But that's a terminal illness. In all the world, the only place that can cure terminal illnesses is probably Medicine King Valley.
Fu Ziyu had been in Lufeng City for a year, while Yun Zhiyi had only been there for a few months.
One person was cured of a terminal illness, and the other possessed ingredients with extremely potent medicinal properties.
This inevitably made him overthink.
Is Fu Ziyu really just here to recuperate?
Why did Yun Zhiyi happen to settle here as well?
Does she have any connection with the Prince Zhao's mansion? And are the things she holds related to the Prince Zhao's mansion?
Thinking deeper, when the case was adjudicated in court, was it a natural progression for Princess Fu'an to purchase the formula, or was it a deliberate arrangement?
The fact that Wei Man Zhai's dishes could cure diseases, and that the news happened to reach him, suggests there might be a deeper meaning behind it.
Things always get complicated when it comes to power struggles and conflicts of interest.
He couldn't help but wonder if someone was trying to take advantage of the mistress.
After all, if he were healthy, he would be the most likely candidate to become the crown prince.
It was perfectly reasonable for the other princes to want to take advantage of his illness and kill him.
Thinking of this, his gaze toward the little guy became even sharper.
Fu Ziyu felt as if he were being pricked by needles, and sweat dripped down his face.
He didn't know whether he should tell Sister Yun about it, but it seemed that his great-grandfather already knew.
Little did he know that his appearance would only fuel more speculation.
When Yang Bo saw the Emperor Emeritus's expression turn cold, he became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet and interrupt.
"Your Majesty, the young master has actually recovered from his illness. The doctor said that he only needs a little more rest to fully recover."
Fu Ziyu's face turned pale.
The Emperor Emeritus raised his eyes and looked at Yang Bo, his expression as gentle as ever, but his eyes were devoid of any emotion.
That glance made Yang Bo's knees buckle, and he almost knelt down.
"Oh? You've recovered completely. That's wonderful! I wonder which doctor treated you. I'll have to reward you handsomely."
Yang Bo's lips trembled as he was about to speak.
Fu Ziyu had already stood up, then knelt down with a thud.
Fu Tingchen frowned and glanced at his grandfather. "Grandfather, you've frightened the child."
The Emperor Emeritus merely squinted at the child kneeling on the ground, whose face was pale with fright but whose eyes held a stubbornness.
Thinking of all the speculations, there was no trace of familial warmth in his eyes.
Even among relatives, there are distinctions of closeness and distance.
He has countless children, even more grandchildren, and his great-grandchildren are even more numerous.
The only one he could truly care about was his third grandson, whom he had raised and taught since childhood.
The two are more like master and apprentice than grandfather and grandson.
Fu Ziyu was able to remember him because his father stood against his third grandson and became increasingly flamboyant after the third grandson was injured.
He always has to keep a close eye on things.
As for feelings, needless to say, there were none at all.
Children are the most sensitive. The fear he felt when he first saw his great-grandfather as a child is still present in his mind because he only perceives indifference from the other person.
Fu Ziyu took a deep breath and clenched his fist.
“Great-grandfather, I know you came here to heal my third uncle’s injuries and illnesses. However, the pills I took may not be suitable for my third uncle. Moreover, such pills are rare. Sister Yun obtained them by chance and gave them to me out of pity. Please do not make things difficult for her.”
The retired emperor and Prince Cheng were both stunned for a moment by his words.
The two looked at him intently and suddenly realized that they had both misunderstood.
The little guy's nervousness and attempt to conceal something didn't seem to be related to the Prince Zhao's residence.
Recalling his words, a hint of astonishment flashed in her eyes.
They had previously guessed that the item in Yun Zhiyi's possession might have come from the Zhao Prince's residence.
Now it's clear that this isn't what they thought.
Fu Ziyu recovered from his illness because Yun Zhiyi gave him a pill.
So the question is, what kind of elixir could have such a powerful effect?
Thinking of the fruits and vegetables in Yun Zhiyi's hands, the Emperor Emeritus's eyes gradually burned with desire.
However, seeing the child's anxious and uneasy appearance, I decided to suppress my emotions and calm down.
"What are you doing? I look so domineering and arrogant. Help your young master up."
Yang Bo was covered in sweat and quickly stepped forward to carefully help the young master up, his hands still trembling.
The Emperor Emeritus looked at his master and servant, who were terrified, like two quails.
“I am not an unreasonable or domineering person. Why don’t you tell me the specifics first, how you met her, why she was willing to give you the pills, and whether she had any ulterior motives?”
Fu Ziyu bit his lip.
Since we've come this far, I have no choice but to tell the truth.
He then carefully recounted how he met Yun Zhiyi and obtained the medicine.
After listening, the grandfather and grandson's expressions changed from surprise to relaxation.
They were certain the child wasn't lying.
Therefore, Yun Zhiyi has no connection with the Prince of Zhao's mansion, and it all seems to be just a coincidence.
But let's put aside whether it's a coincidence or not for now.
Most importantly, Yun Zhiyi not only possesses ingredients with excellent medicinal properties, but also elixirs that can easily cure terminal illnesses!
But if the two were truly just strangers who met by chance, how could it be such a coincidence?
Fu Ziyu's visit for medicine was exactly what he needed.
This only proves two points.
Firstly, that medicine was originally intended for Fu Ziyu.
So the outcome will likely still circle back to the Prince of Zhao's residence.
Secondly, that pill might be able to cure any ailment.
Of course, they all hoped for the second option.
If the elixir wasn't prepared for Fu Ziyu, and the two weren't acquainted, then...
The fact that the other party could give it away so readily out of compassion shows that this medicine was not the only option for her.
The Emperor Emeritus's breathing quickened slightly, and even Fu Tingchen, who was usually indifferent and seemed completely unconcerned about his health, straightened his back a little.
If you can recover and avoid death, who wouldn't want that?
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