Yongzhao fell ill

  Those around thought that although the sixth prince, Yong Yi, had angered the emperor, he hadn't yet lost his imperial favor. The emperor's reaction was probably due to his love for his son, but this time, the sixth prince likely left a shadow in the emperor's heart, and losing favor was only a matter of time.

  Only Ji Xiao Lan had a very meaningful smile on her face, quietly watching Long Yintian's every move. From the events of the past few days, it seemed that the Emperor had indeed changed a lot, and it was likely because of the death of Empress Xiaoxian that the Emperor had changed his temperament.

  But whatever the reason, it's absolutely a good thing that the Emperor can make such a transformation. Even if it's not beneficial to the country or the people, it's still a fortunate event for the Great Qing Empire.

  Yong Yao didn't react for a moment, until the dazzling yellow light filled his eyes, until the faint scent of dragon's saliva filled his nose and mouth, until the soothing warmth enveloped him. Only then did he suddenly realize that he was being held in Long Yintian's arms, and his hands had unknowingly wrapped around Long Yintian's neck.

  "Imperial Mother...", Yong Yu's voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his heart racing with excitement, the joy in his heart almost overflowing from his chest. This was because he had never been so close to his Imperial Mother before, and she had never smiled at him like this. Today's surprise would be etched in his memory forever.

  Long Hui Tian had originally wanted to take this opportunity to scold Yong Yu a few times, but seeing the person in his arms with eyes like those of a small beast, full of misty air, and the dense adoration and infatuation in their eyes, the string in his heart was instantly plucked. He couldn't help but admit that he had softened, and he really couldn't bear to discipline such an adorable Yong Yu anymore.

  Long Hui let out a soft sigh, reached out to gently pat Yong Yao's head and said: "Your legs must be numb from kneeling, I'll have someone send over some medicinal wine later, just get Consort Chun to help you apply it."

  Yong Yao seems to like Long Yintian's way of touching his head, the mist in his eyes quickly disappears, and as he raises a smile, there are two beautiful small dimples on both sides of his mouth.

  He heard Long Yintian say that he would send medicine over, and immediately replied in a soft voice: "Your son will tell his mother."

  Long Hui nodded slightly and let go of Yong Yao, stood up straight and looked at Ji Xiao Lan, then glanced around at the several brothers, saying calmly: "Alright, today's assessment ends here. I'm leaving. You all must sincerely learn from Master Ji, understood?"

  After finishing speaking, Long Yitian directly stepped out of the study and walked away. The others then bowed again: "Your humble subjects bid farewell to Your Majesty."

  As the Emperor walked out of the imperial study, Gao Wu Yong, who had been waiting outside the door, immediately followed him and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, it's time for lunch. Where do you plan to have your meal?"

  Long Hui Tian walked in the direction of A Ge's residence, without looking back, and instructed: "I plan to go see Yong Zhang, let's have lunch there."

  Although Gao Yu had been increasingly unable to fathom the Emperor's thoughts recently, he hastily responded and ordered a small eunuch beside him to go to the Imperial Kitchen to transmit the edict.

  Everyone knows that the slaves in the palace are mostly those who follow the wind and take advantage of the situation. The other day, the third prince Yongzhao was punished by the emperor, so these days must be very difficult for him, and even the pure consort's place must have suffered a lot of grievances.

  Today, the Emperor suddenly wanted to go and see the Third Prince again. Gao Wu Yong didn't say anything out loud, but in his heart he was delighted. After all, that was a proper and legitimate prince, how could he let a slave like him be bullied?

  Walking on the road, Long Hanyan was always thinking about what had just happened in the study room. He wasn't a sentimental person who easily got emotional, but when he hugged Yong Yao, the feeling in his heart couldn't be fake.

  In that case, there is probably only one explanation that makes sense, which is that his soul and this body are very well integrated, so they also inherited the original bloodline of this body, so he will have such delicate feelings for Yongyao.

  In Long Yīn Tiān's view, this was actually a good thing. The higher the degree of fusion between his soul and body, the more sensitive his perception of various organs would be, and the better his control over his body would be. Moreover, his body would also undergo changes due to his soul, and his appearance and aura would become increasingly close to his original form.

  However, there is still a considerable regret in this, that is, the dragon-yu-gong he has been practicing for many years may not be used again. But since there is no dragon-yu-gong to protect his body, he will try to do less things that involve personal danger, after all, he is an emperor, and the chances of encountering danger are really slim.

  Just as he walked to the gate of Nan San Suo, Long Yitian saw Zhao Taichang hurrying out from a distance. He was suddenly filled with doubts, because it was already past the time for checking the pulse for peace and tranquility. 'Could it be that one of my brothers is ill? But no one has reported this matter, perhaps... I am being overly cautious.'

  Zhao Taiyi's eyesight was still good, and from a distance he saw a bright yellow figure, so he hurried over to stand before Long Yintian and bowed: "Your humble servant pays his respects to Your Majesty."

  Long Hanyan looked at Imperial Physician Zhao for a moment, then asked in an tone that was impossible to discern his emotions: "Imperial Physician Zhao, why have you come to the Southern Three Places at this time? Is one of the princes ill?"

