Time Travel: Brothel Maid

In Chaoyang Palace, the emperor suddenly saw his dead son appear before him. He was so excited that he held his son's hand with tears in his eyes.

"I thought I would never see my son again. I don't know how to explain to the Imperial Concubine in my grave. I hope he is safe. I hope he is safe! Where have you been these days? I sent people to look for you, but there is no news at all."

Zhao Yunrong looked at the pair of hands covering the back of his hand. These hands had never touched him so intimately since his mother passed away early.

Zhao Yunrong concealed the coldness in his eyes, suppressed the sarcastic smile that was about to emerge from the corners of his mouth, and replaced it with a respectful and apologetic expression.

"Your Majesty, I am unfilial. I was attacked and kidnapped by an assassin. I have been imprisoned for days and cannot escape. Although I know that your Majesty must be very worried, I am at a loss as to how to pass on the message. This morning, I took advantage of the guards' carelessness and escaped. After washing up, I rushed to the palace to see you. Please take care of yourself and stop worrying about me. I am fine now."

The astute emperor looked at his son's slightly pale face, and a trace of doubt flashed through his mind, "My son has suffered, who is so bold as to secretly imprison a prince? Did you see the thief's appearance clearly?"

Zhao Yunrong looked helpless, as if he remembered some terrible scene, and shook his head, "Those people were covered with black cloth, and my son was unable to see the appearance of the thieves."

The emperor's suspicion grew, but he also comforted her, "My son, don't be afraid. I will definitely send someone to investigate and find out who is behind the murder."

Zhao Yunrong knelt down and said, "Thank you for your grace, father. However, I have a favor to ask, and I hope you will grant my request."

The emperor looked at his son kneeling in front of him. The joy of reuniting with his son gradually faded. An unpredictable light flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to have returned to his usual indifference and ruthlessness. He asked in a light tone, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Yunrong's sincere and firm voice came from the ground, "I ask your father to revoke the recent order to dismiss and investigate a number of officials, and also to revoke the appointments of officials to fill vacancies. I am fine now, please do not let unfounded suspicion affect the relationship between your father and your fourth brother."

The emperor never expected that Zhao Yunrong would make such a request, and he never expected that he would frankly state his intention for doing so. He did not care about the change of power in the court at all, but only cared about whether it affected the relationship between him and his son.

It is very much like the kindness of the Imperial Concubine.

The doubts in his heart disappeared a little bit, and his voice became a little softer. "My son is kind, but I have said what I want. How can I change my mind from one day to the next? No."

As he said this, he took a step forward to help Zhao Yunrong up, but unexpectedly, it seemed as if he touched his wound, causing him to let out a muffled groan.

The emperor saw that his face had turned even paler in an instant, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He seemed to be unable to bear the pain and was about to collapse. He was shocked and called out to the eunuchs around him, "Quickly call the imperial physician! Quickly call the imperial physician!"

The eunuch hurried out of Chaoyang Palace and ran to the Imperial Hospital.

A moment later, in the inner room of Chaoyang Palace, Zhao Yunrong's trembling body seemed to be in great pain. On his exposed back, a sword wound so deep that the bone could be seen was shocking. The wound, which had already turned white with pus and was dirty, was slowly turning blood red under the treatment of the imperial physician.

Doctor Jiang explained in a gentle voice, "I know that the Eighth Prince must be in great pain, but this wound must be cleaned, otherwise it will be life-threatening. I hope the Eighth Prince will be patient."

The emperor beside him was deeply distressed. He no longer had any doubts in his heart and spoke anxiously, "How could he be injured so badly? Doctor, is it possible to recover?"

Doctor Jiang bowed and replied, "The Eighth Prince's injuries are very serious. Because he was not treated in time, he has become festering. I will do my best, but..."

The imperial physician's hesitation made the emperor irritable and uneasy, "Just what! Tell me now!"

The imperial physician was startled by the emperor's sudden angry voice and said tremblingly, "It's just that I'm afraid it will leave ugly scars in the future."

The emperor then relaxed his expression and was about to scold the imperial physician for his incoherent speech when he heard a weak voice.

"Father..."

The emperor looked at Zhao Yunrong, who was sweating profusely due to the pain, and felt a rare sense of guilt for his suspicion just now. "What's the matter?"

"Father... don't worry, my son won't die from this injury."

The emperor felt even more distressed and softened. "What are you talking about? It's unlucky. With my protection, my son will be safe!"

As he was speaking, the eunuch came forward to report, "Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince wishes to see you."

The emperor's eyes sparkled and he snorted coldly, "He is well-informed."

Zhao Yunrong's words just now and the nearly fatal injuries on his body completely dispelled the emperor's suspicion that he had disappeared on purpose to strike a blow against the Fourth Prince.

After all, no one can be so cruel to themselves.

The emperor's suspicion now shifted to the fourth prince Zhao Yunye.

Was it because he wanted to eliminate dissidents and covet the throne that he murdered his own brother?

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they grow into towering trees.

"Rong'er, take good care of your wounds. Don't worry about the rest. Your father will do you justice."

Zhao Yunrong looked at the emperor's back as he left. His trembling body gradually calmed down, and there was no trace of weakness left. The corners of his mouth slowly raised up in an ambiguous arc, and mockery spread throughout his pupils.

The wound on his back was deliberately allowed to fester and fester. After applying medicine on the first day to make sure he would not die, he stopped taking the medicine on the second day. Under the premise of not endangering his life, he tried to delay the healing of the wound as much as possible, and even made it look as severe as possible.

Only in this way could his suspicious father believe his carefully fabricated lies.

I wonder if the enemy hiding in the dark is satisfied with his tactic of taking advantage of the enemy's opponent's strategy?

The news that the Eighth Prince returned safely shocked the court and the public. For a time, the court was in turmoil again.

The emperor bestowed lavish rewards, and the finest tonics and precious treasures flowed into the Prince Zunyi's palace like water.

He was also concerned about his son's injuries, so he specially issued an order to exempt the Eighth Prince from the ceremony of thanksgiving, and just let his son rest and recuperate in the mansion without having to worry about any complicated trivial matters.

The court officials secretly speculated on the emperor's intentions, and the scale in their hearts quietly tilted.

After hearing the good news her father brought back, Xie Mengwan, the eldest daughter of the Xie family, was almost in despair and collapse, but was instantly overwhelmed by ecstasy.

She couldn't help crying with joy, muttering to herself: "I know that Brother Rong will never abandon me..."

Before he finished speaking, he hurried out of the house, called for a sedan chair, and went straight to Prince Zunyi's palace.

Xie Zhijin looked at his favorite daughter's anxious back, thinking about the emperor's change of attitude, and rarely did he stop her. He just shook his head and sighed, "Girls can't be kept when they grow up!"

Xie Mengwan entered the Zunyi Palace without any obstruction. When the servants in the palace saw her coming, they all showed a look of understanding, knowing that this Miss Xie must be here to look for their prince who had just returned from missing.

The prince has always treated Miss Xie differently, so the servants naturally treat her with great respect, as if she were half a master.