The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

The attendants of Chaoyang Palace seemed to be swept away by an invisible wind.

Eunuch Qi was even more anxious. He gave orders one by one, instructing everyone to call the imperial physician. He also sent someone to urgently find Shen Yuanshi and asked someone to notify Shi Anxia to enter the palace.

Emperor Mingde's eyes were filled with regret and sadness. He never expected that the always omnipotent Cen Yuan would become like this.

Cen Yuan seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss of pain and had no response to any external stimuli.

After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps and the breathing of the imperial doctors broke the tense atmosphere in the hall.

Before Shen Yuanshi had finished chatting with his long-lost childhood sweetheart or had a bite of food, he was hurriedly called into the palace.

He walked quickly into the hall with a serious look on his face, followed by several colleagues who also looked nervous. They quickly formed a circle around the prince consort and began to make a careful diagnosis.

Emperor Mingde was blocked outside and kept pacing back and forth.

Eunuch Qi looked anxious, "Master, what happened to the Prince Consort?"

Emperor Mingde shook his head.

He doesn't know either...but he actually knows a little.

Because he had seen Cen Yuan being poisoned in his dream, and he couldn't describe the consequences in words.

Even though he was so big, his muscles had visibly atrophied to the point where only a layer of skin remained attached to his bones. His bones were constantly dislocated, stretched, and even his eye sockets were squeezed.

In the secret palace deep in the mountains of Liang State, Cen Yuan's screams echoed all day and all night. In the end, the screams stopped.

Because the larynx was deformed, he couldn't even make any sound.

What caused all this was the North Wing's decision to cross the river and demolish the bridge.

……

Dean Shen placed his fingers on Cen Yuan's wrist, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, secretly thinking about the possible cause of the illness.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly stood up and faced Emperor Mingde, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone: "Your Majesty, the Prince Consort...is not ill."

Emperor Mingde closed his eyes tightly and said, "I know he is not sick, but he is in pain. You have to treat him."

Shen Yuanshi was sweating all over his forehead.

If there is a disease, I can cure it. If there is no disease, what can I cure?

Emperor Mingde saw his dilemma and suggested, "Well, you can prescribe the best prescription for calming the nerves."

I know how to do this! Envoy Shen raised his hand and wrote a prescription. Anyway, there are all kinds of precious medicinal materials in the palace.

When he went out to instruct them to boil the medicine, he saw Shi Anxia almost trotting towards Chaoyang Palace with her maid.

"Shen Yuanshi, how is my husband?" Shi Anxia also rushed into the palace after receiving the report from the eunuch. "What disease does he have? Is he poisoned?"

In her opinion, apart from being poisoned, it was impossible for Cen Yuan to have any disease that would cause such a big commotion.

From the words of the eunuch who informed her to enter the palace, she learned that only Emperor Mingde and Cen Yuan were in the palace at that time. Then suddenly Emperor Mingde lost control and kept calling for the imperial physician.

Could it be that Cen Yuan was poisoned for Emperor Mingde? Could it be that the Queen Mother's party has not been purged yet?

Shi Anxia hurried into the palace with confusion and thoughts. When she saw Emperor Mingde, she forgot to greet him and only asked, "Father, what happened to the prince consort?"

Emperor Mingde couldn't say it, but he picked up the important point and said, "He is not poisoned, nor is he sick."

He didn't dare to look into Shi Anxia's eyes. Alas, Beiyi owed her, owed a prince consort!

When Shi Anxia heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not poisoning or illness, it's okay.

She sat on the round stool beside the couch and reached out to touch Cen Yuan's forehead, which was covered in sweat.

Cen Yuan closed his eyes tightly, even his eyelashes were wet. His skin was originally pale, and now it was even paler without a trace of blood.

Eunuch Qi whispered, "Master, Miss Tang is waiting at the palace gate."

Emperor Mingde's eyelids jumped, "Who told her that something happened here?"

Eunuch Qi was sweating all over his forehead. "No, I don't know. Maybe when I went to invite Princess Haiyan, the servants heard it and let it slip when I got back."

Emperor Mingde himself had caused the trouble, so how could he blame others? He just said, "Go and bring her in. It's not a good idea to stand outside and worry."

I was so anxious that another one fell down, which made things even more troublesome.

Eunuch Qi ducked and ran away. It was not a servant who revealed it, it was obvious that he wanted to use the matter of the prince consort to get Miss Tang to enter the palace to make her familiar.

If you are not familiar with the palace, won’t you become familiar with it after a few visits? In fact, the palace is the same as the outside world. If you come a few more times, it will be no different from your own backyard.

But in this case, acting on one's own initiative was an act of usurpation, which could be a big or small act. This was the first time he had made a mistake in this matter since he had served Emperor Mingde.

When Eunuch Qi led the anxious Tang Chujun into the hall, he smelled a refreshing and soothing fragrance.

But the incense couldn't calm Tang Chujun down, "What happened? How's Yuan'er?"

Shi Anxia stood up to greet her, but she didn't let go of Cen Yuan's hand. In fact, it wasn't her holding Cen Yuan, but Cen Yuan holding her and not letting go.

And he held on tighter and tighter, leaving marks all over her jade-white hands.

She replied to her mother, "My husband hasn't woken up yet."

Tang Chujun asked again, "How did he become like this?"

Shi Anxia didn't reply, but looked up at Emperor Mingde.

Tang Chujun was stunned and also turned his gaze to Emperor Mingde.

Emperor Mingde felt the pressure on him suddenly increase. "We, ahem, were just talking when he, he became like this."

Shi Anxia narrowed her eyes slightly.

Tang Chujun said bluntly, "Impossible!"

Emperor Mingde: “…”

Tang Chujun suddenly realized that the person in front of him was the emperor, and stammered, "No, I mean, it's impossible for Cen Yuan to be like this without being sick or poisoned."

The more you try to make excuses, the more it seems like you are questioning Emperor Mingde.

Emperor Mingde felt bitter. If he had known that Cen Yuan would react so strongly, he would have kept this secret buried for the rest of his life.

The aroma of sedative medicine filled the hall. Cen Yuan's breathing was still a little rapid, but much steadier than her previous state of almost suffocating.

The hall was so quiet that even the wind seemed to leave no trace.

Tang Chujun didn't dare to speak, fearing that he would offend others. He sat aside, glancing at his son-in-law from time to time.

I remembered the first time I talked to my son-in-law, he said, "While I live, she lives; and when I die, she lives too."

Oh, this kid!

Tang Chujun wiped her tears, thinking about how good Cen Yuan had been to her daughter, to her and Yao Sheng since they got married.

She dared to say that she couldn't find such a good son-in-law in the capital, no, in the northern wing.

Shi Anxia held Cen Yuan's hand and watched his eyelids tremble slightly, as if he was trying to break free from some kind of restraint.

Emperor Mingde also stood by, not feeling that he had disturbed the two of them. He was the one who caused the trouble, and he couldn't just walk away.

He sat silently next to Tang Chujun, looking at his son-in-law with eager eyes.

When he heard it, An Xia called softly, "Husband, are you feeling better?"

Cen Yuan didn't respond to her.

Shi Anxia continued, "When I was unconscious, you kept nagging in my ear. Now it's my turn..."