Rebirth on the wedding night, being doted on by the scumbag elder brother

The eunuch changed the subject: "That's great. Since His Majesty the Seventh Prince is unwell, let the imperial doctors treat him after he enters the palace!"

"Yes." The guard agreed.

The eunuch nodded and said in a shrill voice, "Okay, I will go back and report immediately. Please make sure that His Highness the Seventh Prince enters the palace on time."

"Yes, yes!" The guards escorted the eunuch out the door.

It was not until the afternoon that Baili Yan reluctantly opened his eyes. He felt as if his whole body was on fire and his stomach was churning.

He groaned softly, his face turned pale, and he shouted, "Bring me some water!"

The guard immediately brought a large bowl of water to him. After drinking the cold water, Baili Yan felt a little relieved.

The guard looked at him and said, "Your Highness, the eunuch from the palace came this morning."

Baili Yan looked up and asked, "In the palace? What's going on?"

He was drunk last night and didn't know anything about what happened. The guard told him everything the eunuch said.

After hearing this, Baili Yan's eyes flashed with doubt: "Blood collection? It's just a blood collection. I'll go tomorrow."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to go back to his room to rest. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, his body became stiff, and he turned to look at the guard.

"What did you say? The palace wants to draw blood?"

The emperor suddenly ordered all members of the royal family to have their blood drawn, which made Baili Yan feel heartbroken.

His face turned pale instantly, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily. Why would the emperor make such a request at this time?

If blood was really to be drawn, the secret that he was not of royal blood would be revealed.

Could it be that my father already knew the truth? This thought made Baili Yan's heart seem to be doused with ice water, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing this, the guard asked with concern: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to see a doctor?"

Baili Yan stood there in a daze. There seemed to be a thunderous sound in his ears and he was completely shocked.

He took two steps back and almost lost his balance. Fortunately, the guard was quick to support him.

After a long pause, Baili Yan managed to force a smile, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Then he walked out of the hall mechanically, each step seemed so heavy. His mind was full of the news about blood drawing, and his mood was extremely heavy.

"Why does the palace need to draw blood?" Baili Yan said to himself.

"Did my father know that I am not of royal blood? Is that why he did this?" But on second thought, he denied his guess.

If my father really knew about this, he would never deal with it so publicly. Instead, he would choose a more secretive method to resolve the issue.

So, what is the purpose behind this order?

Baili Yan racked his brains but couldn't come up with an answer. He sat on the edge of the bed, frowning, with mixed feelings.

At this moment, he accidentally glanced at the string of pearls around his waist, and couldn't help but think of the night pearls in Concubine Xian's palace.

"I understand." A hint of coldness flashed in Baili Yan's eyes.

No one knows his true identity except Aliang. Aliang is the daughter of Concubine Xian, the real princess. She must have done something wrong!

Thinking of this, Baili Yan clenched his hands even tighter, with anger in his eyes.

Although Empress Xian has passed away, her daughter apparently wants to regain her position by exposing his secret.

But how could a little maid's daughter convince the emperor?

Baili Yan suddenly stopped thinking and his face changed suddenly.

He almost forgot an important detail - Ye Ziru told his secret to others before she died.

If that person has enough influence, it is indeed possible to push the blood collection order this time. Thinking of this, Baili Yan's heart was filled with anxiety and anger.

Baili Yan's whole body was trembling, his hands were clenched into fists, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms but he was not aware of it.

"What should I do?" he whispered to himself, panicking.

"Once the truth comes out, my life will be in danger. What should I do?"

Blood will be drawn in the palace tomorrow, and he cannot refuse. If he disobeys the order, not only will his father be unhappy, but he will also put himself in danger and give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.

What to do? His true identity must not be exposed! No matter what, he must sit on the supreme throne! The situation is urgent and he has no way to retreat...

At this moment, Baili Yan had already put aside the matter of Concubine Xian, and was thinking about how to deal with tomorrow's test. He longed for power and dreamed of becoming an emperor, so his true identity must not be revealed.

"What should I do?"

Baili Yan stood up and paced anxiously in the room, racking his brains but unable to think of a solution.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through his mind. He stopped and his eyes became complicated.

"Perhaps he can help?"

For some reason, at the most anxious moment, he thought of Shen Yuming. So Baili Yan summoned Shen Yuming.

Shen Yuming was still wearing a white robe, with a calm expression, as if everything was under his control.

Facing Shen Yuming, Baili Yan hesitated several times to speak. It takes great courage to tell the truth. If there is any mistake, he may be doomed.

Shen Yuming looked at Baili Yan quietly, without urging him, just waiting patiently.

After a long while, Baili Yan finally spoke: "You once said that you would always be loyal to me."

"That's right, Your Highness. No matter who you are, no matter what happens, I will stand firmly by your side." Shen Yuming spoke sincerely with a firm expression.

Baili Yan felt a little comforted, he believed that what Shen Yuming said was true.

Shen Yuming lowered his head, a hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes. He knew that the Seventh Prince was about to reveal a hidden secret.

In fact, Shen Yuming had a premonition long ago. He thought about it over and over again in the past few days and became more and more certain of his guess. Although he was shocked, he also considered retreating, but now there is no retreat.

No matter what happens, he must help the Seventh Prince ascend the throne. This is his only way to survive. Since the Seventh Prince was able to succeed in his previous life, he will definitely be able to achieve his goal again in this life!

Baili Yan looked at Shen Yuming, licked his cracked lips, and finally mustered up the courage to say, "The secret that Ye Ziru revealed..."

Shen Yuming raised his head and their eyes met.

Baili Yan felt his heart beating like thunder, almost jumping out of his chest.

"That secret is that I am not a true royal descendant."

As soon as he finished speaking, he finally let go of the heavy burden.

When Shen Yuming heard this, he didn't look too surprised, but his face turned pale. He had long guessed that the worst case scenario was that the Seventh Prince was not the Emperor's biological son.

When the Seventh Prince admitted it himself, Shen Yuming felt his hands and feet go cold.

He finally understood what Ye Ziru said before she died. Her lifelong plan ultimately failed to fulfill her wish.

Because if the Seventh Prince was not of royal blood, even if the truth came out, he would never be able to sit on the throne, but would be killed. As a supporter of the Seventh Prince, Shen Yuming would naturally not be able to escape the disaster.