Hey, you are reborn too?

"Master Zeng!"

The two secret guards who were supposed to rest broke into the inner hall of the Seventh Prince's bedroom with panicked looks.

Zeng Qing was calm and composed: "What's the matter?"

"President Zhang, the Emperor has invited President Zhang to come and see the young master!"

Zeng Qing's eyebrows jumped and he rubbed his chin with his index finger.

This... is really difficult to deal with.

He suddenly felt something in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw a dark figure in the air.

The two secret guards followed his gaze, quickly drew their swords, and stood ready: "Who is coming?"

"Wait a minute," Zeng Qing raised his hand to stop them, with a bit of ecstasy in his eyes, "It's the young master."

When the two heard this, their eyes lit up, and they quickly put away their swords and knelt on one knee to salute: "Greetings, Young Master!"

"rise!"

The figure did not stop for their attention. Instead, he threw down a powerful command and flashed into the hall even faster.

Almost at the same time as the dark figure disappeared, a loud shout was heard from outside the hall.

"The Emperor has arrived, and the Imperial Concubine Chen has arrived!"

Zeng Qing and the two secret guards immediately knelt down to greet him.

Although Zeng Qing congratulated the emperor, he couldn't help but secretly complain. Fortunately, the young master was not sick. If the young master was really sick and had already rested, wouldn't he be even more uncomfortable if he was woken up like this?

He lowered his head and curled his lips secretly.

The old emperor really doesn't know how to care for people. If he really is a caring person, wouldn't it be great if he could ask the imperial physician to treat the young master tomorrow morning after he wakes up?

Before he could finish his thoughts, he heard the emperor give the order: "President Zhang, why don't you come in and treat the seventh prince?"

"Yes!" A slightly old voice answered.

Jiang Mian had just changed out of his outer robe in the house when he heard the sound of footsteps outside.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the sound of the door being pushed open was heard with a creak.

Jiang Mian didn't have time to change his sweat-soaked underwear, so he quickly took two steps at a time, lowered his head and bent over, and got into the bed.

Before I lay down, I heard footsteps coming towards me like a tide, surrounding my bed tightly.

He tried his best to maintain his facial expression, frowned slightly, and let a drop of sweat slide down his temple.

Pretend that you couldn't sleep well and sweated at night after taking the medicine.

"Court Judge," the voice belonged to the emperor. His voice, which was originally extremely majestic, was now a little lighter. "How is Old Seven?"

Jiang Mian felt a hand taking his pulse.

He didn't want to react, but years of training made him move all of a sudden.

When he came to his senses again, he found himself tightly grasping Zhang Yuanpan's throat.

"Uh...uh..."

Jiang Mian closed his eyes tightly and heard the old voice begging for mercy.

"Stop! You rebellious son!" the emperor shouted.

"Your Majesty, I feel dizzy!" Concubine Chen said, deliberately trying to divert attention.

Jiang Mian gently opened his eyes and narrowed them into slits.

He was not frightened by the scene.

Although he was strangling Zhang Yuanpan's throat, he was only pinching it and did not break it directly.

After all, he still had a shred of sanity left.

Moreover, Jiang Mian closed his eyes again. He was not yet the Lord of Beili who had the power of life and death in his previous life.

He slowly let out a sigh of relief, his fingertips slowly loosened their grip on Zhang Yuanpan's neck.

My current power is not enough.

Even to forcefully dismiss the doctor who was treating him, he had to resort to such extreme measures.

However, Jiang Mian couldn't help but sneer in his heart as he listened to Concubine Chen's repeated expressions of weakness.

This move by my mother was really a wrong one.

Even if he wanted to break into his bedroom, he would at least have to find a plausible reason. He knew that this was what his mother called pride.

Unlike me, I will do whatever it takes to get what I want.

"Your Majesty," Concubine Chen sobbed softly, but her words were clear, "Why did Mian'er suddenly become like this? She must be hysterical."

Jiang Mian couldn't help but open his eyes slightly and found that the emperor's face looked bad.

When he opened his eyes, he was dazzled by the lights in the hall and could not help but blink slightly.

However, just at this moment, Jiang Mian heard Concubine Chen's exclamation again.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, did you see that? Mian'er just blinked. Is he about to wake up?"

Jiang Mian couldn't help but complain in his heart. This old emperor was making such a big fuss that he could feel the light even with his eyes closed. Not to mention that he wasn't asleep, even if he was asleep, he would probably be woken up by the light.

"Seventh Brother?" The voice came from afar. It was the emperor, and there was some doubt in his voice.

Are you scared and don't dare to come closer?

Concubine Chen was blatantly sabotaging the show. Even if she continued to lie down, she would probably suffer from insomnia. She might as well get up and take on this show.

"Well……"

He frowned deeply, then slowly relaxed his brows, slowly opened his eyes, covered them with his hands, and yawned softly.

Jiang Mian was very patient and performed the whole act.

His eyes were lazy and tired at first, but after "accidentally" scanning a bright yellow figure, they froze.

Rub your eyes and open them wide at the right time.

He quickly lowered his head and "struggled" to salute on the bed, his voice weak but firm: "Your Highness greets you, Father!"

"Hey, get up!"

My cheap father responded immediately. He took a few steps towards me, but still didn't dare to come closer. He was just three steps away from my bed.

"Mian'er!" Concubine Chen interrupted at the right time.

She was not afraid at all that she would "suddenly go crazy". She took a few quick steps forward and wanted to lend a hand to help herself up.

"Your son greets your mother!" Jiang Mian hadn't finished his act yet, so how could he let her help him up like this? He quickly "struggled" and continued to salute.

"Okay, okay, I heard from your men that you are ill?"

Jiang Mian pursed his lips into a line, lowered his head slightly, and his hunched hands trembled slightly.

He did not respond, but used his actions and expressions to vividly demonstrate what it meant to be "sick".

"Okay," the emperor spoke again. Perhaps because he saw that she had no intention of attacking Concubine Chen, he was relieved. He walked to the head of her bed and sat down. "Tell me, father, what is wrong with you?"

Jiang Mian gently raised his hand, covered his lips, and coughed twice.

How does he know?

Jiang Mian felt annoyed for no reason.

But it's really a coincidence that if it were any other day, my body would feel all kinds of discomfort.

However, I have just "received treatment" and not only do I not feel uncomfortable at all, I also feel relaxed all over.

How can we suddenly give them a disease?

Not getting the answer he wanted, the emperor continued to nag.

Jiang Mian didn't want to respond. As soon as the emperor opened his mouth, he started coughing.

Whenever the emperor glared at him, he would lower his head and pretend to be uncomfortable.

"Mian'er," after going back and forth for a few times, Concubine Chen finally took action, "You, are you coughing again?"

Jiang Mian couldn't help but sneer. She was indeed his mother. The word "again" was used very skillfully.

With just one simple word, he found an excuse for why he got sick.

After all, it is an "old illness" and it is normal no matter how many times it recurs.

But unfortunately, he was not very willing to take the step given by his mother this time.