"Fourth Emperor Brother!" Xuanyuan Yi used his light skills and quickly caught up with Han Yu who was in a hurry in front of him. When he walked to him, he realized that his face was very wrong and frowned, "Fourth Emperor Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Han Yu didn't speak, his mouth was pursed tightly, his blood faded, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Fourth Prince?" The Eighth Prince couldn't help feeling more and more uneasy. When he turned around, he realized that he was heading towards the palace gate. "Fourth Prince, there is still a palace banquet tonight..."

Is he going out of the palace and back home now?

Han Yu ignored it, or rather, his mind was in chaos now and he couldn't think about what Xuanyuan Yi said in his ear.

A noisy sound came from his ears, and his mind seemed to be hammered by a blunt weapon, making a wave of discomfort and pain. He couldn't wait to leave this place, so he involuntarily used his light skills, flashed his body and rushed towards the direction of the palace gate.

Xuanyuan Yi paused under his feet.

Looking at the figure that flew away like lightning, he slowly felt an ominous premonition in his heart. The Fourth Emperor Brother... seemed to be very wrong.

What exactly happened?

The worries became stronger and he was stunned for less than a moment, and then hurriedly chased after him.

No, he wants to go and have a look.

Han Yu's body could no longer support him in using martial arts. If Jiu Qing hadn't helped him heal his wounds today, he would not even be able to come to the palace, so the consequence of barely exerting light skills was to exhaust all his energy.

As soon as he entered the gate of the palace, the housekeeper came up and spoke in surprise: "Why did the prince come back so early..."

Han Yu's eyes turned dark and he suddenly lost consciousness.

"Prince!" The housekeeper was shocked and was about to reach out to help him, but a figure flashed suddenly in front of him. He reached out to pick up the fainting Han Yu, "Go to the imperial doctor Xuan in the palace!"

"Yes, yes!" The housekeeper turned his head and hurriedly called the guards, "Come on, go and invite the imperial physician! He said that the prince had a cold poison attack."

The guards took the order and left.

The housekeeper turned around and hurriedly entered, only to remember that the boy just now seemed to be... the eighth prince?

Xuanyuan Yi put Han Yu on the bed, his face looked ugly. Han Yu, who was lying on the bed, felt cold all over, his face faded in an instant, and his whole body was like an unconscious ice man, with no sign of life.

He was panicked and hurriedly put his palm on Han Yu's chest and continuously input the true energy into Han Yu's body, but he soon found that it was useless at all.

Han Yu's body is still cold, biting cold, like an ice sculpture.

His true energy did not work at all on Han Yu.

Xuanyuan Yi didn't understand what was going on. Hearing the hurried sound, he turned his head and looked at the anxious butler, "What's going on with the body of the Fourth Emperor?"

"The prince has been feeling unwell for a while." The housekeeper said, turning around and taking out a medicine bottle from the dark compartment behind the screen, pouring out a pill pill, walking to the bed, and stuffing the pill pill into Han Yu's mouth, "This is a medicine to protect the heart meridian, but it can only ensure that the prince's heart meridian is not eroded by the cold air, but it cannot wake him up."

Xuanyuan Yi looked at his movements and listened to what he said, frowned tightly, "How long has the Fourth Emperor Brother been sick?"

Cold erosion?

It’s just passed the middle of winter, is it a disease caused by winter?

"Reporting to the Eighth Prince, the prince has been sick for more than half a year."

Half a year?
Chapter completed!