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After an unknown amount of time, she finally woke up and saw the familiar room. Slowly sitting up, just then, Yun Cheng pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing her sitting up, he placed what he was holding on the table, walked over a few steps, and then stared at her, asking, "How do you feel?"
Mu Junqi stared at him blankly, as if she couldn't believe her eyes. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke, "You... you have been here all along?"
"Of course. You were so ill; if it weren't for me, you would have met the King of Hell long ago. Come on, eat something. I just bought this at the market," Yun Cheng said with a smile, then went to the table to bring over the items.
Mu Junqi watched this scene in disbelief, staring at him as if trying to discern something. Yun Cheng naturally noticed her gaze but pretended not to know. He began to unwrap the food bit by bit, and the aroma instantly filled the air.
She couldn't help but look down and saw that it was her favorite Walnut Crisp and Vegetable Porridge. Just then, her stomach growled, making her feel a bit embarrassed as she lowered her head. She took what he handed her and took a small bite; the familiar taste flooded her mouth, and tears streamed down her face.
At that moment, she didn't know whether to feel wronged or touched; she could only eat slowly through her tears. Since entering the Cold Palace, he had never appeared. She had originally thought that he still held some place for her in his heart, but now it seemed that all of this was just her own foolishness.
Yun Cheng silently watched her with eyes full of tenderness. If she had looked up, she would have seen the reluctance slowly filling his gaze. After she finished all the food, she finally looked up and apologetically said, "I'm sorry for troubling you during this time. But don't you worry about the Imperial Forest Army discovering this?"
"You underestimate me too much. But during this time, you should worry about your own health. How do you feel now?"
Mu Junqi gently nodded and then looked up at him, saying, "I originally thought I was doomed this time, but I didn't expect to meet you. Perhaps surviving a great disaster brings good fortune; I believe one day I will leave here. When that time comes, no matter what request you have, as long as I can do it, I will definitely agree."
Yun Cheng looked at the sincere Mu Junqi; a flash of hurt crossed his eyes while he smiled and said, "Then when that time comes, if I ask you to betray Mo Xiao Li to help me with Nanyang, would you do it?"
Mu Junqi fell silent instead, avoiding his gaze slightly. He quickly smiled again and said, "Don't worry; if Nanyang were to attack your Western Yan, I certainly wouldn't use such underhanded methods. I will lead my brother and thousands of troops across Western Yan for a true battle between men."
Mu Junqi no longer spoke and leaned against the bed curtain. Seeing this, Yun Cheng stood up and looked at her saying, "If you want to save your child, take action soon. No matter what your request is, I will fulfill it because no one else can do this except you."
Mu Junqi looked up and asked, "Why are you helping me so much? Perhaps you think I've forgotten, but it was you who attacked me outside the city three years ago. If you were concerned for my life, then why didn't you kill me back then? Now you're helping me at every turn. I hope you can tell me your true intentions!"
Yun Cheng merely chuckled, glanced deeply at her, and turned to leave. The Cold Palace returned to its usual silence, and with no one else around, Mu Junqi lay back down, her mind replaying his words. Perhaps this opportunity could indeed be used to her advantage.
...
After several days of heavy snowfall, the entire inner palace was blanketed in white. It looked like a vast expanse of snow, and the palace was quieter than usual; no one wanted to go outside except for the occasional passing eunuchs and maids.
At this moment, however, Yunxi Palace was not as quiet as usual. Several imperial physicians were crowded inside, and despite it being winter, beads of sweat were forming on their foreheads as they furrowed their brows helplessly while looking at the Little Prince lying in bed. Consort Xi stood nearby, wiping her tears with a handkerchief, her face filled with anxiety.
Suddenly, the door curtain was lifted, and a eunuch entered, kneeling on the ground. Consort Xi hurriedly asked, "Where is the Emperor? Has he arrived?"
"In response to Consort Xi, the Emperor is on his way," the eunuch quickly replied.
Consort Xi let out a sigh of relief, patting her chest as she looked at the Little Prince in bed. He had started running a high fever since this morning and had not opened his eyes; she had no idea what was wrong.
Before long, Mo Xiao Li rushed in, his cloak covered in snowflakes. Consort Xi quickly approached him, taking the cloak he offered with teary eyes and anxiously said, "Your Majesty, you have come! The Consort is almost scared to death."
Mo Xiao Li remained silent, frowning as he walked over to the Little Prince. The physicians hurriedly knelt and saluted him. They reached out to check the boy's forehead and found it burning hot; despite having applied cool water to him, it had done little good. Turning around coldly, he said, "How have you been taking care of the Little Prince? How could he have gotten this sick before you noticed?"
Consort Xi was the first to kneel down, wiping her tears as she said, "Yes, it's all my fault for being careless. I hope Your Majesty will punish me!"
The others followed suit and knelt down. At that moment, Xia Ziqian appeared outside the hall. Everyone looked up, and Consort Xi quickly said, "Your Majesty, Lord Xia has arrived; there is hope for the Little Prince!"
Xia Ziqian entered silently and respectfully said, "I have arrived late." He then walked over and looked at Mo Xiao Li.
Seeing this, Mo Xiao Li did not speak but shifted slightly to the side. Xia Ziqian stepped forward to check a few times, then reached out to touch Little Prince's wrist. Everyone held their breath, watching closely, and after a moment, he released it and took a step back, saying, "Little Prince has only caught a chill, likely due to the recent bad weather. However, Little Prince is still quite young and cannot take medicine. If Nursemaid takes the medicine and excessively gives it to Little Prince while breastfeeding, then his life can be saved. But if that happens, the recovery time will be prolonged. If the fever continues, he may become a fool."
Mo Xiao Li could hardly believe her ears; her most cherished child had ended up like this. "Is there really no other way?"
Xia Ziqian remained silent for a long time before finally cupping his hands and saying, "Actually, there is an ancient remedy that might save Little Prince, but..."
"But what? Just say it; as long as it can save Little Prince, anything will do," Mo Xiao Li hurriedly replied.
Only then did Xia Ziqian nod and respectfully say, "It requires mixing the blood of the parents together with coriander and ginger slices to brew it, then applying it to his forehead to quickly reduce the fever."
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