novelaction Chapter 314
Chapter 314
"Little Zhu, how do you know she's shedding tears of sorrow and not tears of excitement?"Emperor Mingxi's hand, which had reached out to gently pat his beloved concubine's back, suddenly froze. The weeping beauty before him had tears brimming in her eyes, threatening to fall.
"Your Majesty, what happened today terrified me and the Eighth Highness to death."
Following the words of the Eighth Prince's biological mother, Concubine Qing, the slightly pale-faced Eighth Prince, Xie Zhilian, nodded in cooperation. His chubby little hands tugged at Emperor Mingxi's sleeve, his face full of attachment and adoration.
"Father Emperor, I saw the assassins who attacked Fourth Brother. They were so scary!"
Yue Fuguang cast a complicated look at Xie Zhilian. She didn't want to comment much on this Eighth Prince with his complex personality right now.
However, Seventh Brother Xie and the Eighth Princess standing next to him kept looking into the hall, clearly genuinely concerned about the Fourth Prince's condition.
Emperor Mingxi's mood visibly improved as he looked at the circle of children. He said, "Rest assured, my children, your Fourth Brother will be fine."
Who knew that as soon as Emperor Mingxi's words fell, a slap to the face would arrive.
A young eunuch was seen running out of the inner hall in a panic. Upon seeing the Emperor, he cried out mournfully, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Imperial Physician Sun says the Fourth Prince... the Fourth Prince is not going to make it!"
Hearing that the Fourth Prince was dying, the expressions of the people in the hall varied. The only constant was Yue Fuguang, who was still nibbling on the pastries Eunuch Qian had specially prepared for her.
It was already mealtime, and seeing that they wouldn't be able to leave anytime soon, she had to quickly fill her stomach.
"System, when will you stop consuming my energy?"
[Host, that will have to wait until the system is fully recovered or we unbind.]
The system had no choice either. Its operation inherently consumed a bit of the host's energy. Furthermore, with two systems running, both upgraded to level four, wouldn't it drain the host even more!
Pastries like these could only trick the mouth; they could no longer satisfy Yue Fuguang's energy consumption.
Yue Fuguang secretly popped a Fasting Pill into her mouth. The longan-sized pill did not taste as good as it looked.
She couldn't help but complain inwardly: Do the pill cultivators in the cultivation world not eat these things themselves? They only care about efficacy; has no one ever thought of improving the taste?
Watching Emperor Mingxi and his group taking the lead to walk inside, Yue Fuguang remained seated.
Seeing that Yue Fuguang didn't go in, Feng Tang and the others also stopped in their tracks.
Seeing Feng Tang, Yue Fuguang suddenly remembered her young study companion and asked, "Lord Feng, is Feng Xiu's health better?"
Hearing Yue Fuguang ask about his second son, the corners of Feng Tang's mouth had just curled into a smile when he thought of the situation inside right now. He immediately put on a serious face and replied in a low voice, "Thank you for your concern, Junior Preceptor. That boy ate the pastries you sent, and in his joy, he fully recovered in less than two days. He will be able to attend school tomorrow."
Yue Fuguang nodded. "It wouldn't hurt to let him rest for a couple more days. Wu Yunmiao and the others have taken notes for him, so his studies won't be delayed."
Wu Yong also chimed in, "The Junior Preceptor is right. My Little Four and Miss Bao take an extra set of notes for Brother Xiu every day. Lord Feng doesn't need to worry about his coursework."
[Master, in the original timeline, it seems Feng Xiu didn't survive this illness and passed away.]
"Of my three newly added study companions, two died in childhood, and one didn't even live past twenty. Adding my two older sisters, the five of them combined didn't even live to be a hundred years old!"
Feng Tang and Wu Yong exchanged a glance. One as a father and the other as an older brother, they felt both sorrow and relief in their hearts.
Regardless of what the original fate was, with the appearance of the Junior Preceptor in this life, whether it was the Great Yan dynasty or their personal destinies, things were bound to be different!
"Little Zhu, help me find some prescriptions for treating cold ailments that can be made here, like Cinnamon Twig Decoction, Ephedra Decoction, and Schizonepeta and Saposhnikovia Toxin-Defeating Powder."
Sun Huajing, who had just walked out from inside, heard these medicine names head-on. Cinnamon Twig Decoction... does it contain cinnamon?
Currently, cinnamon was only used as a spice; no physician had yet used it as a medicinal herb.
Sun Huajing then thought of the latter two medicine names and couldn't help but speculate on the ingredients of the prescriptions. To treat a cold, schizonepeta, saposhnikovia, and angelica root must surely be included...
Seeing him lost in thought, Wei Ping and the others couldn't help but ask, "Imperial Physician Sun, how are things inside?"
Wei Ping's words interrupted his train of thought. Catching sight of Yue Fuguang, who was also looking at him, Sun Huajing immediately gathered his wits and bowed to Yue Fuguang and the others. "Junior Preceptor, My Lords, the Fourth Prince's condition is not optimistic."
The implication was that he wouldn't make it past today.
As soon as his words fell, Emperor Mingxi walked out with a group of people, looking grief-stricken.
His eyes were red, and a teardrop still hung at the corner of his eye.
Looking as if he were overly heartbroken but forcing himself to hold on, he said, "Imperial Physician Sun, you all keep a close watch on the Fourth Prince."
He turned to Yue Fuguang and the others and said, "Fuguang, come with Us to see Little Nine."
To see if he was really dead.
After the incident where the Prince of Qi substituted one thing for another, he could never be completely at ease.
The group had not walked far from the main hall when they heard the hall doors behind them suddenly close.
Yue Fuguang, along with the others, couldn't help but turn around to look. Who was so bold? The Emperor had just stepped out, and someone couldn't wait to shut the doors. What was the meaning of this?
These weren't the palace gates that needed to be shut tight. With the current lighting conditions, even if a few windows in the hall used glass, shutting the doors would make it dark inside!
Just as these thoughts arose, Yue Fuguang heard the system's notification sound in her ear: [Master, there are assassins!]
At the same time, the defensive shield around her instantly activated.
Meanwhile, over twenty assassins dressed as eunuchs and court ladies suddenly charged at them from all directions.
Their eyes were fierce and full of hatred, showing a readiness to fight to the death. Rather than assassins, they were more like death squads.
"Protect His Majesty!" Xie Zhiyan shouted, drawing the sword from his waist and blocking the front of the Emperor and Empress.
At this moment, he even found the time to glance at Yue Fuguang standing beside him. He took another step forward, positioning himself perfectly to shield her, the Emperor, and the Empress.
By now, the crowd had reacted, and the guards surrounded Emperor Mingxi in the center.
The concubines, princes, and princesses were also tightly encircled by the guards. Because there were too many people to protect, there were too few left to fight the assassins.
Feng Tang, Wei Ping, and the others exchanged glances and faced the armed assassins barehanded.
They had only used protecting the Emperor as an excuse; who knew it would actually come true!
Who was the jinx that brought it up first?
[Is the Emperor competent or not? With so many people harboring disloyal intentions on his own turf, he actually didn't know!
Isn't he afraid of being slaughtered in his sleep in the middle of the night!]
Emperor Mingxi, surrounded in the middle, also felt wronged. To lure out all the hidden fish, he had refrained from taking action against some people.
He even used himself as bait. Unfortunately, despite all his calculations, he didn't anticipate that they would strike in the Pingnan Palace.
At this moment, most of his guards were outside the palace gates.
Looking at the bolted gates, the crowd exchanged glances, and the protective circle slowly pushed outward.