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Su Yan leaned back on the chair, exhausted to the point of collapse, his body was not suitable for forced exercise, his physical strength was very weak, after carrying the prince back from the old emperor's palace, his legs were shaking.

Before he left, he asked the palace servants to notify the imperial doctor, and now the imperial doctor is already treating him, Su Yan drank the tea brought by the palace servants, and managed to catch his breath.

"Your Royal Physician has worked hard. I called you into the palace late at night. How is His Highness the Prince's injury?" Su Yanhui's face was pale and her hair was disheveled.

His Royal Highness's injury is very serious. Although the bones are not injured, the calf is swollen, especially the knee is red, swollen and shiny. Su Yanhui looked away after seeing the prince's legs. The injury looked very painful. But the prince... didn't show any pain, just sat on the bed calmly and let the imperial doctor administer the medicine.

The imperial doctor seemed to have gotten used to the prince's calmness, and the hand that applied the medicine was fast and steady. Su Yan felt pain when he looked back, but the prince never showed any discomfort from the beginning to the end.

"You can't walk on the ground during this time, you must stay in bed and recuperate." The imperial doctor reminded.

The prince was leaning against the bed, dressed in snow-white obscene clothes and a robe, his long black hair was untied like a stream winding down his shoulders, only when he was on the bed, the prince who was meticulous to the tip of his hair would show his Such an 'indecent' gesture.

His complexion didn't change either, it was as indifferent as ever.

"No." The prince's low-pitched voice sounded in the hall, suppressing the air in the hall, "The funeral of Ninth Emperor Brother still needs me, imperial doctor, you must let me get out of bed and walk tomorrow."

The imperial doctor frowned when he heard the prince's request, and the embarrassment was self-evident: "Your Highness, forgive the old minister's limited ability."

Su Yan frowned. How could he not know what the prince was thinking now? The current situation is obviously not good for the prince. If he is caught because of injury at this time, the loss outweighs the gain.

"My lord doctor, you have rich qualifications and extensive knowledge. It is really inappropriate for Your Highness to be criticized any more now. Your Majesty cannot preside over the funeral of His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must take on this responsibility. For such reasons, it is not that you want Your Royal Highness to completely To heal His Highness's leg injury is... but to hope that the Imperial Physician can give you the safest solution so that His Highness can walk normally."

The imperial doctor frowned, although he didn't agree with the patient's torment, but the current situation is indeed...

"Your Highness, pain is unavoidable, if Your Highness can bear it..." The imperial doctor hesitated for a moment, and finally made a suggestion.

While waiting for the imperial doctor to leave, Su Yan sighed back and watched the palace servants send the imperial doctor away, feeling a little headache.

Su Yan sat back beside the prince: "Your Highness, is it hurting now?"

"En." The prince's voice was flat and calm, although he answered Su Yanhui's words, there was no expression on his face at all.

Su Yan moved her mouth back, unable to speak comforting words, went to bring tea, the prince took the tea, his posture was still upright, if it wasn't for his pale complexion, there would be no abnormality at all, his posture of serving tea was still pretty and upright Every move can be drawn into the picture, Su Yanhui, who has been with the other party for so long, can clearly notice that the speed at which the other party drinks water is a bit faster than before.

He is very thirsty.

Four hours of punishment, not a single drop of water entered, so eager for water, but the crown prince was not in the least disturbed.

Su Yan didn't say anything, went to pour another cup on her own, without saying anything, put it in the prince's hand, the prince's eyes were calm, and he drank the tea slowly again.

At this time, Su Yanhui asked the palace servants to bring the porridge. The prince still drank it. The faint fragrance of rice wafted in the air. Su Yanhui really couldn't understand that this person was so hungry, but his stomach was not the same as that of ordinary people. Grunting, can a person restrain himself to such an extent that even the physiological response is eliminated?

After that came the bitter potion, the prince turned his eyes slightly to look at the black Chinese medicine, without any rejection, took it and drank it down, Su Yan looked back at the other party, thought for a while, and put the prepared candy In the hands of the prince.

The prince will not refuse Su Yanhui's service, and until now Su Yanhui doesn't know whether the prince is afraid of hardship, he just thinks that the prince needs sugar cubes to dilute the bitterness, so he gave it, that's all.

"Yan Hui, bring me the unapproved memorial today."

Su Yan sighed slightly in his heart, he knew this would happen, and had already prepared the memorial.

He will never sleep until the prince has finished dealing with the affairs of the day. For the prince, both the body and sleep can be compressed. Su Yanhui held the memorial and handed it to the other party while watching the prince's side face .

If it weren't for being on the bed, if there were no snow-white obscene clothes and bedding covering his legs, the present prince would seem to be sitting at the desk carefully reviewing the memorial as always.

When everything was over, Su Yan retreated from the crowd and sat beside the prince's bed.

Prince needs to decompress.

He didn't like it much, but he was ready.

"Yanhui, you go to sleep."

Su Yan was taken aback for a moment: "Your Highness, I will take my leave."

Su Yanhui didn't say much, but followed the other party's words and went to the side hall. The prince doesn't need him now.

No...it's not like that, but...now is not the time for the crown prince to relax.

Once you touch him, the prince will relax, and his pain will be several times stronger than it is now.

The funeral of the Ninth Prince was held as scheduled. Su Yanhui and another palace official stood beside the prince, trying to hold one arm of the prince. The prince stood up straight, with a stern face, calm voice as usual. imperial mausoleum.

A funeral was full of vigor and grandeur. In the white snow, Su Yanhui looked sideways at the prince's side face. The prince was excellent and handsome. He inherited the queen's gorgeous appearance, but he was even colder.

His straight back told everyone that he has not been setbacks, will not be defeated, no matter what, he will sit proudly on the crown prince.

but……

Only Su Yanhui knew that the prince's arm he was supporting was trembling undetectably, the prince was holding his wrist so hard that his bones were almost broken, the prince was relying on him, Su Yanhui used his arm, Bearing the weight of the prince, the prince's complexion was pale, and the pain in his legs was bound to be unbearable. Even if Su Yanhui's arm was so sore that he could barely feel it, he never relaxed for a moment.

Except for the fifth prince, no one can underestimate his prince.

Su Yanhui endured, and noticed the fixed gaze on her body. Su Yanhui turned her face slightly and saw the fifth prince standing behind the crowd. The fifth prince was dressed in plain clothes, and his tall figure no longer seemed obtrusive under the deliberate suppression. , the strong sense of existence was concealed impenetrably, but those eyes were staring at him tightly.

Upon receiving Su Yan's gaze, the fifth prince did not make any gesture, but turned and left among the crowd. No one around had noticed that a certain prince had been by their side.

When Su Yanhui took the prince back to the palace and sat on the bed, Su Yanhui saw the other person's face. The prince's complexion was pale, his lips were dark blue, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. Physiologically trembling, but apart from the uncontrollable physiology, the prince was as calm as ever.

Su Yanhui sighed deeply, stepped aside, and the imperial doctor who had been waiting for a long time quickly took the place next to the prince with a medicine box.