Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Rong Jing's voice was heard amidst the footsteps.

"Young Marquis, why are you here?"

"I came to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. I wonder how His Royal Highness is doing?"

"Better now. I just had a bowl of porridge. I just boiled some medicine for Your Highness. I think you will feel better after taking it."

"That's good."

Xiao Lingzi got up from the ground and ran outside. At the door, he saw Rong Jing walking towards the bedroom with medicine in his hand, and Xie Chengyin walking in front of Rong Jing.

He fell to the ground and began to kowtow repeatedly, his forehead hitting the ground with a bang, which made Rong Jing and Xie Chengyin feel unspeakable panic.

"What's wrong, little Lingzi?"

Rong Jing didn't even notice that his voice was trembling when he asked this question.

Xiao Lingzi didn't dare to raise his head, and leaned his forehead, which was faintly bleeding, on the ground, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

The medicine bowl in Rong Jing's hand suddenly became so hot that he could hardly hold it. His fingertips felt pain and the full bowl of medicine fell from his hand to the ground. With a "pop" sound, the thick black medicine liquid spilled all over the ground.

Rong Jing raised his legs and ran inside, but someone was faster than him.

A figure dressed as a servant pushed aside Xie Chengyin in front of him and rushed straight into the bedroom. Rong Jing was about to angrily scold who was so presumptuous, but he saw Xie Chengyin rushing into the bedroom right after him.

I followed him in hurriedly.

Rong Jing came in last. When he saw the Crown Prince lying side by side with the Crown Princess, his breathing suddenly stagnated, his feet panicked, and he almost fell to the ground.

I couldn't help but wail: "Your Highness!"

The person lying on the bed suddenly turned around and shouted at him, "Don't cry yet, there is still hope."

Rong Jing was stunned, tears rolled around in his eyes, but he didn't dare to let them fall for a long time.

Only then did he see clearly the figure who rushed in first. Because she ran too fast, the hat she had been wearing on her head fell to the ground, revealing her face that she had been deliberately hiding all the way.

"Miss Yan?" He didn't expect it to be Yan Ci.

Yan Ci had no time to explain why he came into the palace dressed as Xie Chengyin's servant. The most important thing now was that the prince's life was in danger.

In the past two days, she finally accepted the fact that Jiang Yun had passed away. She asked Xie Chengyin to arrange for her to go to the palace to meet her cousin the Crown Prince and learn the truth about Jiang Yun's death.

But when I arrived at Chonghua Palace, I didn’t expect that even my cousin the Crown Prince would…

Yan Ci held the hand that still had body temperature, and suddenly shouted behind Xie Chengyin, "Congxi, come and save him!"

Hearing Yan Ci's call, the young man who had been following at the end took a few quick steps to the bedside and reached out to Shen Zhaoyong's neck.

There is still a faint pulse.

He glanced at Shen Zhaoyong's eyelids and his attention fell on the bloodstains on his collar.

"The person can still be saved, but even if he is saved, he won't live long."

Yan Ci held Cong Xi back, "That's for later, save people first!"

Congxi shook his head, "Okay."

He took out a cloth roll from his arms, and when it was unfolded, there were silver needles of varying thicknesses inside. He moved so quickly that even Xie Chengyin, a martial artist, didn't see where he inserted the needles. Shen Zhaoyong, who was lying lifeless on the bed, suddenly coughed.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his pale face slowly regained its color.

Rong Jing knelt up, his tearful eyes filled with joy and relief.

"Thank you, doctor. Thank you, Miss Yan."

He knelt to the bedside, looked at Shen Zhaoyong's slowly opening eyes, and tremblingly called out, "Your Highness."

Shen Zhaoyong's blurred vision gradually became clear, and he felt abnormal pain in his chest and throat.

Pain means he is still alive.

But he clearly felt that his end was approaching.

He heard Rong Jing's voice, and when he regained his vision, he saw the faces of Yan Ci and a strange young man. Behind them stood Xie Chengyin with a nervous look on his face, and kneeling at the foot of the bed was his loyal attendant Rong Jing.

When he realized that Yan Ci was holding his hand, he was slightly stunned and used all his strength to pull his hand out of Yan Ci's.

Yan Ci noticed his actions and realized that she had overstepped the mark. She was too anxious just now to notice them. Now that her cousin the Crown Prince has woken up, he might think that she was molesting him.

With a light laugh, he loosened his grip on Shen Zhaoyong's hand, "Cousin, are you feeling better?"

Shen Zhaoyong was about to nod when he suddenly paused, "What did you call me?"

Yan Ci glanced at Xie Chengyin behind her, and Xie Chengyin immediately understood what she meant. Looking at the hall at this moment, besides them, there were only Rong Jing and Xiao Lingzi.

Then he said to Xiao Lingzi, who had been kneeling on the ground in panic, "Your Highness's medicine has been spilled. Go and make another one for Your Highness."

Xiao Lingzi was already extremely happy when he saw Shen Zhaoyong open his eyes. Upon hearing the order, he responded and ran out quickly to boil the medicine. He had taken bad care of the prince, but now he was finally safe. He had to make up for his mistake.

After Xiao Lingzi left the door, Xie Chengyin placed his big hand on Yan Ci's shoulder, signaling her to say whatever she wanted to say.

Yan Ci looked at Shen Zhaoyong, and the distant attitude she had pretended to have disappeared. She took out a wooden woodpecker from her arms and put it into Shen Zhaoyong's hand.

"Brother Crown Prince, I am Jing."

Shen Zhaoyong's eyes suddenly widened when he looked at the woodpecker. He was very familiar with this wood carving.

That was the birthday gift he carved for his cousin Hua Cijing when she was seventh year old.

But why is it in Yan Ci's hands, and why did Yan Ci say that he is A Jing.

As smart as he was, he also knew that his cousin Hua Ci Jingyu had died in a fire two years ago. He had personally gone to the Hua family to pay his condolences, so he couldn't be wrong.

"Impossible, Ah Jing..."

"Cousin, it's me. I died in a fire on the fifth day of the eleventh month of the twenty-first year of Tianqing. I don't know why, but I woke up in Yan Ci's body five days later. This woodpecker was a gift from you for my seventh birthday. Do you remember what you said to me at that time?"

Shen Zhaoyong looked at Yan Ci quietly, only to hear Yan Ci slowly say: "You said, I hope you will be as lucky as I am, as determined as I am, as tenacious as I am, as brave as I am, and have the ability to protect the world and the wisdom to be free and easy in the world."

As Yan Ci finished speaking, Shen Zhaoyong's eyes slowly turned red. He stretched out his hand and touched Yan Ci's hair, his voice filled with the joy of regaining what he had lost. "It's really Xiao Ajing. You're still alive. I'm very happy, cousin."

Rong Jing, who was kneeling at the foot of the bed, was also extremely shocked. Although he found it unbelievable, he immediately understood when he thought of Miss Yan's nervousness towards His Highness just now.

No wonder the girl from the Yan family, who had never had any contact with His Highness, suddenly helped His Highness in everything. He thought that Girl Yan loved His Highness.

After confessing my identity to Shen Zhaoyong, I could ask him many questions.

"Cousin, why are you so impulsive? I know you are heartbroken about Ayun's departure, but it's just a miscarriage. It won't take Ayun's life. You just go with her like this. Don't you want to find out the truth for her?"

Shen Zhaoyong's bright eyes suddenly dimmed, "It's not that I don't know, nor that I don't want to, it's just that I can't do it."