Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Yin Qingxuan panicked and quickly covered her clothes.

Ye Jingyu was focused on the little woman under him and didn't hear what Li Defu said?

His eyes were slightly cold, and he asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"

Listening to the impatient voice, Li Defu knew that he had disturbed the emperor's good deeds again.

But the Thirteenth Prince was equally important to the emperor, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and repeat: "The Thirteenth Prince was carried back to the palace. I don't know what kind of injury the Prince was injured. In short, he is unconscious."

"what?"

Ye Jingyu's lust suddenly subsided like a tide.

He walked out of bed barefoot, opened the door, and brought Li Defu in.

The open skirt hangs down to the ground, and there is a faint red on the cold white skin.

"You said the emperor's uncle is back?"

Li Defu lowered his head and said like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, it was the Imperial Hospital that notified me."

In the room, Yin Qingxuan listened clearly.

He quickly straightened his clothes, put on his shoes and ran down to the ground.

"Prince Jing is injured?"

Li Defu nodded and bowed and said, "I don't know very well, but that's what the messenger said."

Ye Jingyu immediately put on his robe and buckled the jade belt around his waist.

"Xuan'er, please rest first. I'll go to the Tai Hospital to check on you."

"I can't sleep either, so let's go with the emperor."

"Alright."

Ye Jingyu stopped talking nonsense and strode towards the hospital.

At this time, the lights in Taiyuan Hospital were brightly lit.

Several imperial doctors on night duty were treating Ye Zhan.

Everyone felt for pulses one by one, but could not find any symptoms, and they couldn't help but sweat.

It is well known that Prince Jing and the Emperor have a very close relationship. If something happens to the Prince, their heads may be gone.

Someone has already left the palace to find Mr. Liang. At the moment, they are just hoping that Dr. Liang can enter the palace quickly, treat the symptoms, and revive Prince Jing as soon as possible.

While everyone was walking around, the door of the palace was pushed open, and Ye Jingyu walked in from the outside with a gloomy look.

Everyone hurriedly knelt down.

"I would like to express my greetings to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor. Long live the Emperor."

Ye Jingyu had already arrived at the bed and asked in a deep voice, "What can you tell? Is the emperor injured or sick?"

Several people looked at each other and said in a prostrate manner: "I am so stupid, you didn't see why the prince was unconscious?"

A young imperial doctor hurriedly said: "I have checked that there are no external injuries on the prince's body."

Another then said: "I checked the prince's pulse, and it doesn't look like he suffered an internal injury."

Ye Jingyu's voice became colder, and he said irritably: "It's not an external injury or an internal injury. What on earth is it? The emperor is a warrior and has always been in good health. How could he get sick?"

Several people answered tremblingly: "I don't know."

Seeing these people gibbering but unable to say anything, Ye Jingyu couldn't help but get angry. He flicked his sleeves and said, "You trash, go and kneel outside the hall."

"Yes."

Everyone did not dare to talk nonsense and immediately retreated to the courtyard and knelt down straight.

Imperial Physician Liang happened to enter the hospital and saw several imperial physicians kneeling in the courtyard. He couldn't help but feel a sudden rush in his heart and hurriedly walked into the room carrying his robe.

"The old minister sees..."

Ye Jingyu interrupted him coldly.

"Don't talk nonsense and quickly diagnose the emperor's illness."

"Yes."

Dr. Liang came to the bed, lifted up his robe, knelt down, and respectfully took Ye Zhan's pulse.

After five breaths, sweat broke out on his face.

Ye Jingyu frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with the emperor? Tell me quickly."