Shortly after Jingrong carried him to the bed, Lang Bo hurriedly brought the physician over.

After examining him for a short while, the physician shook his head.

This terrified Ji Yinshu!

“Physician, what’s wrong with him?”

The physician shook his head again.

“Is it very serious?”

The physician shook his head once more.

Just as Ji Yinshu was about to ask again, Lang Bo interjected first, “Physician, do say something! This person is lying on the bed—whether he’s dead or alive, there should at least be a word!”

Is he dead or alive after all?

That lad had, after all, slept with him for two nights, so they could be considered bed companions!

So it was natural for Lang Bo to be anxious.

The physician sighed and said, “The person is actually fine.”

Phew…

That’s good!

“But…” The physician furrowed his brow and changed his tone.

Everyone in the room broke into a cold sweat, their eyes staring intently at the physician.

“This young master’s pulse is very stable, with no abnormalities, but his body seems to have been given some strange medicine, causing what appears to be a problem in the brain area. As for what exactly the problem is, I don’t know.”

“The brain?” Lang Bo didn’t understand. He scratched his head and glanced at Wei Yi on the bed. “This lad was originally foolish. Isn’t it normal for his brain to have problems?”

Logically speaking, that was indeed true!

The physician squinted his eyes slightly, “So this young master has been somewhat simple-minded all along. No wonder. But from a medical perspective, this young master’s head is somewhat unusual, as if it’s been soaked in medicine by someone.”

Ji Yinshu asked, “Do you mean he’ll be like a normal person?”

“I dare not make a definitive judgment. I wonder if this young master has been receiving treatment all along?”

“Yes!”

“Which divine physician has such ability to actually treat this kind of simple-mindedness?”

Other than Muruo, who spent his days with fine wine and beautiful women, who else could it be?

Ji Yinshu didn’t respond to his words and only asked, “Then, Physician, besides these things you mentioned, is there nothing else?”

The physician nodded, “There’s nothing else. The problem in the brain—you could say it’s serious or not serious. In my many years of medical practice, I’ve never encountered such a case, so what I can see is incomplete. Therefore, if you’re not at ease, young master, it would be better to have another physician take a look.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll first prescribe some medicine for now. Give it a try, and if the pain stops, then the problem shouldn’t be too serious.”

The physician wrote out a prescription, and Jingrong sent someone to fetch the medicine.

After all the bustle, it was already evening.

Ji Yinshu stayed by his side constantly, fearing that something might happen to Wei Yi.

Jingrong had also been staying in the room until Lang Bo came in on tiptoe and whispered a few words in his ear.

He furrowed his brow, stood up, walked to Ji Yinshu’s side, and said, “Father Emperor has issued a decree. I need to enter the palace, and I may not return tonight.”

Reporting his itinerary.

She nodded slightly.

“When Muruo is better tomorrow, this prince will have someone summon him to examine Wei Yi properly.”

“Mm.”

Jingrong knew that Ji Yinshu was worried about Wei Yi—that kind of worry was like that for a family member, so there was no room for jealousy.

Just as he had barely left the room, Ji Yinshu chased after him, and with the pursuing motion, she grabbed his hand.

Jingrong’s body paused, and he turned to look at her.

“Stay here at ease. Leave all matters to me.”

“Jingrong…”

“I know what you’re worried about. Rest assured, without full confidence, I won’t take the risk.”

Ji Yinshu nodded. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, Jingrong instead grasped it in return and pulled her tightly into his embrace, his thin lips pressed against her earlobe.

He said, “Yinshu, you and I have been through so much together, yet all along, you’ve never completely trusted me. This time, you should believe in me.”

Tears flowed from her eyes as her arms wrapped tightly around Jingrong’s waist.

Then—

She nodded vigorously.

Jingrong lowered his head and gently kissed her full forehead, then released his hold and left.

After Ji Yinshu returned to the room, Wei Yi had already awakened.

“You’re awake. Is there anywhere uncomfortable?”

Wei Yi rubbed his head, his eyes rolling around. He sat up from the bed, licked his parched lips, and pointed at a pot of tea on the table.

“I’m thirsty.”

Ji Yinshu poured him water. Wei Yi drank several cups in succession, then touched his empty stomach.

“I’m hungry.”

So she ordered someone to prepare some food. He devoured several bowls as if he had never eaten before.

He showed absolutely no signs of being ill!

He was completely a normal person.

After eating and drinking his fill, Wei Yi broke into a big smile and said, “Shu’er, I’m full.”

“Does your head still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He shook his head.

“That’s good.” Ji Yinshu breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Yi’s pair of bright eyes stared intently at her, and his hand slowly reached toward her, tugging at the corner of Ji Yinshu’s garment. In a soft voice, he asked, “Shu’er, will you leave me?”

His eyes held expectation!

Ji Yinshu shook her head.

In the Imperial Palace!

Emperor Qizhen had finally recovered somewhat and could get out of bed. With Zhang Quan’s support, he sat down behind the dragon desk.

He coughed several times.

Before the dragon desk, Jing Yi and Jingrong stood side by side.

“Do you know why I summoned you both to the palace?”

Jing Yi spoke first, “Is Father Emperor concerned about the Crown Prince’s matter?”

“That beast is no longer the Crown Prince.” Emperor Qizhen was slightly angry.

“Yes, this son knows his error. It’s about Imperial Elder Brother’s matter.”

Though Emperor Qizhen kept calling him a “beast,” how could his heart not be in pain?

But looking at these two outstanding sons before him, he was angry at Jinghua’s incompetence.

He sighed heavily, “Jinghua is already dead. Although I have already stripped him of his Crown Prince position, no matter what, he is still my son. Therefore, his funeral should still be conducted with the grandeur befitting a Crown Prince, so he doesn’t depart uncomfortably.”

As he spoke, he scrutinized Jing Yi and Jingrong again, “Which of you two is willing to handle Jinghua’s funeral arrangements? If I leave it entirely to the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, I won’t feel at ease either.”

Jing Yi naturally wanted to seize the credit. His hands were just about to clasp together in salute when Jingrong stepped forward two paces.

He spoke first, “Father Emperor, please entrust Imperial Elder Brother’s funeral to this son.”

This was the first time in all these years that Jingrong had voluntarily requested an assignment.

It truly stunned Jing Yi…

Emperor Qizhen nodded, “Very well, then this matter is entrusted to you.”

“Yes!”

He had received the command!

Emperor Qizhen didn’t say more about Jinghua’s matter and brought up something else, “Recently during this period, court officials have been submitting memorials one after another, saying that in recent years, the silver allocated by the court to Yufu County for disaster relief has disappeared for no reason. The common people of Yufu County are full of complaints, and I too am troubled. How could the silver allocated in previous years have vanished? If it had been embezzled section by section by officials, that could still be investigated, but the disaster relief silver was transported directly to Yufu, so there’s no possibility of local officials stealing and embezzling it. Therefore, this matter is indeed quite perplexing. I sent some people to investigate, but there have been no results.”

Bringing up these matters for no apparent reason, Emperor Qizhen naturally had his reasons, especially doing so in the presence of Jingrong and Jing Yi.