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Her gaze lingered for a moment on his overly pale face and his obviously frail figure.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm and emotionless: "Get up, Ziyu, judging from your complexion, are you feeling better now?"

Chu Ziyu lowered his head and answered respectfully, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. The imperial physician has treated me with great care and I am now fine. However, my strength has not yet recovered and I need some time to rest and recuperate."

"Ah."

The emperor responded noncommittally, tapping the armrest of the throne with his fingertips. "Now that you are well again, you must make up for the lessons you missed in the past.

I heard that when you were unconscious, Lin Shizi took great pains to take care of you, which is quite rare."

"Your Majesty, your teachings are true. Mr. Lin has truly saved my life, and I will never forget it."

Chu Ziyu's answer was flawless and he expressed his gratitude very naturally.

The emperor seemed satisfied with his attitude and spoke in a slightly more relaxed tone, "Since you appreciate my kindness, you should treat me well. Go back and sit down. Since you have just recovered from a serious illness, drink less wine to avoid damaging your health."

"Yes, I will remember my father's teachings."

Chu Ziyu then responded respectfully and slowly returned to his seat.

Throughout the whole process, he could feel the probing, evaluating, and even gloating gazes from all directions.

The emperor's question, which seemed caring but was actually distant and contained a warning, undoubtedly sent a signal to everyone: Although the third prince had recovered from his illness, the emperor might not attach much importance to him.

Lin Ci'an, who was standing by, saw it all.

When he saw Chu Ziyu's respectful, humble and weak appearance in front of the emperor, the hatred in his heart and a twisted pleasure were intertwined again.

(Chu Ziyu, so you have come to this day? In front of the supreme imperial power, you can only wag your tail and beg for mercy like this!)

Although the emperor's words "drink less wine" had a certain deterrent effect, causing some thoughtful old ministers to wait and see for the time being, there were always people who were not so tactful or had ulterior motives.

Soon, someone walked towards Chu Ziyu with a wine glass and a smile on his face.

"Your Highness has survived this great disaster, and will surely be blessed in the future! I offer a toast to Your Highness, and congratulate you on your recovery!"

"Your Highness looks much better. This is truly a cause for celebration. I salute you as well!"

"Your Highness..."

One person starts and everyone follows.

For a moment, Chu Ziyu's table became lively. Although he is only a prince now.

However, the rumor of "recovering from illness and regaining favor" was rampant, and coupled with some recent actions of Concubine Liu, many people felt that this was a good time to stir up trouble.

Chu Ziyu maintained a gentle smile on his face and accepted everyone who came.

He held the cup in his right hand and exchanged cups with others, while his left arm was always hidden in his sleeve. Occasionally, there was a slight unnaturalness in his movements, but he concealed it very well.

Only Lin Ci'an, who was closest to him, could vaguely hear the almost inaudible breathing that was suppressed by the pain in his injured area every time he raised his glass to drink.

(Pretend, keep pretending.)

Lin Ci'an watched coldly and sneered in his heart.

In his previous life, he was bewitched by this forbearing, tenacious and humble appearance.

Looking back now, I just feel it was extremely hypocritical. Every glass of wine he drank was like pouring oil on the fire of his hatred.

He was also toasted a few times in the name of his "merit in saving the prince."

Lin Ci drank woodenly, the drink tasted like chewing wax. All his attention was focused on fighting the pain brought by the memories and observing Chu Ziyu's performance. The gradually rising heat in his body was temporarily ignored.

After a cup of tea, he turned around and faced other people who might want to toast him. His smile was still gentle, but he raised his hand and gently pressed his temple.

His voice was filled with just the right amount of fatigue and apology: "I have just recovered from a long illness and cannot hold my liquor well. I'm afraid this is all I can drink. Please forgive me, gentlemen."

The crowd was not ignorant of tact and soon dispersed.

Chu Ziyu sat down again, still maintaining that slightly drunk and weak look, and spoke.

"Ci'an, your face seems a little red, but is this wine too strong? If you can't handle it, I'll ask someone to change it for you something lighter."

At this time, Lin Ci'an just felt dizzy and did not answer.

(Is my alcohol tolerance really that bad?)

Chu Ziyu's voice was not loud, just loud enough for a few people nearby to hear.

Everyone would just think that Lin Ci'an had a low alcohol tolerance and got drunk after just a few glasses of imperial wine.

——He was just "drunk", not drugged by anything terrible.

The palace banquet finally came to an end in an atmosphere that was prosperous on the surface but undercurrents surging inside.

The emperor left first, and his ministers respectfully saw him off.

Afterwards, the princes and nobles began to leave one after another.