People in the Qin Dynasty sought good fortune and avoided misfortune.

Chapter 115, The Crown Prince is often ill; you should encourage him.

Everyone in the room looked at the young eunuch, who was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground.

Han Qiancheng helped Han Yu up again. This time, Han Yu did not push him away. The two falls had taught him a lesson, and he had accepted the fact that his right leg was necrotic.

"Father," Han Yu said, his voice trembling slightly.

Seeing Han Yu's current disheveled appearance, King Han An sighed slightly and said to the young eunuch...

"Go and tell them that the Fourth Young Master is seriously ill and the Imperial Physician is treating him. Tell them to come back another day."

Han Yu spoke up as soon as Han Wang'an finished speaking.

"No, Father, since my elder brother and the general have come, it would seem pretentious of me to turn them away."

"Please allow me to tidy myself up before I go to meet with my elder brother, the Crown Prince, and the General."

Han Yu's eyes flashed with resentment. He knew that Crown Prince Han and Ji Wuye were there to laugh at him, and if he avoided them, they would only ridicule him more.

It was an undeniable fact that his right leg was necrotic, but he was unwilling to accept it. He believed there must be a way to cure it, and he was unwilling to fall like this on the road to becoming the King of Han.

"Alright." King Han sighed softly.

Xu Qing silently watched everything, seeing Han Yu being helped back to his bed.

Regardless of the circumstances, Han Yu's ability to emerge from the shadow of his limp so quickly, even if it's only on the surface, is commendable in itself.

Han Yu is similar to the Eighth Prince. They also experience emotional fluctuations when faced with setbacks, but their ambition quickly makes them cheer up again.

"But this is Korea, not the Qing Dynasty. Do you really think you still have a chance to get back on your feet?" Xu Qing thought to himself.

The stronger Han Yu was, the more interesting Xu Qing found it. He wanted to kill him by destroying his spirit, and since someone had set up a good group for him, he naturally wanted to join in.

He didn't want Han Yu to become completely despondent or even die, otherwise how could he let Han Yu slowly experience despair?
King Han waved his hand, and Xu Qing and the eunuch Han went out, standing at the door waiting.

"Imperial Physician, is there really no hope for the Fourth Young Master?" Han, the eunuch, asked in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"How could I dare lie before Your Majesty? The Fourth Prince's condition is beyond saving even by a god," Xu Qing said softly.

Who could have imagined that the once-powerful Fourth Prince would fall to such a state in the blink of an eye? With Han Yu now out of power, the attacks from Crown Prince Han and Ji Wuye have probably only just begun.

The eunuch glanced sideways at Han Yu in the room, his eyes filled with sympathy, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

Xu Qing also looked at Han Yu, thinking about how to make the struggle between Ji Wuye and Han Yu more intense and let the fire burn even brighter.

Inside the house, Han Qiancheng was helping Han Yu change his clothes.

Han Yu stared intently at his numb right leg, his face grim and his eyes flashing with cold light.

He knew perfectly well that there was nothing wrong with his body, and that his leg had suddenly developed a serious ailment; it must be that someone was plotting to harm him.

He offended quite a few people in order to build up his power, but the incident happened right after he wanted to use the Mo family to get rid of Ji Wuye. He knew without even thinking who it was.

Besides Ji Wuye, who else has such ability and means? Only Ji Wuye has such hatred for him.

He wanted to kill Ji Wuye, but Ji Wuye, in turn, made it impossible for him to become the King of Han.

"Ji Wuye, just because I can't become the King of Han, does that mean you'll have an easier time?"

Han Yu was burning with rage; he was determined to make Ji Wuye experience what he was going through.

Looking at Han Yu, King Han felt worried. Besides worrying about Han Yu, he was even more concerned about the situation in the Han court.

He feared that without anyone to restrain Crown Prince Han and Ji Wuye, the two would plot to force him to abdicate and oust him from the throne of King Han.

"No, we can't let the fourth brother fall now. We have to find a way to help him get back on his feet."

A glint of light flashed in King Han An's eyes, and he quickly came up with a plan.

"Fourth brother, don't worry, your leg will definitely get better. Even if it doesn't, it doesn't matter. Your talent is well-known, and I will not let it go to waste," King Han An comforted him.

Han Yu looked at King Han An, then at his own legs. What good is talent? Would you let a crippled person become the King of Han?

Although he was unhappy, Han Yu still forced a smile and said...

"Father, rest assured, I believe there are renowned doctors in the world who can heal my leg."

"That's the right way to think. Don't let a little setback get you down. You are the child I value and love the most, and you are also the one who is most like me."

Han Wang An looked sentimental, as if he were reminiscing about his younger self.

Seeing the genuine emotion in Han Wang'an's eyes, Han Yu was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected his father to say such a thing.

"The Crown Prince's health was already frail. Although the Imperial Physician saved his life from the last cold, the root of his illness was left behind. The Imperial Physician said that the Crown Prince's health..."

Before King Han could finish speaking, a look of disappointment and loss appeared on his face.

