After lunch, I walked out of Shuhuang Palace and walked slowly along the long corridor. The bright sunlight shone on the flowers, plants and trees outside the corridor, and the golden light flashed in my sight.

Zi Mo behind him spoke, "Your Highness, Princess Yan is here."

Jiuqing raised his eyes and Xuanyuan Yanxi walked through the corner of the corridor and was coming towards him. His footsteps, which had always been elegant, seemed a little hurry at this moment.

"Qinger." When he blinked in front of him, Princess Yan frowned slightly and her face was a little gloomy. "Can you go to the Fourth Brother's Mansion?"

Jiu Qing said indifferently: "What happened?"

"Can you go and have a look?" Princess Yan bit her lip and said in a little hesitant tone, "Fourth Brother... is not in good condition."

Not in good condition?

"Your Highness." Zi Mo frowned slightly, "When I saw King Yu yesterday, King Yu's face did not look very good. Looking back now, I might be sick."

Jiu Qing heard this and nodded slightly, then nodded and said, "Go to Prince Yu's Mansion."

"Yes." Zi Mo responded, "I asked someone to prepare a sedan chair."

...

King Yu was in a bad condition at this time, his face was pale, and he could hear a heart-wrenching cough from afar. The maid went in and out, his face a little panicked.

When Jiuqing walked into the room, he did not see the imperial doctor. Only the doctor from Prince Yu's mansion was taking Han Yu's pulse. Han Yu was half lying on the bed, and a depressed low cough was still coming from his throat.

Jiuqing looked around and saw that his originally pale face turned red due to the severe cough, showing an abnormal pathology.

"Fourth Brother." She called out.

Han Yu turned his head when he heard the sound, a trace of joy suddenly flashed through his eyes, and then he returned to the calmness of Qiu Shui without traces, and smiled faintly: "Qing'er, why are you here?"

The maids in the room knelt down one after another. The doctor who was taking the pulse was slightly shocked when he saw the Ninth Princess. He was about to get up to salute him, but he heard Jiu Qing say, "Continue to do your business, there is no need to salute you."

The doctor responded, and turned around and continued to take the pulse of King Yu.

"I heard that the Fourth Brother is not feeling well, so I'll take a look." Jiuqing sat down on the edge of the bed, pursing his lips, "The Fourth Brother has always been good, why did he suddenly get sick? It's related to the obstacles in his practice last time?"

Han Yu's throat was itchy and he slowly shook his head: "I... cough cough, I don't know..."

Jiuqing glanced at the doctor, "Why didn't the Fourth Brother invite the imperial doctor to come and see him?"

"A little problem, don't disturb the imperial doctor." Han Yu clenched his fist with his right hand, pressed his lips, and coughed a few times, his voice a little hoarse, "Qing'er is too busy recently, Fourth Brother... Fourth Brother doesn't want you to worry..."

Don't want her to worry?

Jiu Qing smiled faintly: "Fourth brother takes care of himself, so I naturally don't worry."

When Han Yu heard this, his eyes were slightly dim, but he nodded silently. After a long time, he said softly: "I will pay attention in the future and try not to let myself..."

"Your Highness, the prince was invaded by cold air, and he had suffered internal injuries before, so he was out of control." The doctor said respectfully, "The villain can diagnose the prince's symptoms, but the right medicine should probably be done by the imperial doctors. The villain dare not make decisions without authorization."

Cold invasion?

Jiuqing's eyes changed slightly, and a sharp color flashed across his heart. He glanced at Han Yu quietly. Seeing that he drooped his eyes and his lips were pursed a little white, but there seemed to be no surprise at all with this diagnosis.
Chapter completed!