  Imperial Physician Zhao was slightly stunned by Long Yitian's words, he had originally thought that the Emperor came to A Ge at this time just to see the still ill Third Imperial Brother, but unexpectedly the Emperor didn't know about it, which made things difficult for him.

  After all, he was just a imperial physician, and he didn't know what twists and turns were behind this matter. If he said something that shouldn't be said, his life would be in danger.

  After a moment's consideration, Imperial Physician Zhao cautiously replied: "Your Majesty, it is the Third Prince who has fallen ill. I have just finished examining him and prescribed a treatment."

  His words only explained that he was indeed here to see San Ge for his illness, and nothing else, being very proper and polite, not offending anyone inside or out.

  Long Hui Tian listened and the expression on his face did not change at all, his tone of voice was still light and could not hear any joy or anger: "How long has Third Brother been ill?"

  "Replying to Your Majesty, the Third Prince has been ill for five or six days already." Zhao Taishi replied truthfully, and since the Third Prince fell ill, he had come over in person every day to help with his diagnosis and pulse-taking. The prescriptions he wrote were all kept on file at the Imperial Hospital, so no matter how things turned out, it couldn't be pinned on him.

  "I understand, you can go down first." After finishing speaking, Long Yintian didn't even wait for Zhao Taishi to bow and bid farewell, but directly bypassed him and walked towards the Western Chamber where Yongzhang lived.

  When they arrived at the gate of Xisuo, Long Yintian directly gave an order without any politeness: "Come on, take all the slaves serving beside Yongzhang out and execute them by caning. Gao Wuyong, you go to supervise the punishment, and come back to report to me after it's done."

  "Hmph." Gao Wu Yong's heart skipped a beat after hearing this, and he hastily responded. He knew that this time, the matter had truly enraged the Emperor, and it was unlikely to be easily settled. This round of executing a few slaves should just be the beginning.

  Long Hui Tian completely ignored those slaves' cries and pleas for mercy, and walked straight into Yongzhao's bedroom.

  Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the house, he saw Yongzhao struggling to get out of bed and kowtowing heavily in front of him, saying weakly: "Your son greets you, Father Emperor, may you be auspicious."

  Looking at Yongzhang's pitiful appearance, Longyue Tian's anger dissipated in an instant. He hastily picked up Yongzhang from the cold ground and quickly walked to the bedside, wanting to put Yongzhang back on the bed.

  Ke Yongzhang, however, tightly hugged Long Yintian's neck and refused to let go. Tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls, and her delicate complexion was flushed with an abnormal red glow due to fever. Her words were slightly incoherent and urgent as she spoke: "Imperial Father, I know I was wrong, please forgive me! I won't dare do it again, please forgive me..."

  Long Hui Tian had no choice but to grab the quilt from the bed and tightly wrapped it around Yongzhang's body. Then, he gently wiped away Yongzhang's tears with his fingers while softly comforting him: "Yongzhang, I'm not angry with you, nor have I ever blamed you. No one is perfect, as long as you can recognize your mistakes and correct them, you'll become wiser from the experience. You're still my beloved son."

  Yongzhang didn't dare to believe that his emperor would say such a thing, so he asked in a low voice with a nervous heart: "Emperor, have you really... forgiven me?"

  Long Hui Tian couldn't help but laugh, it seemed that Yong Zhang didn't understand why he was being punished at all. He was probably only thinking about how afraid he was of being abandoned by Ama and never seeing her again. But as for these things, he hadn't thought them through carefully, it was unclear whether it was because the Empress had protected him too well or if that was just his nature.

  Consoling pats on Yongzhao's back, Long Yitian saw that he had gradually stopped crying, and only then did he open his mouth to ask with deep meaning: "Tell me first where you went wrong?"

  Yongzhao thought hard for a moment before speaking in a weak and listless tone: "Your son was disrespectful to the late empress, violating filial piety, which is why Imperial Father scolded me..."

  Long Hui Tian let out a soft sigh, it seemed that his son was indeed very simple-minded. With this kind of temperament, he had managed to grow up safely in the palace until the age of twelve, which was truly not easy. This was probably all thanks to Chun Fei's efforts, showing that she too was a capable person.

  With a serious tone, Long Yintian pinched Yongzhang's small, rosy face and said: "Yongzhang, I'm only saying this once, you must remember it well. The reason I punished you is that your actions have put yourself in danger. If I don't severely punish you, one day you will be ruined because of this matter, do you understand?"

  Yongzhang never thought that the reason for Longyin Tian's punishment would be this, and even more so, he never thought that such a small matter would have such serious consequences. In his confusion, he didn't know what to say, but one thing he understood clearly was that everything Huang Ama did was for his own good.

  Long Yian also saw that Yongzhang hadn't fully understood, and since he was still running a fever, his brain being slower than usual was normal. So he directly warned him: "In the future when doing things, you must think more carefully, think thrice before acting, after all your identity is different, absolutely cannot do anything that would leave people talking, this point you must remember."

  "The son remembers the emperor's teachings." Yongzhang nodded seriously, and indeed remembered Long Yintian's words in his heart. The previous grievances and resentment had disappeared without a trace.

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