Parents are busy farming

Thinking of this, Ye Zifen felt as if her heart was being pressed down by a heavy stone, so heavy that it made her breathless.

Her originally beautiful eyebrows were now tightly locked together, forming a deep groove, and her worry was evident in her expression.

Along the way, Ye Zifen walked hurriedly, not even stopping for a moment. She had only one thought in her mind - to get to the emperor's palace as soon as possible.

Finally, after a lot of running around, she arrived in front of the palace.

However, the moment she stepped into the palace, the scene before her made her gasp.

In the middle of the hall, kneeling, the second prince looked terrified and tearful.

Beside him, there were several cold corpses lying in a mess.

Although Ye Zifen didn't know who these people were, with her keen intuition and understanding of the palace situation, she could guess with a little thought that the second prince's eldest son might be among them.

Faced with such a bloody and horrifying scene, Ye Zifen did not dare to hesitate or slack off for a moment. She quickly knelt on her knees and saluted the emperor quickly and respectfully.

Of course, when she was performing the kneeling ceremony, she was careful to avoid the shocking bloodstains on the ground.

Because one of them actually slit his own throat, and blood gushed out, staining the ground scarlet.

At this time, the emperor was sitting upright on the dragon throne, his face solemn, his brows furrowed, and sparks of anger flashing in his eyes, as if they could erupt with raging flames at any time.

However, when his eyes fell on Ye Zifen who had just stood up, his expression eased a little, and then he asked with concern: "Ye Zifen, what's wrong with your arm?"

Hearing the emperor's question, Ye Zifen did not dare to hide anything and answered truthfully: "Your Majesty, I was at the Hong family last night. I felt that it was late and the atmosphere around was quite unusual, so I did not return to Princess Fuxia's mansion. During the fight, I was scratched twice."

After saying this, she lowered her head slightly, waiting for the emperor's further instructions.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the solemn and dignified hall was extremely heavy.

Master Hong and Master Hong II were sitting on both sides of the hall, originally thinking about something with solemn expressions.

However, when those words reached their ears, they raised their heads instantly as if they were electrocuted, and their eyes were all directed at Ye Zifen who was standing in the middle.

At the same time, their eyes involuntarily fell on Ye Zifen's injured arm.

The emperor asked with concern, "How is the Hong family doing now? Is the old master of the Hong family in good health?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Zifen hurriedly replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, everything is fine in the Hong family. It's just that no one slept last night. When I was leaving, I tried my best to persuade them to rest early. But Lord Hong and others were worried and did not return home. They must still be worried about Your Majesty, the affairs in the palace, and the two adults present!"

After hearing this, Master Hong and Uncle Hong finally felt relieved.

However, despite knowing that everything was fine at home, they still felt a little guilty.

Especially when Ye Zifen described these situations in detail, they began to worry whether their elderly parents at home could withstand such a hardship.

After all, I am old, and if I make any mistake the consequences would be disastrous!

Thinking of this, Master Hong Da and Master Hong Er couldn't help but look at each other, with deep worry in their eyes.

And there is my old wife at home!

The emperor sat upright on the magnificent and majestic dragon throne, his posture upright and dignified, his expression solemn and majestic.

His deep and sharp eyes, flashing cold light like cold stars, slowly scanned everyone in the hall.

When his gaze finally settled on Ye Zifen, the corners of the emperor's mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible hint of relief.

The emperor said in a loud and steady voice: "Fuxia, you have done a good job in protecting the Hong family this time. I am deeply relieved. Old Master Hong has worked diligently for our Great Xia all his life. It is a blessing for our dynasty!"

Before he finished speaking, the emperor's voice had already echoed in the spacious hall, lingering for a long time.

However, just when everyone was still immersed in the emperor's praise for Ye Zifen, the emperor suddenly changed the subject, and his originally gentle expression instantly became extremely cold.

His angry eyes, like two bolts of lightning, shot straight at the Second Prince who was now lying on the ground.

The second prince looked extremely haggard, and his former spirited look had disappeared without a trace, as if he had aged dozens of years overnight.

His lifeless eyes stared blankly ahead, without a trace of life.

The emperor could not help but snort when he saw this, his tone full of disappointment and anger: "Hmph, look at this good-for-nothing! He didn't teach his children well on weekdays, but he raised such an unfilial person! It really makes me feel sad!"

Following the emperor's angry rebuke, the entire hall fell into deathly silence, and no one dared to speak.

At the same time, people's eyes turned to the second prince's eldest son lying beside him.

This young man, who was only in his twenties, has now turned into a cold corpse.

He lay there quietly, his once vibrant life came to an abrupt end, which made people feel regretful.

The emperor frowned slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he spoke again: "Ye Zifen, go to the side hall immediately and ask the imperial physician to check your injured arm. Also, go and see how seriously General Zhang Gaoyi is injured."

Upon hearing the order, Ye Zifen did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately bowed and said, "As you wish!"

Then he turned around and walked quickly towards the side hall.

As soon as I stepped into the side hall, a strong smell of medicine hit my nose.

Ye Zifen looked carefully and saw Zhang Gaoyi lying quietly on the hospital bed in a coma.

His face, which used to be strong and majestic, was now as pale as paper, without any blood; his breathing was also very weak, as if it could stop at any time.

Ye Zifen was seen moving lightly and slowly approaching the bed.

She leaned over slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhang Gaoyi who was lying on top, her expression focused and concerned.

After consulting the imperial physician, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Zhang Gaoyi was not actually seriously injured. He was just losing too much blood and was too weak, which caused him to fall into a coma.

The external injuries have been bandaged now, but the body has been overdrawn too much.

The problem before him was that the bowl of boiled medicine could not be fed into Zhang Gaoyi's mouth smoothly no matter what.