Upon hearing this, Han Qiancheng, who was tidying Han Yu's clothes, paused, glancing at Han Wang'an before looking at Han Yu. A glint of light flashed in Han Yu's eyes; the meaning behind Han Wang'an's words was clear, giving him a glimmer of hope after he had lost all hope.

"The Crown Prince is often ill; you should encourage him."

Han Wang'an gently patted Han Yu's shoulder, sighed, and turned to leave, giving Han Yu time to think.

Watching Han Wang'an leave, Han Qiancheng's face showed a hint of excitement, and he whispered...
"Four"

Han Qiancheng was interrupted by Han Yu before he could finish speaking.

"Don't say anything more. Your father didn't say anything today, and you didn't hear anything either," Han Yu said coldly, his expression grave.

"Yes."

Suppressing his excitement, Han Qiancheng continued to tidy Han Yu's clothes. Han Wang'an's words were almost a direct statement: the Crown Prince Han probably wouldn't live to ascend the throne.

Although Han Yu is lame, as long as King Han's heart is with Han Yu, they still have a chance to compete for the throne.

“My father, do you really still think I am the eight-year-old child I once was? Even a beggar on the street wouldn’t believe such a lie.”

Han Yu sneered inwardly; how could he not see through Han Wang'an's true intentions?

The claim that the Crown Prince is sickly and that you should encourage him is merely a pawn to lure him into continuing to control Ji Wuye.

He has contracted a serious illness, and once the news of his lameness spreads, the ministers and retainers he has cultivated over the years will likely leave him, and he will no longer be able to contend with Ji Wuye.

But when King Han An said those words to him today, he still hoped that he would continue to check and balance Ji Wuye. In order to ensure his strength, he would definitely delegate power to him.

Moreover, with Han Wang'an's words, he had a way to stabilize people's hearts and temporarily keep those around him in line.

"Who says a cripple can't be the King of Han? Once all the other eligible heirs are dead, do you have any other choice? If Duke Qing of Qi could become the King of Qi, why can't I become the King of Han?"

Han Yu's previously extinguished ambition reignited. He vowed to avenge his right leg and make Ji Wuye and Crown Prince Han pay the price they deserved.

Duke Qing of Qi was indeed lame, but Han Yu forgot that Duke Qing's lameness occurred during a battle with the State of Jin, when he was defeated and injured, not before he ascended the throne.

"Qiancheng, send word to find a doctor who is skilled in treating leg injuries. I will grant any request as long as my leg can be healed."

"Find skilled craftsmen and have them help me build a tool that can stand upright. Remember, not the craftsmen from the Mohist school."

"Send someone to search for some gifts at Qianlong Hall and then deliver them to Consort Hu."

Hearing Han Yu's order, Han Qiancheng breathed a sigh of relief; his godfather had finally rallied.

"Yes," Han Qiancheng replied.

After a long while, the door was opened again, and Xu Qing and the eunuch Han saw Han Wang An, Han Yu, and Han Qiancheng come out.

With Han Qiancheng's support, Han Yu walked slowly, trying his best to look like a normal person.

Han Wang'an's complexion improved considerably; Han Yu's renewed spirits had put him at ease.

"I am grateful to the Imperial Physician for his treatment. The Prime Minister is the pillar of our Han state, and his health cannot be compromised. I would be very grateful for your help," Han Yu said to Xu Qing.

Xu Qing understood Han Yu's implication that he should leave, but simply smiled faintly and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"I dare not accept your thanks, Fourth Young Master. It is because I am too ignorant to cure your illness. Please forgive me."

"This illness came on suddenly, and the Imperial Physician did his utmost. How could I possibly blame you?" Han Yu maintained his persona as a virtuous young master as he spoke to the trembling physician beside him.

"I would be grateful if you could help me with my treatment. I will pay you for the treatment and arrange a carriage to take them home."

When the group of doctors heard that Han Yu not only didn't blame them but also gave them their consultation fees and told them to go home, they were immediately excited and expressed their deepest gratitude to Han Yu.

"Thank you, Fourth Young Master, thank you, Fourth Young Master."

I have long heard of the Fourth Young Master's reputation for benevolence and virtue.

Although King Han An was somewhat displeased, he said nothing.

Seeing that Han Wang'an's expression remained unchanged, Han Yu became even more certain of his thoughts. The reason he was trying to win people over in front of Han Wang'an was to test Han Wang'an's views and attitudes.

Having achieved his goal, Han Yu said nothing more and, supported by Han Qiancheng, followed Han Wang'an toward the hall.

Han, the eunuch, nodded slightly to Xu Qing and followed him.

"Young Master Xian? Eighth Prince? The Eighth Prince's fate wasn't good."

Watching Han Yu's departing figure, Xu Qing sighed inwardly before following suit. Although he was a little disappointed that he hadn't witnessed the clash between Ji Wuye, Crown Prince Han, and Han Yu, he had more important things to do.

Now that Han Yu has rallied his forces, in order to stabilize morale and fight against Ji Wuye, he naturally craves Hu Meiren's help even more.

As the imperial physician, it's only natural for him to take a look at Consort Hu's health, right?

Then, going to Mingzhu Palace on the way and using the Tide Demoness to stir up trouble would be quite in line with his status as a favorite villain, wouldn't it?
(End of this chapter)