The little guy is very smart and has a clear understanding of things.
If what Yang Bo said is true, it means that everything they have has always been in the other party's hands.
He was merely an insignificant second son of the Prince of Zhao, hardly worthy of their attention.
Unless the other party is truly focused on the Prince Zhao's Mansion and the Duke Rong's Mansion, their whereabouts are also being monitored.
So why would they pay attention to the Prince Zhao's residence?
Thinking of his father's ambition, Fu Ziyu felt a chill run through his body.
Both master and servant were terrified by their own guesses, their faces turning deathly pale.
When they returned to the mansion and looked at the open gate, they felt as if they were about to enter the jaws of a beast.
The only saving grace is that the person hasn't arrived yet, giving them a few more chances to catch their breath.
"Uncle Yang, how should I behave in front of my great-grandfather?"
The little one was dressed in a rather luxurious outfit. His small hair bun could not be tied with a crown, but instead, it was tied with a ribbon inlaid with jade ornaments.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, no longer frail and sickly, a deep sorrow and unease settled between his brows.
My fingers couldn't help but gently fidget on the table.
No matter how precocious or intelligent someone is, they are still just a child.
I had heard a lot about this great-grandfather when I was a child, but this was the only time I met him.
It was because he coughed at the other party's birthday banquet that his mother hurriedly took him to apologize.
He was only sitting to the left at the time, and he only managed to steal a glance, which was the closest he ever got to that spot.
At the time, he felt that his great-grandfather was indeed as strict and austere as the rumors suggested.
The other person was smiling, and their words were all comforting and caring. They even gave him a gift.
But he just found him particularly terrifying.
He was relieved when his father stopped allowing him to participate in any palace banquets.
At least I won't have to see this great-grandfather who was even more terrifying than my imperial grandfather again.
I never expected that we would meet again even though we've both left the capital.
He met with her alone.
This time, in particular, there's also the Third Imperial Uncle.
He had never met the Third Imperial Uncle, but he had heard rumors about him.
Everyone says that the Third Imperial Uncle is the one most like the Emperor's great-grandfather—ruthless, merciless, and a fearsome figure.
The little guy felt a chill run down his spine and panicked at the thought of meeting both of them at the same time.
"Young Master, just act as usual. Answer His Majesty's questions without hiding anything or making any pretense. His Majesty is wise and insightful and will see through it easily."
After Yang Bo finished speaking, he thought of Yun Zhiyi and worried that the young master might hide something from her.
He continued to patiently persuade her, "Even if you ask about the pills, you must tell the truth. Miss Yun is not a foolish person and knows how to assess the situation. If she really has a way, she may not refuse. This might even be an opportunity for her."
Fu Ziyu simply pursed his lips.
Seeing his stubborn appearance, Uncle Yang couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"Oh my little darling, this is no joke. If His Majesty blames us, not only you, but the Prince's Mansion will also suffer."
Fu Ziyu clenched his sleeves, his mind in turmoil, and could only nod haphazardly.
But he was trying hard to find a compromise.
While master and servant waited anxiously, each day feeling like an eternity.
A servant rushed in to report that someone had arrived.
Fu Ziyu's breath hitched, and his calves trembled slightly as he stood up.
Her face was so pale, almost as pale as when she was sick.
He was unsteady on his feet and was quickly helped by Yang Bo's servant to the gate.
Just as I arrived, the carriage stopped right at the entrance.
Several guards in ordinary clothes disembarked from the carriage and discreetly formed a protective formation around it.
The attendant hurriedly lowered the wooden steps.
The retired emperor stepped out of the car first, his gaze immediately falling on the little one standing at the door, looking a bit dazed.
Perhaps it was to confirm whether there was anything wrong with his body.
His first glance was scrutinizing, his eyes sharpening.
The little guy's face paled even more. Although he tried his best to hold back, his shoulders still trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness.
Upon seeing this, the retired emperor immediately calmed down and put on a smile.
"You must be the second son of the Xiao Er family."
Fu Ziyu was so nervous that his body stiffened and his throat became dry and hoarse. Upon hearing this, he immediately bowed properly.
"This humble one, Fu Ziyu, greets Your Majesty..."
Before he could finish speaking, a dazzling display of light appeared before his eyes, and then his arm was supported by a hand.
"Hey, when you're out and about, there's no need for such formalities."
Fu Ziyu's heart pounded so hard it felt like it would jump out of his chest. He swallowed hard. "Yes, great-grandfather."
The retired emperor smiled and stepped aside, "This is your third uncle."
Fu Ziyu didn't dare to look up, and respectfully greeted him, "Third Uncle."
Then a very cool voice was heard, "Hmm."
Fu Tingchen frowned as he watched his nephew nearly collapse in fright.
But then, thinking of his past situation, she relaxed her brow and added, "You've grown taller in the years I haven't seen you."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ziyu was surprised and looked up at him.
They don't seem to have seen them before.
Seeing his confusion, Fu Tingchen's expression softened a bit. "When I saw you at Xiangyun Temple three years ago, you were just a tiny little thing."
Fu Ziyu was even more surprised.
After thinking about it for a moment, I remembered.
Three years ago, he was diagnosed with intestinal disease, and his mother took him to Xiangyun Temple for treatment.
Unexpectedly, the Third Imperial Uncle was there too, and he even recognized him.
A subtle feeling suddenly arose in the little guy's heart, and he was no longer so scared.
She just didn't know what to say, pursing her lips and looking helpless.
The Emperor Emeritus raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly. "Alright, let's go inside and talk. Don't block the doorway."
The group then went inside and took their seats in the main hall.
The Emperor Emeritus took a sip of tea and, seeing that the man was so nervous that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, spoke first.
"Your third uncle and I came to Lufeng City to try the delicious food of Weimanzhai, but we didn't expect to find you here. We heard you were recuperating here. How are you feeling these days? Are you feeling better?"
Fu Ziyu's breath hitched, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Wei Man Zhai?
They found out, as expected.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Seeing his expression, the Emperor Emeritus narrowed his eyes, a hint of scrutiny creeping into them.
His words were certainly not casual; they were tinged with a probing intent.
However, he suspected that the little guy's improved health might also be related to the food from Wei Man Zhai.
After all, the dishes from Wei Man Zhai do have a warming and nourishing effect on the body when consumed over a long period of time.
He has become closer to Yun Zhiyi again, and now his health has greatly improved.
It's hard not to connect the two.
But the result he received left him bewildered.
Although Princess Zhao suppressed the truth about her son's diagnosis.
But the capital was full of the retired emperor's spies; if he wanted to, nothing could be hidden from him.
Therefore, he knew that his great-grandson had an incurable terminal illness.
Judging from his aura, I knew he was in excellent health.
However, when he secretly checked his pulse, he found that he was not only in excellent health.
The pulse is strong and powerful; although the body is still weak, it does not seem like the pulse of someone with a terminal illness.
This result suggests that either his previous medical history was fabricated or that his condition was false.
Or perhaps his illness has been cured.
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