After Hua Fei was reborn, she became the white moonlight of Pangju

He dared not speak.

Just listen carefully.

"Doctor Wen, why does God punish me like this?"

The emperor asked Wen Shichu with bloodshot eyes, and his gaze slowly fell on Fuhui who was lying unconscious on the bed.

The woman who loved him most in this world is gone.

Now, his favorite child is also seriously ill.

Wen Shichu still didn't dare to look up. He just lay on the ground, swallowing nervously.

With every breath he took, he could hear his own heartbeat.

"Your Majesty, I have already prescribed some heat-clearing medicine for the Eighth Prince. After taking it, the little prince will wake up after a few days of rest. But from now on, you must take good care of yourself."

"Tell me the truth, how long will Fuhui last?"

The emperor once again threw a difficult problem to Wen Shichu.

Wen Shichu knocked his head heavily to the ground.

"One year at most."

The emperor's body swayed and he almost fell down.

Wen Shichu saw the emperor's swaying figure with the help of the light in the room, but he still didn't dare to move.

There was another long, terrifying silence.

This time, Wen Shichu didn't even dare to breathe.

"No third person is allowed to know about this matter. If any word leaks out, the first person I will kill will be you!"

"I will keep my mouth shut!"

Wen Shichu kowtowed again.

"Please kneel down and pay your respects." The emperor waved his hand and asked Wen Shichu to step back.

After that night, the emperor's favor towards the eighth prince Fuhui became even more blatant.

Sometimes he would be brought along when reviewing memorials or meeting with Korean envoys.

In the sixth year of Yongzheng's reign, Fuhui, who had always been cared for, began to fall ill again.

When he was sick before, he could still walk a little, but later on, he couldn’t even walk and could only lie in bed.

After the emperor finished his government affairs, he would accompany him in the evening.

In order to cure Fuhui's illness, he even traveled thousands of miles to Korea to seek medicine.

However, despite such great efforts to find medicine and get all kinds of miraculous elixirs, Fuhui's condition did not improve, but became more and more serious.

The emperor summoned all the imperial doctors in the palace to treat Fuhui, and the results they gave were the same as those of Wen Shichu.

They all told the emperor that it was time to prepare for Fuhui's funeral.

The emperor angrily drove out all the imperial doctors.

A few days later, Fuhui's spirits suddenly improved, and he called the emperor softly.

"Huang Ama."

The emperor was dozing off nearby, but woke up immediately when he heard his voice.

He opened his eyes and saw Fuhui smiling at him, and his complexion looked much better.

He hurriedly grabbed Fuhui's hand and asked, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Fuhui shook his head slightly.

"As long as the Emperor is with me, that's all."

When the emperor heard this, his nose felt sore.

"Father Emperor, I will always be with you, don't be afraid."

"Ok!"

Fuhui's small hand tightly grasped the emperor's hand.

"Father, is my son going to meet my mother soon? What does she look like..."

Fuhui kept on talking, his voice and breath becoming weaker and weaker.

As the emperor listened to Fuhui's questions, his throat became tighter and tighter and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't utter a word.

Just then, Su Peisheng walked in quickly from outside.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Doctor Wen requests to see you!"

"not see!"

The emperor shouted this without even thinking, and Su Peisheng was so scared that he fell to his knees.

"You get out too!"

The emperor was also very unhappy when he saw Su Peisheng standing by.

He is in a bad mood now, and anyone he sees will become a powder keg.

Su Peisheng slowly raised his head and saw that the emperor had a gloomy face, as if a storm was about to break out in the next second.

But thinking of Wen Shichu's words, he still plucked up the courage to speak.

"Your Majesty, Doctor Wen said that the Eighth Prince can be cured."

The emperor was stunned and couldn't believe it.

"Call Dr. Wen over here. I want to hear how he benefits me."

After getting the emperor's consent, Su Peisheng immediately stood up and walked out of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity.

Outside, Wen Shichu was waiting anxiously.

Seeing Su Peisheng coming out, he hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

Su Peisheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded, "It's done."

Wen Shichu smiled with relief, "Great!"

He carried the medicine box and walked quickly into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Your humble servant, I pay my respects to His Majesty."

Wen Shichu bowed his head and knelt, pricked up his ears, and listened to the emperor's movements.

After a while, the emperor's low, cold voice was finally heard in the palace.

"Su Peisheng said, do you have a way to save Fuhui?"

Wen Shichu didn't dare to look up.

"Yes, but the chance is less than 10%, and the Eighth Prince must be taken out of the palace."

The emperor sneered, "Raise your head and speak."

Wen Shichu slowly raised his head and saw the emperor's angry face. He subconsciously avoided his cold and sharp gaze.

"I have heard that there is a folk doctor in Anhui who has the ability to bring the dead back to life. If the Eighth Prince cannot survive this disaster, this method may be worth a try."

"Wen Shichu, are you cursing Fuhui to death?"

"Wei Chen doesn't dare!"

"Someone, take this quack to jail!"

Two guards immediately rushed in and dragged Wen Shichu out.

"Your Majesty, we should try our best to save the dying horse. At least there is a chance of survival!"

"Drag out!"

The emperor stood up angrily and scolded Wen Shichu.

Before being dragged out, Wen Shichu risked his life to say a few words.

Su Peisheng's heart was pounding as he watched Wen Shichu being dragged out.

the next day.

The emperor summoned all the skilled doctors to treat the eighth prince.

The imperial doctors trembled with fear and almost fell to their knees, shouting out their own incompetence.

"Everyone, get out of here!"

"Yes."

When the imperial doctors heard the emperor tell them to get out, they immediately lowered their heads, picked up their medicine boxes, and slipped out of the Yangxin Palace as if they were running for their lives.

In the huge palace, there were only the emperor and Fuhui, who was lying on the bed, breathing out but not breathing in.

"Emperor Father......."

A faint voice sounded.

When the emperor heard this voice, the anger in his eyes gradually subsided.

He sat back down on the bed and gently stroked his son's tender face, fearing to hurt him.

"I will definitely find a way to cure you."

Fuhui held the emperor's hand.

"Father, please don't blame the doctors. It's not their fault... ahem, it's my son's health that's not good enough."

“They are just incompetent!”

"Father, I am afraid..."

When the emperor saw the fear in Fuhui's eyes, he realized that he had frightened him by his anger just now, so he bowed his head and apologized.

"It's the Emperor's fault, Fuhui, don't be afraid."

"Then don't be angry, Father Huang."

"Okay, the Emperor will agree to your request."

"Father, my son is cold..." Fuhui felt his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.

He held the emperor's hand and slid down little by little.

The emperor's heart also sank into the abyss little by little.

"Fuhui, be good and listen to me, don't sleep anymore..."

The child on the bed seemed not to hear anything and lay quietly as if he was asleep.

The emperor held him up with trembling hands, and cold tears slowly slid down his wrinkled face.

"Stop making trouble. Father Huang promises that he won't be angry anymore, okay?"

The child in her arms still did not respond and was very quiet, just as well-behaved and obedient as before.