Forced to Ascend the Throne after Transmigrating

Seeing that the child closed his eyes after he finished speaking, Emperor Jingwen and the Imperial Concubine immediately panicked.

“No sleeping! I order you not to sleep, do you hear me?!”

“Shuo’er, Shuo’er, don’t sleep. Open your eyes and look at your mother, okay?”

Wu Yi, who was standing next to him, was struck by lightning when he saw this scene.

I seem to have…really killed the little prince…

Wu Yi lowered his head and looked at his hands, his mind went blank.

Emperor Jingwen was stunned at first, as if he couldn’t react to the scene before him. He gasped uncontrollably twice and then became furious: “Where’s the imperial physician? Why hasn’t the imperial physician arrived yet?”

The gray-haired imperial physician was caught by Su Yue and rushed over breathlessly. Coincidentally, he just happened to hear crying and shouting coming from the side hall. He was caught off guard and his heart skipped a beat.

It’s over, judging from the noise, could the little prince be dead?

This, this, this… It has only been less than two incense sticks since the people from Qiuwu Palace came to invite us. Even if it is a high fever, it can’t be so fast, right? ?

Could it be poisoning, or something else?

At this moment, the Imperial Physician thought a lot and even began to wonder if he had been accidentally involved in the struggle in the harem. In an instant, he even thought about how to escape and save his life.

What should I do?

Crying out in pain in his heart, under the pressure of the emperor and the imperial concubine’s eyes, the imperial physician nervously felt the little prince’s pulse.

After a moment, the imperial physician was stunned.

……Eh??

It doesn’t seem to be a big deal.

The little prince’s pulse was strong, proving that he was in good health. But seeing how nervous the emperor and the imperial concubine were, and the imperial concubine’s eyes were now swollen from crying, the imperial physician felt that things were not that simple.

No, no, no, look at it again.

To be on the safe side, the imperial physician examined the patient several times.

But what he didn’t know was that, because his expression was too serious (he suspected that it was a harem struggle) and his brows were furrowed (he really couldn’t tell anything else and had some doubts about his true level), even Emperor Jingwen couldn’t hold it back, his brows were tightened, and he looked shocked and angry.

Finally, under the almost desperate gaze of the imperial concubine, the imperial physician gave his own judgment very cautiously: “Your Majesty, her Highness, the little prince has caught a cold, and his high fever hadn’t gone away.”

Then what?

Just gone? ?

After waiting for a long time, there was still no follow-up. Finally, the emperor was the first to react: “If that’s the case, then why is Shuo’er still unconscious?”

This……

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The Imperial Physician cupped his hands, hesitated for a while, and then answered: “He is not unconscious. The little prince must be too tired, so he went to bed early. The little prince is young and has a weak resistance. He falls asleep much faster than adults due to his physical condition.”

As for children, they may even be talking one moment and fall asleep the next moment when they turn around. This is perfectly normal.

Emperor Jingwen: “…”

Imperial Concubine: “…”

The Sixth Prince: “…”

It turns out that when he said sleepy, he really meant sleepy in the literal sense…

Wu Yi on the side breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though his youngest son was still sick, for some reason, Emperor Jingwen still wanted to pull him out of bed and give him a good beating.

Can’t you just say it clearly?!

Turning his head, out of sight, out of mind, Emperor Jingwen asked again: “The weather has been fine in recent days, how come the little prince got caught in the wind?”

Wu Yi seemed to have remembered something, and spoke with some difficulty: “Your Majesty, there seems to be a wind vent behind the rockery where the little prince and I stayed this afternoon.”

It’s not too far from Qiuwu Palace, and it’s a good place Ye Shuo recently discovered. Anyway, with Wu Yi following him, he can go anywhere in the palace.

The rockery was designed with a hole, and the breeze blew through it, making it very cool. Midsummer had just passed, and the autumn heat was prevalent. Ye Shuo was so afraid of heat that he didn’t think too much about it at the time.

Even Wu Yi didn’t take it seriously. After all, in his opinion, such a small breeze was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth. What’s more, if it hadn’t blown his hair up, Wu Yi wouldn’t even feel that there was any wind there.

Unexpectedly, such a small negligence caused the little prince to suddenly have a fever at night.

Wu Yi suddenly had a better understanding of the fragility of children.

Wu Yi, who had fought in the midst of swords and sabers and treated injuries as a common occurrence and had been seriously injured and on the verge of death several times, realized belatedly that a little bit of wind could take the life of a child.

It’s indeed him!

After hearing this, the imperial concubine couldn’t help but glared at Wu Yi fiercely like a knife.

Upon seeing this, Wu Yi lowered his head in silence.

But in fact, it had nothing to do with the wind. After all, it was not the first day that Ye Shuo stayed there. It was just inexplicable and a coincidence.

If you look for excuses after something happens, you will always find them.

The Imperial Physician did not delve into the matter further. He stroked his beard and directly concluded: “That’s it. Children are fragile and cannot withstand the wind.”

Thinking of the rumors in the palace, the imperial physician said, “My lord, don’t push too hard on everything. The little prince is still young and is in the period of growth. He must not be overworked. Reading and writing are important, but if you continue like this for a long time, it may damage his foundation.”

It is now widely rumored that the Emperor assigned the secret guard to the little prince, and that the secret guard stared at the little prince almost non-stop for twelve hours. Then the imperial physician who had never seen the little prince in person actually believed this nonsense.

So in the final analysis, it is still my own problem.

Perhaps he was really too harsh on his youngest son.

Emperor Jingwen remained silent and played with the beads faster.

