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The eunuchs hurriedly dragged the wet, cold body ashore.

The young emperor had his eyes tightly closed, with beads of ice condensed on his long eyelashes. His face was a terrifying pale blue, his lips were purple, and he had already lost consciousness.

However, when the imperial physician who arrived after hearing the news frantically tried to rescue him, pressing his chest and trying to make him spit out the lake water he had choked on.

After a lot of trouble, Chu Ziyu suddenly coughed up a few mouthfuls of lake water, his eyelashes trembling violently, and he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were empty and unfocused, as if he had not yet figured out where he was.

But then his head tilted and he fainted again, falling into a deep sleep.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The imperial physician checked his breathing and pulse in panic, his voice trembling.

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and Lin Ci'an strode to the side of Chu Ziyu. The hem of his dark robe was barely noticeable with the dust, mud, and snow that were kicked up when he was running. His breathing rate was half a second faster than usual.

He slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand.

He briefly touched Chu Ziyu's cold cheek and neck with the back of his finger.

Confirmed that the weak pulse and breathing were indeed present.

He took off his complicated black robe embroidered with gold patterns and wrapped it around Chu Ziyu.

After doing all this, he picked the man up steadily. The young man's head rested weakly on his chest, and the cold wetness instantly soaked through his dark clothes.

But he staggered a step, and Lin Ci'an realized that he was shaking.

"Doctor Liu, follow me."

Chu Rui, who had been watching coldly with an expression of "shock" and "worry" on his face, flickered a few times when he saw this.

He followed behind Lin Ci'an very tactfully, keeping a distance from him.

He knew he had to keep up.

No matter what the truth is about Chu Ziyu falling into the water, he was at the scene.

Given Lin Ci'an's suspicious and cruel nature, he would definitely conduct a thorough investigation afterwards and would never let go of any suspicious points.

Rather than being passively pulled out for questioning, or even being taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives, it is better to take the initiative and seize the initiative.

By carefully disguising his "concern" and "attempt to rescue", he might be able to gain an impression of "loyalty" in front of the regent.

Doctor Liu followed Lin Ci'an and talked about Chu Ziyu's condition.

"Your Majesty... You caught a cold after choking on water. Thankfully, you were rescued in time and are no longer in danger... However, the cold has entered your system, so you will need to take good care of yourself... I will prescribe some cold-relieving medicine for you later."

Chu Rui listened while following behind with his head lowered, thinking rapidly in his mind how to "reply" later so as to completely clear himself of the blame, and perhaps even... get some benefits for "saving the emperor".

Inside the bedroom, the charcoal fire burned fiercely, dispelling the winter chill, but it could not dispel the invisible low pressure.

The palace servants skillfully but cautiously changed the unconscious Chu Ziyu into dry and warm pajamas, and carefully fed him a dose of boiling hot cold-relieving medicine.

After doing all this, he lowered his head and held his breath, wishing he could shrink into the wall.

The young man on the bed was still pale, but a faint trace of blood had finally returned to his lips, and his breathing had become much steadier. He was just deeply asleep, with his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was still trapped in a nightmare.

Lin Ci stood quietly beside the bed, casting a huge shadow that completely covered the person on the couch.

He lowered his eyes to Chu Ziyu's face, and no emotion could be seen.

It was not until Imperial Physician Liu came forward again and carefully took the emperor's pulse and confirmed that his majesty's condition was temporarily stable that Lin Ci'an slowly raised his eyes.

Chu Rui suddenly took a step forward before Lin Ci'an could speak.

His face was filled with just the right amount of fear, guilt, and worry, and his voice was tinged with a hint of "panic" and sobs. He spoke first, but he had already polished every word in his mind countless times.

"I entered the palace today, intending to pay my respects to the Queen Mother. Passing by Taiye Lake, I happened to see Your Majesty standing alone on the shore, looking... somewhat melancholy."

Lin Ci'an's fingers in his sleeves curled up slightly, almost imperceptibly.

(Depressed? Distracted?)

An extremely subtle thought, one that he even tried to ignore, quietly surfaced like a dark thorn under the water.

Could it be... that I have been pushing myself too hard recently?

This thought brought with it an extremely strange and stagnant feeling of discomfort.