Getting Rich from Legend of Zhen Huan

After forty years, Liu Youyou, who was familiar with history, had goose bumps for the next twenty years. Kangxi ruled for sixty-one years, and the last one-third was the most difficult.

In the 41st year of Kangxi's reign, he organized another southern tour. However, when the team reached Dezhou, the crown prince fell ill due to acclimatization.

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Kangxi was looking anxiously at the imperial physician who was taking the prince's pulse. The prince was lying on the bed with a pale face.

Liang Jiugong tried several times to persuade Kangxi to isolate himself from the prince. What if the prince had an infectious disease? The emperor's health was the most important thing! But looking at Kangxi's face, he knew that he couldn't stay away from the prince. Liang Jiugong could only pray silently in his heart that the prince was just suffering from a simple inability to adapt to the local climate.

The imperial physician, who was being stared at by Kangxi the whole way, felt sweat dripping down his back, but he dared not make any unnecessary movements and could only examine the prince stiffly.

After a while, Kangxi urged, "Hasn't the prince's illness been diagnosed yet?"

With these words, Kangxi's eyes turned cold. The doctor did not dare to dawdle, not even wiping the sweat off his forehead. He lowered his head and reported to Kangxi: "Your Highness the Crown Prince has been vomiting and having diarrhea, and he is listless. He is ill because he is not used to the local climate and water."

Kangxi frowned. This imperial physician was so slow in his words. What was the point of him knowing the symptoms? What medicine should the prince take and how could he recover?

Liang Jiugong sensed Kangxi's displeasure and asked hurriedly, "Has the imperial physician written a prescription? Let's go and make medicine for the prince."

The imperial physician, who was bathing in Kangxi's dangerous gaze, looked at Liang Jiugong gratefully and said with embarrassment: "This disease is easy to treat, but the dragon boat is moving fast, which is not conducive to the prince's recovery."

Ah, this, Liang Jiugong felt embarrassed. Should he leave the prince in Dezhou to recuperate?

Kangxi calmed down and ordered: "Prescribe medicine first to relieve the prince's illness."

After saying this, Kangxi sat down next to the prince and touched his cheek with heartache. Because of his illness, the prince had lost a lot of weight and his cheeks were a little sunken.

The prince was confused due to illness. He felt the warmth on his face and tried his best to open his eyes. He saw a bright yellow figure and knew it was Kangxi.

The prince reluctantly rubbed Kangxi's palm, as if he had returned to his childhood, and softly said to Kangxi: "Father, I'm in pain."

This made Kangxi pause, and he hurriedly whispered: "Didn't you hear the prince say he was not feeling well? Go and boil the medicine."

The doctor wrote faster and handed the prescription to Liang Jiugong. Liang Jiugong took the paper with the ink still wet and went to watch the medicine boiled in person.

The prince got no response and continued to call Kangxi, "Father, Father..."

Kangxi felt as if needles were stabbing his heart, but he could only pat the prince gently and say, "Don't be afraid, Baocheng, your father is here."

With Kangxi's comfort, the prince calmed down a lot. Kangxi felt that time was passing too slowly, and he blamed Liang Jiugong in his heart, saying that this dog servant was not doing his job properly, and why was the medicine not boiled yet?

Perhaps hearing Kangxi's inner urging, Liang Jiugong finally came back with a bowl of hot medicine.

Kangxi helped the prince up and let him lean on his arms. He reached out and picked up the medicine bowl, took a sip himself to confirm the temperature.

This made Liang Jiugong horrified. How could the emperor taste it? He was glad that the medicine had already been tested by a young eunuch.

Kangxi had no energy to care about Liang Jiugong's panic. He was coaxing the prince to take medicine. The prince drank the small bowl of medicine cleanly and was gently put back on the bed.

Liang Jiugong went forward to take the medicine bowl, but saw Kangxi's hands were slightly red from being burned.

Liang Jiugong was shocked again: "Your Majesty, your hand, I will go get the ointment."

Kangxi waved his hand nonchalantly and fell into deep thought for a moment.

You have to know that the Southern Tour is not something that can be decided on a whim. It may take several years to plan a Southern Tour, and the manpower and material resources spent on it cannot be calculated at all. Moreover, Kangxi's Southern Tour was not a trip for fun like Qianlong's, but a trip to appease the South with political significance.

The prince was seriously ill, but the southern tour could not be delayed, so Kangxi had to leave the prince in Dezhou to recuperate. However, fearing that others would not be able to take good care of him, Kangxi summoned Suo Etu, who had retired to his hometown, to come and take care of the prince.

If this news spreads, who would not envy the prince's unique favor?

But Soetu was not so happy when he received the order. In the past, when Kangxi left the capital, he would leave the crown prince as regent, but now Kangxi took the crown prince with him wherever he went. Perhaps others would think that it was a sign that Kangxi trusted the crown prince, but Soetu could see it clearly that if the young tiger was not allowed to gain more experience, how could he roar in the mountains in the future?

But the most important thing now is to protect the prince. This is also the purpose of Kangxi summoning Soetu. Only Soetu wants the prince to be safe the most, and only Soetu will protect the prince at the risk of his life.

Soetu had been retired for several years. Perhaps because he no longer had to face the verbal sparring and intrigues in the court, the Soetu the prince faced when he woke up again was no longer the famous Prime Minister So, but an old man who cared about his nephew.

Although the prince had regained consciousness, he was still unable to get out of bed. He could only lean weakly against the pillow and watch Soetu busying himself for him.

Whether it was food to be eaten or medicine to be used for treatment, they were all tested personally by Soetu before being served to the prince.

The prince looked at Suo Etu, who had a head full of white hair and was still working hard for him, and said with guilt: "I have made my uncle work so hard."

Suo Etu disagreed and said, "Your Highness, you are a precious person. I am only trying to protect you."

The prince asked Suo Etu in a daze, "Was the person who tried to poison you a few days ago really sent by the boss?"

Suo Etu sat down beside the prince, put a thick coat on him, and said coldly: "Your Highness, you are the prince. If your brothers covet the position of prince, then they are no longer your brothers, but your enemies. How can you be merciful to your enemies?"

The prince didn't think of the brotherhood. How could he and the eldest prince be brothers? But the prince occasionally thought of the days when he played with the eldest prince when he was a child, and he still wondered how it had come to this.

However, he had too few happy memories with the eldest prince, and the prince only had a moment of uncertainty before he became the crown prince of the Qing Dynasty. After his political enemies took action, how could he not fight back?

So the prince said, "Uncle, it is not polite not to return the favor. We can't let the Prince of Zhi get too proud."

Suo Etu said politely, "It is said that the White Lotus Sect is rampant in the south. If you know the whereabouts of Prince Zhi, I believe you will not mind helping the Crown Prince."

The prince nodded. As for whether it was the real White Lotus Sect or the fake White Lotus Sect, they were all dead men and there would be no evidence. Who could find any evidence against them?