The Empress of the Qing Dynasty is from the Northeast

All the palaces began to strictly manage their gates, including the Fourth Prince's palace. Except for those who came to buy things or to sell night-time incense, no one was allowed to enter or leave.

If someone comes to visit, they are only allowed to leave a note, the door will not be opened.

On the twelfth day, Yinzhen still hadn't returned.

Feng Sheng'e and Hong Hui had been studying in the front yard, but they hadn't seen their father for a long time and their minds were a little confused. They were discovered by the teacher and each of them was punished to write ten large characters.

Hutuli and Feiyang'a were both in Qingzhiyuan, and being young they also felt a little nervous.

Hutuli pulled Changning's sleeve and asked softly, "Mother, why hasn't Father come back yet?"

Changning had just received a letter from his elder brother and was still in a daze.

Fu Cha Changhua wrote to say that the emperor had stopped attending court meetings for some time, and that the palace had sent a number of people to secretly seek famous doctors among the people.

Famous doctor?

The emperor is seriously ill?

This was Changning's first reaction. Almost subconsciously, she thought of the fact that Kangxi had once suffered from malaria.

In the Qianqing Palace

"Is the emperor's father still burning?"

Prince Zhi came in hurriedly from outside. These days, he and several concubines had been arranging manpower and looking for doctors among the people.

The one who answered was the Third Prince, who also had a worried look on his face.

"I had a fever, but I kept shivering and complaining about the cold."

Fourteen could not hold back his temper: "What are those quack doctors in the Imperial Hospital doing? It's been almost half a month, and the Emperor's condition has not improved at all. In my opinion, they should be beaten with fifty sticks!"

Yinzhen frowned when he heard this. It was already this late and the Fourteenth Prince was just making trouble! Therefore, he didn't show him a good face.

"Old Fourteen, please sit still for a while! After the Crown Prince finishes taking care of the Emperor, we will have to take turns."

When Fourteen heard this, he wanted to curl his lips. The Crown Prince was only seeking fame and reputation. Was he the only filial son? They were just eating and drinking?

However, he did not have the courage to disrespect the prince in the Qianqing Palace, so he just muttered a few words in his heart.

Seeing this, the Eighth Elder hurried to smooth things over: "Fourteenth Brother is also worried about the Emperor, and his concern makes him confused."

Lao Jiu sat on one side, twirling the ring on his hand, looking very aggressive and someone who was not someone to be trifled with.

"In my opinion, the Imperial Hospital is useless. How long can this news be concealed? We should just spread the word and post a notice throughout the country. Anyone who can cure this cold and fever will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold!"

When these words were spoken, none of the brothers responded.

The emperor issued an order to block the news when he was conscious. Who would have thought that he was now in a fever?

Who dares to disobey the emperor's order?

No one dared, not even the prince.

Lao Jiu thought about these words several times in his mind. Seeing that his brothers remained silent, he looked directly at Prince Zhi.

"Brother, the prince is in there now, and you are the only one in charge. What do you think we should do? Have you searched for all the doctors in the capital? Is there any doctor who can help? The emperor's illness is getting worse day by day. If we delay any longer, who can take care of him?"

The Tenth Brother and the Ninth Brother have always been close friends, and now they also agreed: "Yes, big brother! The Emperor can't even attend the court, and those ministers are handing in memorials every day. The Nine Gates Commander has killed so many people that their blood has flowed like a vegetable market. If people continue to be so panicked, there will be no peace in the capital!"

Prince Zhi's eyes were gloomy, but he didn't say a word.

Yinzhen also felt a sense of suffocation in his chest.

When they were young, the emperor was always like a mountain. No matter whether it was the Three Feudatories, Oboi or Dzungar, it seemed that nothing could trap or stop him.

But now, this mountain that has always been towering is beginning to show signs of fatigue.

Originally, he was a little excited about his own ambition, but for the sake of father-son affection and the foundation of the Qing Dynasty, he absolutely did not want anything to happen to his father.

The Imperial Hospital had been treating the emperor for nearly a month, but they were helpless. Before the emperor lost consciousness, he summoned his sons to the palace in order to stabilize the situation and avoid civil unrest.

But now, who can step up to take over this huge mess?

Prince Zhi? Can he do it?

The brothers were all waiting for the eldest brother to speak. Yinzhen knew what was going on and wanted to say, let the news spread and post a notice across the country. Whoever can save the emperor will be promoted!

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't open his mouth.

The emperor is critically ill. Once the news spreads, many people with ulterior motives in the court and the country will be ready to take action.

Can he handle the old party of Prince Zhu San, the followers of the White Lotus Sect, and the covetous Dzungar Khanate?

Even with Mingzhu's assistance, Yinzhen did not have this confidence.

He is the Great Thousand Years Old of the Qing Dynasty, the Baturu of the Qing Dynasty, a born brave warrior, but when it comes to politics, he feels that he is no match for his opponents.

Already thirty years old, he is no longer a rookie, nor is he an ignorant child who thinks he can solve all problems as long as he can lead troops in battle.

He knew how deep and muddy the water was here.

Even his brothers...

Yinzhen looked at each of them one by one. His brothers were now looking at him eagerly, hoping that he would make the decision.

But how many people were hoping that he would come to the fore this time? How many people were hoping that his efforts would not bring him any benefits?

How many people are looking forward to him climbing high and falling hard?

Yinzhen suddenly felt a chill.

He never said it out loud.

But the next second, a sentence rang in everyone's ears.

"I am here to issue an order."

The brothers raised their heads which had been lowered, and a handsome and thin figure came out from the inner room.

The prince was only wearing a blue shirt. Although the fabric was of the finest quality, it was just a blue shirt. There was no complicated embroidery or borders, let alone the python embroidered on it that symbolized the prince's status.

But as he stood there, his posture was upright, like a bamboo or a pine tree, his face was as handsome as a jade, and he exuded an unprovoked aura of power that made people convinced.

Yinzhen was the first to react, and he quickly bowed: "I will obey the prince's order."

Yinreng nodded with a smile, then turned solemn and said to everyone: "The emperor has a fever, his lips are purple, his eye sockets are sunken, and he has a high fever. Now spread the news and seek talented people. Anyone who can cure this disease, I guarantee in my name as the crown prince of the Qing Dynasty, to reward the three clans generously!"

The resentment in Yinzhen's chest seemed to be released with the prince's words, and a surge of pride also arose.

The same is true for other brothers.

When the emperor is critically ill, it is only natural that the whole world should work together to save him.

If any villain dares to commit crimes, we will kill them if we encounter them.

Yinreng was not unprepared.

"Everyone, rest assured. Whether it's within the court or among the former dynasty's forces outside, once we find someone with ulterior motives, we would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go! Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. I trust you, brothers, you must keep a close eye on the gates of the Qing Dynasty!"

"Yes!"

This time the brothers answered in unison.

The ninth and tenth brothers looked at each other, and the fourteenth brother had a look of admiration on his face.

Prince Zhi had a complicated expression.