The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

“Am I that high up?”

"Of course, the prince is the foundation of the country and cannot be easily shaken."

Just as Cheng Youning was distracted, the medicine in Yan Shizhao's hand sprinkled heavily on Cheng Youning's buttocks. Cheng Youning gasped in pain and let out an unbearable hissing sound from his mouth.

On the other side, the old butler stood beside Wan Lianxing and reported: "Your Majesty, don't worry about it. The Crown Prince has been settled in Ningxin Pavilion. I just asked Lord Yan, and he was seriously injured and bloody."

Seeing that Wan Lianxing didn't say anything, the old butler continued, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is very strong. He was so badly injured, but he didn't cry when the medicine was applied!"

"Cry? He still has the nerve to cry. He is so unruly and will never learn to bow his head. He will suffer a great loss sooner or later!"

"But Your Majesty, fifty strokes of the cane are indeed a bit heavy. Even an adult man cannot bear fifty strokes! Not to mention a child of eight or nine years old. Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his body is strong!"

"Hmph, I don't know how powerful the big stick is. One stroke from a hard blow can cripple a person, and three strokes can kill a person. If it is handled normally, Cheng Youning will get at most ten strokes. But who would enforce the law impartially and actually beat Cheng Youning? The stick looks powerful when it is swung, but when it hits Cheng Youning's butt, it only has 30% of its strength. Otherwise, the strokes he has received since he was a child would be enough to kill him ten times. It's you who are good at handling things and understand my thoughts!"

What Wan Lianxing said was true. No one dared to kill Cheng Youning. Even if he was punished with a hundred strokes of the cane today, Cheng Youning's life would not be in danger.

"As servants, we will secretly presume to guess the emperor's intentions. If anything happens to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the servants will be the ones to suffer. So most servants will read the emperor's words and expressions! But Your Majesty, Yan Shizhao said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a fever. Would you like to go and take a look?" The old butler could see that Wan Lianxing was in a bad mood today, for no other reason than that he was mad at Cheng Youning. However, he still wanted Wan Lianxing to go and see Cheng Youning.

"Didn't he have a fever the night after being beaten? How come he has a fever right after being beaten?"

"Your Majesty, today is different from the past. I just heard from Qiao Rong that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a fever when he came back from the mountain, and it was quite severe. So I think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's disrespect today may be related to the fever. Just like what the Crown Prince's Consort said, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince may have been talking nonsense!"

"Don't comfort me, the nonsense he said unintentionally is what he really thinks! The way he jumped up and down talking to me today was as if he had made an enemy of me. Why are you still making excuses for him when he is so ungrateful!"

"Your Majesty, I'm going to say something I shouldn't say. The prince is less than nine years old and is used to freedom. He will definitely not be used to being restricted like this. Also, the prince's mansion is not a place for an eight or nine-year-old child to live. An underage prince should be raised in the palace and can only move out of the palace after he reaches adulthood. Besides, the prince has no relatives around him, only some servants to serve him, so it's understandable that the child would resist. Your Majesty, since the Ningxin Palace was built for the prince, why not let the prince settle down in the Ningxin Palace completely, so that he doesn't have to travel back and forth day and night."

"Going out early and coming back late is considered running around? But if he goes up the mountains and down the river to have fun every day, it's not running around!"

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is already very hardworking. What I think is that if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince moves to the palace, then with you, the Royal Grandfather, by his side, the Crown Prince will be much more obedient!"

"Humph, the person he hates the most right now is me, and he wants to turn against me. I have decided to let him live in the Prince's Mansion. He won't cry until he sees the coffin, and his mind needs to be tempered."

"Your Majesty, it's fine for the Crown Prince to continue living in the Crown Prince's Mansion, but in my opinion, he should be excused from the morning court session!"

"impossible!"

"Your Majesty, don't I say that since the crown prince was appointed, you have been summoning ministers to the palace for court meetings every day. Isn't this a bit too much?"

"Old housekeeper, do you think I did this on purpose to make Youning suffer?"

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not. How could I possibly use the civil and military officials to play with him? Do you really think I'm a tyrant?"

"Then how come the court meetings returned to normal in the past few days when the prince went up the mountain to hunt?" The old butler didn't quite believe what Wan Lianxing said.

"What a coincidence! Look at the pile of memorials. I don't have that much free time. Please leave!"

"Your Majesty, aren't you going to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

"No need to read it!" Wan Lianxing picked up the memorial he had just put down and continued reading it.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Wan Lianxing, the old butler gave up trying to persuade him. He shook his head helplessly and left. Each of them had a stubborn temper, one more stubborn than the other, and they wouldn't listen to anyone's advice. He just worried about nothing.

At night, the old housekeeper appeared again, and Wan Lianxing was wearing white brocade pajamas and ready to go to bed.

"Your Majesty, you should go see the prince!"

"Is the fever gone?"

"Not only did the fever not go down, but he started talking nonsense, crying, making a fuss, singing, and shouting. The palace maids were all terrified!"

Upon hearing this, Wan Lianxing did not even bother to change his clothes. He put down the book in his hand and strode towards Ningxin Palace. His steps were steady but a little anxious. The old butler followed closely behind him.

In a quarter of an hour they arrived at Ningxin Palace where Cheng Youning was.

As soon as I stepped into Cheng Youning's room, I heard Cheng Youning singing in a hoarse voice.

Wan Lianxing paused, but then walked in. Why was this kid still singing? It seemed that he was really crazy due to fever, otherwise this kid would not dare to sing openly even if he had ten times the courage.

Several imperial doctors and palace servants were standing beside the bed, while Qiao Rong was sitting on the bed, sweating anxiously, and pressing the water-soaked cotton handkerchief in his hand tightly on Cheng Youning's forehead.

"How is Youning?"

"Your Majesty, I am guilty of not serving His Royal Highness the Crown Prince well! Please take a look at what's wrong with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? It's as if he can't hear anything when I talk to him, and he can't be woken up even if I call him. He has been talking nonsense for a while!" Qiao Rong had already been frightened by Cheng Youning's appearance, but this time he did not suspect that the man was possessed by evil spirits.

"Doctor Li, please tell me what's going on!"

"Your Majesty, the prince is delirious due to the fever and needs to be cooled down!"

"That will cool it down!"

"Your Majesty, the medicine has already been given to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. All we can do now is use a cotton towel to reduce the temperature!"

Qiao Rong said: "Your Highness the Crown Prince burned too hot. I rinsed the cotton towel many times but it didn't solve the problem!"

Wan Lianxing said: "I am coming!"

Qiao Rong hurriedly gave up the seat at the head of the bed and let Wan Lianxing sit there instead.

Looking at Cheng Youning's half-open eyes, still humming, Wan Lianxing used his hand to test Cheng Youning's body temperature, and it was indeed hot. "Grandson, stop singing, or I'll punish you if you continue!"