Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

The second prince's illness was very severe. When Yinzhen learned the news, he was still in Begonia Garden.

As dinner time approached, the family of three were talking and laughing, and Yinzhen was in a rare good mood. He heard Dai Duo's reply, saying that the eldest prince had learned half of the Book of Songs, and the rest of his studies were also progressing well.

At this moment, he looked extremely relaxed, without any trace of his usual stern expression. "Honghui, the nine characters for 'Shou' you wrote a few days ago were quite neat, and each stroke showed its sharpness, which shows that you wrote them seriously."

Honghui was a little flattered. When he was writing, he had seen his father's handwriting, which was so fine that it was as sharp as iron and silver. His own handwriting could only be said to be not too bad, but as for any sharpness or momentum, it was completely lacking.

Amaqua is a bit too much!

He was a little shy, narrowing his eyes slightly, and said carefully: "Father, my son is still self-aware. His handwriting is far from yours."

Yinzhen nodded and said: "Calligraphy requires daily practice. There is no shortcut. Just keep working hard and you will be able to write well sooner or later."

But it's March 12th today, and the emperor hasn't returned to Beijing yet? Where will his birthday be held? Thinking of this, Honghui couldn't help but ask: "Father, isn't the emperor going back to Beijing to hold his birthday?"

"Your Mahafu will be touring the south, so the Longevity Festival will be held in Suzhou, so there will be no banquet in Beijing. But even though he is not in Beijing, this gift must be sent there. The Longevity Painting that Father prepared has been framed, and will be sent there in two days. It will be delivered to your Mahafu on the eighteenth day."

After saying this, Yinzhen took a few sips of tea and continued, "Father knows that you copied the Book of Filial Piety for your majesty, but the first bird to stick its head out gets shot. Your filial piety will not be displayed openly this time. You can present it quietly later."

What Father said makes sense. Honghui should just listen to his father’s advice. It is enough for the Emperor to know that he is filial. What’s the point of showing off in front of others?

As they were talking, Su Peisheng hurried in and said anxiously, "Master, it's not good, the second prince has a high fever again!"

Yinzhen immediately stood up, with a look of anxiety on his face, and asked worriedly: "When did it happen? Did you ask for the old doctor Lu?"

Before Su Peisheng could reply, Yixiu interrupted, "Master, you should go quickly. Second Prince's health is the most important thing. If you have anything to say, you can ask him there. How can Eunuch Su know so much details?"

"Okay then, I'll go over and take a look first. Honghui, just listen to your mother."

After saying this, Yinzhen hurriedly left Haitang Garden and went straight to the main courtyard.

Looking at his back, Honghui suddenly remembered something and asked directly, "Mother, my second brother's fever just subsided two days ago, right? Why is he having a high fever again now?"

Yixiu was also thinking about it! Even an adult's body couldn't stand the high fever one after another, let alone the second prince, a swaddled baby? I wonder if the second prince can get through this? I don't know how long he can hold on?

The mother and son just exchanged a few words, and no one went into further discussion. Since this was concerning their legitimate son, it was better for them to say less!

That night, Yixiu and Honghui both slept well, but the main courtyard was in turmoil and noise all night long. From the master to the servants who swept the house and guarded the gate, no one got a good night's sleep.

The two masters of the Fourth Prince's Mansion were both guarding in the Second Prince's room, one of them crying non-stop, and the other one constantly playing with the Buddhist beads in his hand. The atmosphere in the room became increasingly stagnant.

Rouze was still concerned about her image at first, crying like a pear blossom in the rain, "Silang, the second prince..."

After the hour of Chou, the old doctor Lu came forward with a serious expression and replied: "My Lord, it has been more than five hours, and the fever in the Second Prince's body still shows no signs of subsiding. If it continues like this, it will be very bad."

As soon as she finished speaking, Rouze burst into tears: "Ah...ah...Second Prince! Old Doctor Lu, please save the Second Prince!"

Yinzhen tried his best to remain calm, "Old Doctor Lu, just do your best, and the rest is up to God." Over the past few months, facts have told him that the Second Prince cannot stay for long, and as a father, he is mentally prepared.

After saying this, he turned to face Rouze and said expressionlessly: "Don't cry! The second prince hasn't left yet!" At this moment, he became angry when he thought about how his legitimate son was implicated like this by his biological mother.

Yinzhen's expression was really frightening. Rouze was so scared that she dared not cry out loud anymore. She just whimpered a few times and covered her mouth with a handkerchief. She felt more and more sad in her heart.

Silang, Silang, why do you seem like a different person? You used to be so gentle and considerate, but now you are angry with me time and again! Is it true that Wanwan is no longer in your heart?

Yinzhen didn't know what Rouze was thinking and didn't want to know. His eyes were blank, and he kept turning the Buddhist beads in his hands. He was still praying devoutly in his heart, praying that the second prince could survive this disaster.

However, this time, God didn't seem to be on his side.

Yin hour, Mao hour, Chen hour, another three hours passed, and the Second Prince still showed no signs of improvement. Even his breath was gradually weakening, and he didn't even have the strength to cry.

Old Doctor Lu was trembling with a frustrated look on his face, "My Lord, I am incompetent. The Second Prince will most likely not make it!" He was not young anymore, at least in his sixties, and he had almost endured the whole night mentally.

Rouze leaned back and collapsed on the chair, no longer caring about her image or makeup, crying in great sorrow and despair. This was her only son! If he died, would she be able to control the increasing number of concubines and illegitimate children in the mansion?

Yinzhen first glanced at Rouze, then said calmly, "Old Doctor Lu, don't blame yourself. In the past few months, you have brought the Second Prince back from the brink of death so many times. If it weren't for you, he would have died two months earlier. The Second Prince was born with a deficiency. If anything happens to him, it can't be blamed on you."

He did not blame the old doctor in front of him who had tried his best. He was already one of the best pediatricians in the Imperial Medical Bureau. If he was unable to do anything, then it could only be God's will.

This is God’s will, no one can do anything about it!

He could let it go, but Rouze couldn't. She immediately shouted, "Silang, Second Prince is my only son. You can't just give up on him! Doctor Lu is not good enough. There are so many other doctors in the Imperial Hospital. Go and get him!"

After saying this, Rouze struggled to get up, ran to the bed where the Second Prince was lying, and held his little hand and refused to let go, "Silang, look, the Second Prince is still breathing, he is not dead yet, quickly call the imperial physician to save him!"