Like his mother

  "How did Your Highness fall ill?" asked Gonggong Zhang, as the imperial physician, Wang Xi, furrowed his brow in skepticism, clearly not believing that the young prince would be sick.

  It's reasonable for Palace Minister to have such doubts. Because this young prince, Li Dongyin, started learning medicine at the age of three, and his teacher was none other than Palace Minister himself. Therefore, this fake prince play would be exposed in front of Palace Minister, it seems like a done deal. Zhang Gonggong thought anxiously, using his sleeve to cover his face.

  The fleeting glance swept across Zhang Gonggong's face, which seemed to be at a loss for words. A hint of doubt flashed between his eyebrows as Gong Xiangru walked up to the bed and called out in a low voice: "Your Highness?"

  Even if they are close relatives, Prince Gong should treat his nephew, who is also the Crown Prince, with proper respect and not blur the lines between ruler and subject.

  Huā Mù Róng only heard a gentle breeze-like sound entering her small ears, opened her drowsy eyes, and saw a pair of warm and gentle eyes, which were somewhat like her mother's when she wasn't angry, but not as clear as her mother's, with some melancholy. She opened her small mouth and called out: "Mother."

  Jingxiang was taken aback for a moment. In his memory, his little nephew had never called out "mother" before.

  Is this kid out of his mind?

  A pang of heartache flashed across his face. After all, this was the child left behind by his sister. He reached out to hold the child's small hand, gently supporting the wrist and feeling for a pulse.

  Huā Mù Róng's hand was grasped by a warm palm, and the cold feeling in his stomach suddenly disappeared. His eyes cleared up a bit, and he looked around carefully again. He realized that this wasn't where he lived with his mother, and the person sitting on his bed holding his hand wasn't his mother either. Suddenly, his whole body shook violently, and he woke up completely.

  "Your Highness——" Seeing that he was about to move, Zhang Gonggong was even more urgent and walked to the head of the bed with a strong gaze.

  Huā Mù Róng finally held her breath and remained still.

  The pulse of the child's condition is like this, with a furrowed brow, seemingly more perplexed. Originally not very believing that his young nephew who studied medicine would easily fall ill. Now looking at the symptoms, the pulse is normal, doesn't seem to have any underlying illness.

  Loosening his fingers from the pulse, Gong Xiangru said to Zhang Gonggong who seemed to be overly tense: "The prince is not seriously ill, it's probably just a temporary indisposition due to improper diet, and he can recover by taking a digestive medicine."

  Mr. Zhang nodded: As long as nothing is wrong, it's all right.

  When Gong Xiangyu was about to pick up his pen to write the prescription, he suddenly stopped and turned around to ask "Little nephew": "Your Highness wants to eat which prescription? Digestive dispersant or Hawthorn drink?"

  Xiao Mu Zhang's eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't that little brat who was a young medical genius, but rather a mediocre student who couldn't even recite the Three Character Classic correctly.

  Director Zhang hastily intervened to mediate, smiling and saying: "Director Gong, I think the prince is tired. Why don't we let Director Gong decide? Please ask Director Gong to write the prescription outside."

  Upon hearing this, a faintly melancholic gaze swept across Xiao Mu's face before a sudden smile played on his lips as he said, "Please take care of your dragon body, Your Highness. I will withdraw first."

  Huā Mù Róng only felt that this person not only had eyes like a girl, but also the warm and gentle smile just now was very similar to when his mother spoiled him. Because of this feeling towards this person, it didn't feel as repulsive as when facing Lí Dōng Yù's father and that annoying guy called Yún Chén Jǐng. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she revealed a childish smile: "Thank you."

  Mom said, people who are good to themselves should know how to say thank you.

  Jing Xiang was taken aback once again, his eyes wide with surprise.

  Zhang Gonggong and Xiao Baihe couldn't help but cover up the silly kid's mouth: What are you talking about!

  Gongzi Yu followed Zhang Gonggong out and looked at the rain that had not stopped outside, asking: "Where is Emperor Jun?"

  My little nephew is ill, as his uncle, no matter how busy I am, I should come and visit him.

  "His Majesty is not in the palace. The Grand Palace Official may have just returned from outside, it's unclear."

  Gong Xiangru turned back and looked at him, as if searching for some answer in his tone of response. Later, it seemed like he found it but also didn't find it, and never asked again. He only said: "Take good care of the prince. I'll be staying in Kyoto waiting for Emperor's return, if there's anything, come to my house to look for me."

  Director Zhang was quite surprised by his words and didn't know if he had recognized the fake prince's identity, so he hastily responded with a "good".

  Inside was Huamurong, who felt that the cramping stomach pain would only last for a while and then stop hurting. Xiaoyan didn't understand what was going on and could only ask the solemn-looking Xiao Baihe: "Is something wrong with your young master?"

  The little egret lowered its head and preened its feathers, as if it had no way to answer his doubts for the time being.

  The rain was pouring down. Just as Gong Xiangyu finished writing the prescription, Yao Tong helped him hold up his umbrella to prepare for their return home. Suddenly, a man rushed in from outside. Gong Xiangyu recognized the man's green attire as one of Yun Chenjing's secret guards, and his expression turned serious as he asked, "Is something wrong with your master?"

  That man rushed up to him and knelt down, answering in a low voice: "Young Master Yun asks Lord Gong to wait inside the palace."

  Zhang Gong's face turned pale by more than half. Because he knew that Yundian Jing was following Li Zimo to pick someone up. Since they let Gongxiangru wait here, it was likely that the young master had encountered some trouble.

  Heavy rain poured down, turning the mountain road behind Emperor Baichang's palace into a muddy swamp. Carrying a large and small wild boar on their backs, the four pig hooves trudged through the mud-like road, making every step difficult.

  Huffing and puffing, the pig's nose panted out big breaths, its face turned a deep purple color, and its breathing became more and more labored. Finally, the trembling legs of the pig could no longer hold on, and after putting down the large and small ones on the grass under the big tree that could block some rain, the wild boar fell to the ground, and after a black mist passed by, it turned back into a weak and tender little piglet.

  Inside the palace, Huai Yu and her mother were poisoned by the little piglet, enduring wave after wave of convulsions, panting heavily.

  The poison came suddenly and even this spiritual pet did not think it would be affected. Fortunately, the poison in his body could be resolved on its own, but it took time, so he could only wait for the poison to pass and then hurry to carry the person down the mountain.

  They were only a zhang away from the stone wall behind which Hua Xianglian was hiding, when they saw that little piglet seemed to be in so much pain it couldn't move. Then, accompanied by her personal maid Guirong, she walked out.

  Hearing footsteps approaching, Xiaoniuni opened her pig eyes with force, only to see Huashu'er walking step by step closer. A delicate face appeared with a sly smile, and the pig's eyes narrowed, its teeth biting down, intending to make a threatening sound.

  Hua Shu'er let out a soft hum, lifted one of her jade-like legs, and gently poked the tip of her foot into the plump belly of the little piglet. The force was just right, the position was just right, and the pain caused Little Piggy to convulse all over, rolling away on the grass.

  "It's just a pig head, an unqualified animal, dare to oppose me?" Huashu'er raised her handkerchief and patted the toe of her shoe that had just kicked the little pig, giving a cold smile, her eyes fell on Huayeyan mother and son.

  Huā Yùyán and her son were lying on the ground, motionless.