Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Today the sky cleared up after the snow, and behind the heavy lead-gray clouds there were a few patches of blue sky.

Yue Ran first went to visit Yue Yuan and Ning Xin.

Yue Yuan was supported by a servant and sat in a wheelchair. He stretched out his hands with the backs of his hands facing upwards, holding half a bowl of water on his shoulders. He gritted his teeth and his face was red.

"Ranran, does this Miss Ning dislike your father?"

He has seldom exercised since he broke his leg.

Ning Xin said early in the morning that he was not active and if he didn't move, his muscles and bones would recover even more slowly.

Although Yue Yuan complained, he knew in his heart that Ning Xin was right.

Yue Ran pursed her lips and smiled, squatting beside Yue Yuan and looking up obediently:

"Father, you must cooperate with the treatment. Whether your daughter will be bullied in the future depends entirely on your health."

When Yue Yuan heard this, he was like a chicken with its blood pumped up. His eyes widened and he exhaled and spoke:

"Isn't it just holding water? I can hold on for another hour!!"

Yue Ran smiled and nodded, then stood up to look at Ning Xin. Ning Xin stuffed a piece of paper in front of her, which was filled with medicinal herbs:

"You came just in time. The palace pharmacy was burned to the ground. I have already written a prescription for the prince. If you are okay, go get the medicine."

Yue Ran took the prescription in a daze. She was dazzled by the names of the medicines. Her father actually needed so many medicines?

Ning Xin frowned again, grabbed her sleeve, leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"I noticed that the set of golden needles that the prince left in his own bedroom were also smeared with medicine. Please be careful to bring back a new set of golden needles. Pay attention to my prescription. Read the second word of each medicine in order. That's the medicine I really need."

No matter how honest this girl was, she discovered that there were undercurrents and crises in the Dingbei Palace.

Poor King Dingbei, the only person he can trust is probably his daughter Yue Ran.

Yue Ran calmly put the prescription into his sleeve and bowed respectfully to Ning Xin:

"I am grateful for your kindness. My father will be in the hands of Miss Ning."

Before leaving the house, Yue Ran took some time to meet Concubine Liu.

Not long after, she left Concubine Liu's courtyard.

Yue Zihuan's servant Jindou hid behind the rockery and watched Yue Ran's figure disappear into the distance before he quietly left.

Not long after he left, the door of Concubine Liu's courtyard opened and two maids came out. They stared at Jindou's back from afar, exchanged glances with each other, and followed him.

Qiyun Pavilion.

Yue Zihuan sat in his study, practicing calligraphy. His handwriting was elegant and powerful, and this was what he was most proud of.

Since he was young, the old princess and his mother had trained him as the heir to the palace. Although they encouraged him to study, they did not allow him to take part in the imperial examinations.

The old princess' favorite thing to say is:

"My Zihuan will inherit Dingbei Palace and become a prince in the future. Why would he participate in the imperial examination? Wouldn't it be degrading to try to climb up with those who don't have the support of their ancestors?"

Influenced by this concept, Yue Zihuan also looked down upon the imperial examination.

However, he is already twenty-one years old this year, and his father is still reluctant to confer the title of Crown Prince on him. Even if he is not anxious about his future, his marriage has been delayed for several years.

At that time, the old princess and my mother were very picky and were not interested in the noble ladies of marriageable age in the capital.

At that time, my mother took a fancy to Zhao Lanyin, the granddaughter of Prime Minister Zhao Jisi, and persuaded the old princess to propose marriage to him after some sweet talk.

The old princess also felt that Zhao Lanyin was barely worthy of her grandson, so she took an intermediary to the Prime Minister's residence to mediate.

Unexpectedly, after hearing the old princess's intention, the prime minister's wife just smiled and called Zhao Lanyin out to meet the old princess.

Yue Zihuan was following behind the old princess at the time and saw with his own eyes Zhao Lanyin walking out slowly, holding the hands of two maids. Before she could say a word, she coughed for a long time.

The old princess' smile finally faded after Zhao Lanyin coughed for almost half an hour, and she stood up and said goodbye on the spot.

When they returned to the palace, the old princess scolded her mother harshly:

"You picked and chose, and finally picked a sickly person for me. Zhao Lanyin can be blown down by a gust of wind. If she gets married, how can she help Zihuan to have children?"

It would not matter if the matter ended like this. He just felt a little regretful that Zhao Lanyin, such a beautiful and elegant woman, had such a poor health. He really could not marry her.

What made Yue Zihuan feel deeply humiliated was that one month after the palace proposed the marriage, Zhao Lanyin matched her horoscopes with the son of Guanglu Dafu and got engaged.

Half a year later, Zhao Lan happily became a bride, and gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, the following year.

At this point, there was nothing Yue Zihuan didn't understand.

That Zhao Lanyin didn't like me at all and was just pretending to be sick.

After all, just because he was a bastard's son, his father did not ask for the title of Crown Prince for him.

Father, look down upon this bastard.

Yue Zihuan lowered his eyes and concentrated, his wrists were not moved at all, and a Heart Sutra on the paper was about to be completed.

Xiaolou once said that the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children is the greatest injustice in the world.

When parents treat their children, they should not only consider whether they are legitimate or not, but also consider their character and talents.

"Cousin, Xiaolou believes that one day the prince will see your talent and know that you are the best candidate for the crown prince."

Feng Xiaolou's voice echoed in his mind from time to time, calming his mood from the violence.

Jindou entered the study room and stood aside with his head bowed, not daring to disturb Yue Zihuan from practicing calligraphy.

After Yue Zihuan put down his pen and leaned back in his chair, he slowly spoke:

"What's going on with father today? What is Yue Ran doing?"

Jindou quickly replied:

"My Lord, the prince has started to exercise his muscles today, and the princess has been called by the doctor Ning to get some medicine."

"By the way, the princess went to see Concubine Liu before leaving the house, but I didn't dare to go near Concubine Liu's yard, so I don't know what they talked about."

Yue Zihuan had a gloomy expression, his eyes were deep and sharp, flashing with an imperceptible cold light.

The palace pharmacy was burned down, so the female doctor had to get new herbs to treat the king's father.

He had to know what medicine was prescribed and try to send it to Xiaolou when the time came.

"Go out of the house and find someone to steal the prescription. No matter what method you use, you must see the contents of the prescription."

Jindou showed an embarrassment on his face. The prescription was in Yue Ran's hand. Even if he had the courage of a god, he would not dare to snatch things from Yue Ran.

Yue Zihuan glared at him with a look of dismay:

"Useless stuff! Don't you know to wait for Yue Ran to get the medicine and leave before asking the clerk who dispensed the medicine?"

Jindou's face lit up with joy and he quickly bowed and retreated.

Yue Zihuan closed his eyes tiredly.

Yue Ran had made drastic changes to a lot of people in the palace, and now the only ones he could use were Jindou and his few servants.

Now Yue Ran brought Ning Xin into the palace. What he and his mother had been planning for five years was now ruined.

Yue Zihuan's face was as gloomy as water, his fists were clenched together, and his back teeth were biting hard.

How could he be willing to accept this? If Yue Ran hadn't intervened, he and his mother would have succeeded by now!

Once his father fell into a coma and the Dingbei Palace was leaderless, Emperor Shengwen would inevitably appoint him as the crown prince.

He was just a little bit away from that step.