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"Go back and have a rest. I will take care of the rest."

Yinzhi could not hide his worry. He was about the same age as Yinzhen, and he had never seen him like this since he was a child, except for the time when he was poisoned a few years ago.

Yinzhen moved slowly with the help of a young eunuch. His limbs looked limp and powerless, but he insisted on walking back.

The people and officials on the street all saw him like this.

In the room, after Xiyu asked the young eunuch to leave, she turned around and looked at Yinzhen who was sitting in front of the bed, and they smiled at each other.

After several days of observation, Zhao Kuangsheng confirmed that Yinzhen's illness was just a sequelae of the plague, and the three of them were allowed to leave the city.

Although there was no plague among the team touring south outside the city, they were still taking medicine for prevention.

This plague lasted less than a month from its discovery to the finding of an effective cure to its end. It can be said to be the shortest plague in history with the fewest casualties.

Although it had been confirmed that the virus was not contagious, to be on the safe side, the three of them still tied triangular scarves around their mouths and noses and did not take them off when they met Kangxi.

"Your Highness, I pay my respects to you. May you be blessed with good health and happiness."

The three of them said in unison, and saluted together.

"You are still so weak, get up quickly."

Kangxi personally stepped forward and helped Yinzhen up, his eyes full of heartache.

"You three have worked hard this time. I will definitely reward you well when I return."

He looked at the three younger generations in front of him and felt very relieved. "They have all grown up and can share the burden with me."

Kangxi gently patted Yinzhen's shoulder and asked with concern: "Old Four, how do you feel now? Are you feeling any discomfort?"

Yinzhen bowed slightly and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Father. I am fine now. The doctor said I will recover after a few days of rest."

His voice was weak, he had dark circles under his eyes, and he looked very tired and listless.

"The three of you have made great contributions to the rapid cessation of the plague. Especially the fourth brother, you led by example and dared to go deep into the plague-ridden areas. I saw it all."

Kangxi's tone was full of praise. "I have already asked someone to clean up the tent. You can go back and have a good rest. The rest of the matter can be left to others."

"This is what I should do, it's not worth mentioning."

His tone was calm and his eyes were clear and calm.

The other brothers standing by had different feelings, but after so many years in the palace, they were able to remain calm.

After exchanging greetings, the brothers took their leave together and left Kangxi's tent.

This southern tour has come to an end, and I will probably be able to return to the capital soon.

In order to make the illness look more real, Yinzhen stayed in the tent every day and did not go out.

On the first day of April, the sun was shining brightly as the southern touring team finally left their base outside Huai'an City and wound their way across the land like a long dragon, slowly approaching the capital.

On the way back in the carriage, Xiyu also saw many rare sceneries in the north, which made up for the regret in his heart before.

As usual, Yinzhen painted many scrolls of beautiful scenery and took them back, but the difference from before was that there was a graceful woman in the paintings now.

Whenever the princes saw this fairy couple together, they felt sad and could not bear to see this scene.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Traveling with a large group was completely different from traveling with just a few people on fast horses.

The team's progress slowed down noticeably, and most of the time she was trapped in the stuffy carriage, unable to move freely.

Xiyu gently lifted the curtain of the carriage, allowing the breeze to blow into the carriage through the gap, dispelling the irritating stuffy air.

They each held a book in their hands and read it carefully.

The difference is that the content of the book is very different.

She was reading a storybook that Gao Wuyong had secretly bought from the city, titled "The Romantic Prince and the Charming Doctor".

Halfway through reading, Xiyu felt that her cheeks were as if they were roasted by fire, very hot, and they turned red involuntarily.

This book was somewhat different from the ones she had read before. The descriptions of the erotic scenes were extremely detailed, so detailed that she could not read the book calmly in front of others.

She held the book tightly in her arms, closed her eyes, and unconsciously began to flash through her mind - the prince who had just returned from the battlefield was in a carriage with his beloved woman, making love, and their clothes were flying...

"call--"

Xiyu let out a long breath and quietly leaned her head against the window, hoping that the incoming wind would blow away the floating thoughts in her mind.

But when she opened her eyes, she saw the elegant gentleman sitting quietly in front of her, sitting upright and meticulous, which was completely different from the ambiguous thoughts in her mind.

She looked at Yinzhen with burning eyes, and her eyes seemed to crush the stars in the sky.

Noticing that she had been restlessly tossing and turning by the window for a long time, Yinzhen turned his eyes away from the words in the book and asked, "What's wrong?"

The voice is deep and magnetic.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes full of concern.

Xiyu was absorbed in her thoughts when she suddenly heard this question. She couldn't help but shudder, and the notebook in her hand fell onto the seat.

The book was flipped open and stopped at the page she had just read.

No!

Her pupils suddenly shrank and she quickly bent down to pick it up, but a slender hand picked up the book before her.

Seeing her reaction so strongly, Yinzhen suddenly felt curious. He frowned and fixed his eyes on her, scanning her up and down.

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

When he raised his head again, his originally dark and deep eyes became even darker and deeper, and there was a hint of playfulness at the corners of his mouth.

Xiyu swallowed unconsciously as he stared at her, as if someone had stripped her underwear and seen through her completely. A hint of annoyance appeared on her flushed cheeks.

She leaned forward and tried to snatch the book back, but ended up falling into the other party's trap. Her waist was bound tightly and she couldn't break free.

"What? Give me back my book!"

Xiyu tried her best to lower her voice and spoke in an almost inaudible voice with a hint of anger and embarrassment in her tone.

She raised her head and thrust her body straight into the other person's eyes which were like the abyss. Her keen senses made her aware of a hint of danger.

There was a faint smile on Yinzhen's lips, and it seemed that he was not going to let go of the shy little person in front of him.