Wu Yi vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he really couldn’t find it, so gradually, he agreed with what the imperial physician said.

Although the little prince’s pulse is strong, as the imperial physician, the Imperial Physician never likes to make promises. Everyone in the palace is extremely cautious.

Therefore, the imperial physician said: “Although the little prince is not seriously ill at the moment, if the high fever does not subside in the second half of the night, he will still be in great danger.”

Even though the little prince is in good condition now and the possibility of the temperature rising further in the second half of the night is not great, I still have to make it clear in advance, right?

“Well, I understand. Go get the medicine.”

Emperor Jingwen waved his hand absentmindedly at the imperial physician and said nothing more.

Now that he had finished looking at the scene and there was nothing else to do, Wang Ziquan thought that the Emperor was probably about to leave, and he was about to give orders to have the carriage prepared.

Who would have thought that Emperor Jingwen would simply stay in Qiuwu Palace!

Wang Ziquan was shocked.

You know, except for the crown prince, other princes have never had such an honor.

But in fact, this is not a special honor. The main reason is that the previous children’s illnesses had basically nothing to do with Emperor Jingwen. Ye Shuo is the first prince who fell ill because of Emperor Jingwen’s decision, so naturally it is different.

If he hadn’t given such an order, the child wouldn’t have behaved like this.

Thinking of this, Emperor Jingwen couldn’t help feeling guilty.

The imperial concubine was guarding the side hall, and since the morning court would begin in an hour or two, Emperor Jingwen had to at least have a rest.

It was natural for them to enter the main hall of Qiuwu Palace. After Wang Ziquan had directed the palace servants to tidy up everything, he suddenly heard these words:

“Wang Ziquan, tell me, is this really my fault?”

Wang Ziquan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

How should he answer this question?

Fortunately, Emperor Jingwen did not seem to want an answer from him, and after this sentence, he did not mention it again.

But just this one sentence was enough to scare Wang Ziquan.

Even if the emperor really made mistakes, they were all other people’s faults. Since the emperor said so, it shows how deeply shocked he was at the moment.

Others didn’t know, how could Emperor Jingwen not know?

The youngest son almost couldn’t be born because of him, and he almost died after he was born because of him. Now he is seriously ill because of him.

After a long time, Emperor Jingwen slowly closed his eyes.

The next morning, Ye Shuo was still asleep when Emperor Jingwen went to court. When he left the court, he naturally headed towards Qiuwu Palace.

The second prince frowned subconsciously when he saw this. He always felt that his father seemed to care too much about his younger brother. He suddenly wanted to see who his little younger brother was and why he could make his father so worried.

In the past one or two years, the palace has been filled with rumors about this little prince, which are even bigger than the one caused by the imperial concubine before.

But thinking that he was not familiar with this little prince, who was ill, and might get into trouble if something happened, the Second Prince gave up after thinking about it.

Let’s leave it for now and talk about this matter later.

The crown prince didn’t have so many concerns. After the court session, he walked together with Emperor Jingwen: “Father, are you going to Qiuwu Palace to visit my little brother? That’s great. I plan to go with you.”

Emperor Jingwen naturally would not refuse.

At this time, Ye Shuo’s temperature had dropped. The imperial concubine could not bear it any longer, and went to sleep in the main hall after the nanny’s repeated urging.

Reaching out to touch his youngest son’s forehead, he found that it was not so hot anymore, and Emperor Jingwen couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Only at this moment did he have time to look at Wu Yi, who had also been guarding all night.

Wu Yi’s heart tightened, but he had no intention of resisting, and immediately knelt down obediently: “I am guilty, please punish me, Your Majesty.”

He was indeed guilty. After all, Emperor Jingwen had only asked him to watch over the little prince and not let him go astray, but he had not asked him to keep an eye on him for 12 hours.

It was because he pushed too hard and used too much force that his youngest son fell ill.

“Wu Yi, in that case, you can do it yourself–“

Ye Shuo vaguely heard the quarrel around him again. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wu Yi kneeling there, ready to be punished. He was immediately shocked and sat up to plead for him without thinking: “Father, wait a moment!”

Regardless of his dry and hoarse throat, Ye Shuo hurriedly said: “This matter has nothing to do with Wu Yi. This son accidentally caught a cold, so…”

“Ahem…”

Halfway through his words, Ye Shuo couldn’t bear it anymore and started coughing violently.

Seeing this, Emperor Jingwen couldn’t help but stepped forward to help him, and habitually patted his back with his other hand: “Slow down, slow down, lie down quickly, the fever has finally subsided, what if you catch a cold again?”

Noticing that his stepfather’s tone was exceptionally gentle, Ye Shuo felt as if he had seen a ghost, his heart filled with fear.

Is this really his father? Has he really not been replaced by someone else? ? ?

Later, Ye Shuo discovered that something even more terrifying was yet to come.

Wu looked up subconsciously, then froze.

He thought that the little prince would hate him after suffering such a great crime, but in the end, he was not angry at all…

Wu Yi couldn’t help but feel even more guilty: “Your Highness, this is my fault alone. Your Highness, you don’t have to beg for mercy. I am willing to accept the punishment.”

Even though he treated the little prince like this, he was willing to forgive him.

Wu Yi turned his eyes away, not daring to look at him again. Then Wu Yi couldn’t help but kowtow to Emperor Jingwen again.

Seeing Wu Yi’s guilty expression, which looked like he wanted to commit suicide to apologize, Ye Shuo couldn’t help but take a breath.

Hiss–

Help, my conscience hurts!