Shock! The maid in the Marquis's mansion gave birth to the eldest son of the prince

Tongshu understood and ran downstairs as fast as he could.

"Mo Yan..." Pei Jin's eyes were blurred, and one hand tightly grasped Mo Yan's arm. He didn't know where the strength came from, so he spoke with difficulty, "Give me the medicinal wine, I have something important to do. If I miss this opportunity, there will be no chance."

Mo Yan's hands were trembling and he just shook his head silently, not daring to look at him.

Pei Jin had been busy day and night recently, and his body had long been exhausted. His headaches, which used to occur only once in a long time, suddenly became frequent recently. Every time they occurred, he had a splitting headache and rolled on the ground in pain. He had to drink some medicinal wine brought from Northern Xinjiang to get better.

But later he gradually realized the seriousness of the problem. There was only one small bottle of medicinal wine left. If he drank it all, he would have no medicine for his headache in the future.

Moreover, Pei Jin discovered that the effect of this medicinal wine did not seem to be as effective as before. Drinking a little would have no effect at all. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself when the disease flared up and drink up the medicinal wine in one breath. Then he gave the medicinal wine to Mo Yan and told him not to give it to him unless it was absolutely necessary.

In fact, the last time he had a high fever, Doctor Hu had already discovered his abnormality and told him to take a good rest, otherwise his old illness might really relapse and the poison might attack his heart.

"Go, quickly, I can't hold on any longer..." Pei Jin begged in a low voice, "Go quickly..."

He hugged his head, his whole body limp, tears and snot flowing uncontrollably.

"Young Master, Young Master, please bear with it a little longer, and perhaps you will be able to get through this." Mo Yan's face was filled with tears. He climbed up, took Pei Jin's handkerchief from the table and wanted to stuff it into his mouth, but Pei Jin clenched his teeth and refused to speak.

"Master, Miss Su and the young master are still waiting for you to find them! Master, you must hold on. I have asked Tongshu to go to your study to find the medicinal oil left by Miss Su. Maybe it can help relieve your headache." Mo Yan whispered in his ear over and over again.

The prince strictly ordered them to keep the matter a secret, not even to tell Madam Wang, because he was afraid that if Madam Wang knew about it, she would not let the prince go out again, and would even ask the imperial physician to treat him. In this case, the prince would not be able to go to Miss Su and the young master again.

"Young Master, Young Master, you must not fall asleep." Mo Yan tried hard to lift his chin and stuffed the handkerchief into his mouth until he bit the handkerchief tightly.

Seeing him in such pain and suffering, Mo Yan turned his head away and couldn't bear to look at him again. He remembered what Pei Jin said when he was sober, that he must not be allowed to drink medicinal wine unless it was absolutely necessary.

Tong Shu ran up breathlessly, opened the medicine bottle in his hand, poured out a few drops of medicine oil, and applied it on Pei Jin's forehead.

At this moment, Pei Jin had completely fallen into a coma, with his hands waving in the air as if he was trying to grab something that didn't exist.

Mo Yan wiped his hands with tears in his eyes and struggled to put his hands flat.

"Young Master, don't move." Mo Yan whispered while pressing his fingers on Pei Jin's temple, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily.

Gradually, the sweet and refreshing scent of the medicinal oil emanated, and Mo Yan felt his palms were warm. The bulging blue veins on the prince's forehead seemed to soften, and his rapid breathing became slightly smoother.

"Young Master, are you feeling better?" Tong Shu asked in a low voice anxiously, holding a lantern.

After a while, Pei Jin made a very slight "hmm..." sound.

"Young Master, you're awake!" Tong Shu quickly took the handkerchief out of Pei Jin's mouth, looked at Mo Yan, and both smiled with joy.

"I'm much better..." Pei Jin's voice was weak, and his tightly closed eyes opened slightly.

"My Lord, you scared me to death." Mo Yan said while choking.

Pei Jin forced a smile, "I'm fine, help me up."

Mo Yan carefully helped Pei Jin up and sat him down beside the table.

Tongshu poured a cup of warm tea and brought it to Pei Jin's lips. He took a sip and moistened his lips.

His memory seemed to stop at a certain moment. Apart from the pain, his mind was filled with the images of Chan Yi and An Er crying and calling him.

"What time is it now?" Pei Jin asked.

"It's just past three o'clock in the morning. It's still early. Why don't you rest here for a while, Young Master?" Mo Yan advised in a low voice. He knew that after each attack of severe pain, the Young Master's body would be extremely weak, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

"Okay." Pei Jin answered in a low voice and slowly closed his eyes. But he kept thinking in his heart that if he continued like this, he might not have the energy to look for Chan Yi and An Er. Thinking of this, he felt hopeless.

Seeing that he seemed to have fallen asleep, Mo Yan and Tong Shu extinguished the lanterns in their hands.

A waxing moon hung in the sky, looking particularly desolate.

Mo Yan's eyes were filled with tears, and he prayed in his heart that the prince could find Miss Su and the young master as soon as possible, so that he would be willing to go and treat the illness.

In the silent night, the flickering lights flickered.

Pei Yunshan was half lying on the bed with a gloomy face, and sitting opposite him was Pei Xun, who had a look of despair on his face.

The two of them had been locked up in Haitang Courtyard for two whole days. This room was Liu Wan'er's bedroom. The room was still decorated with flowers and willows, but the walls were covered with white gauze. In front of the bronze mirror on the dressing table were the tablets of Liu Wan'er and Pei Yun. The whole room was filled with the smell of incense, making the bedroom look even more weird and scary.

"Father, father..." Pei Xun suddenly stood up, waving his hands. He couldn't see the surroundings clearly, so he had to grope his way towards the door step by step.

"Xun'er, stop, be careful not to bump into things." Pei Yunshan had no choice but to get down from the bed and grab his sleeve.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat. I'm hungry, I want to eat." Pei Xun muttered to himself towards the door like a puppet.

"Xun'er, this time they have tricked us." Pei Yunshan sighed and said in a hoarse voice, "But don't worry, Pei Jin doesn't dare to kill me. After all, I am his father. As long as he doesn't kill me, I will definitely save you."

"Father, I'm hungry..." Pei Xun turned around woodenly, with no emotion visible in his empty eyes.

"Bear with it a little longer." Pei Yunshan was also very hungry. He had already looked around, but there was not even a little food in the room.

"I want to eat, I want to eat! Someone, bring us food!" Pei Xun seemed to be stimulated and suddenly shouted angrily. He excitedly shook off Pei Yunshan's hand and rushed forward. Because he was blind, he stumbled along the way and kicked the chairs and stools to the ground.

"Xun'er, don't move." Pei Yunshan said anxiously.

"I want to eat, I want to eat! Don't even think about starving me to death! I'm going to kill you all!" Pei Xun, who had been hungry for two days and two nights, shouted madly and banged the wall hard.

"Xun'er, Xun'er." Pei Yunshan couldn't catch him at all, and was pushed madly by him and fell to the ground.

The door creaked open.

In the dim light, two little girls walked in with trays and expressionless faces.