute."

"Is father in good health?" Jun Beiqi asked with concern.

This touched the emperor so much that he nodded with relief and said, "With you protecting me, my body is fine. But the injury on your back has gotten better, Prince."

"I'm relieved to know that Your Majesty is fine. I can still bear this minor injury." Jun Beiqi said hurriedly, looking humble.

The emperor was very pleased with this attitude. He comforted him and told him to take good care of his injuries and stay in the palace for the time being.