The ugly girl's nirvana, the disabled prince's love

Then, his thoughts drifted, thinking of the hardships his master had gone through in the past three years, he sighed repeatedly. He sincerely hoped that his master could be safe and sound, he had suffered too much in the past three years. Now the Crown Prince's wife helped him to detoxify, but the comfortable days had not lasted even two days.

They soon arrived at the palace gate. As soon as they got off the carriage, the eunuchs from the palace came to greet them.

Shen Yiran pushed Ren Jingzhi along the long palace road. The atmosphere around them was quiet and depressing. As soon as they stepped into the hall, they heard a shrill voice shouting: "The Crown Prince and the Crown Prince's Consort are here to see you——"

After the two of them bowed respectfully, before they stood up straight, the emperor asked with concern: "I heard that the prince was poisoned before, is he feeling better now?"

Ren Jingzhi bowed and replied, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. It's still the same. The poison has been attacking more frequently in recent days. The pain all over my body is unbearable. I have consulted many doctors, but they are all helpless. I am afraid that I don't have much time left."

The emperor frowned slightly when he heard this, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he said, "Don't be so pessimistic, my prince. I see that you look more rosy than before. I will ask Prime Minister Ren to continue to look for famous doctors all over the world to treat you. You should rest assured and recuperate, and don't give up on yourself."

When Shen Yiran heard this, he was shocked. Oh no, he was in such a hurry that he didn't have time to put makeup on his ice face. His complexion was much rosier now, which would be easily exposed.

Upon hearing this, Ren Jingzhi clasped his hands together, raised them, and leaned forward slightly to salute the emperor. However, as he was sitting in a wheelchair and had difficulty moving, the salute was a little difficult, but his eyes were still full of respect and gratitude for the emperor.

He said weakly, "Thank you, Your Majesty. I will take good care of myself and hope to recover soon.

I feel deeply sorry for the frequent relapses of my illness, which has alarmed so many people. If I can recover, I will do my best for Your Majesty and the country."

The emperor was still worried after hearing this and said, "Come here, call the imperial physician to take the prince's pulse."

Shen Yiran's heart suddenly tightened and beads of sweat instantly seeped out of her forehead. She knew very well that once the fact that Ice Face had been detoxified was exposed, the consequences would be disastrous.

She glanced around quickly, and when she was sure that no one's attention was on her, she quietly used her mind to summon a pill that could cause a person's heart and veins to become disordered and hid it around her waist.

While no one noticed, she slightly turned sideways, using her body to block other people's possible gazes, and then seemingly inadvertently blocked half of the prince's body, and using the cover of her wide sleeves, she quickly stuffed the pill into the prince's mouth and motioned for him to swallow it quickly.

After a while, a gray-haired imperial physician carrying a medicine box came in a hurry. He bowed deeply to the emperor, then walked quickly to the prince, looking focused and serious.

The imperial physician stretched out three fingers and gently placed them on the prince's wrist. He closed his eyes slightly and concentrated on feeling the beating of his pulse.

After a moment, the imperial physician frowned tightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to deepen. His originally peaceful face was now filled with worry.

He slowly withdrew his hand, bowed to the emperor again, and said in a slightly heavy voice: "Your Majesty, the prince's pulse is disordered and weak, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, with no regularity at all. The situation is really not optimistic.

In my opinion, the prince's condition seems to have changed again, and further observation and diagnosis are needed to determine the subsequent treatment method."

After the imperial physician finished speaking, the emperor's face darkened, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes as he looked at the prince.

At this time, the crown prince, who had been waiting for an opportunity, stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "Father, I remember something. There have been rumors recently that the crown prince's wife poisoned my third brother. This matter must be investigated."

It was then that Shen Yiran noticed the prince. He had a slender figure, a fair face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He looked handsome and elegant, but there was an unfathomable coldness in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Ren Jingzhi's hands gripping the wheelchair tightened involuntarily. His knuckles turned pale from the force and his hands trembled slightly. His brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to resolve this crisis.

The emperor was upset, frowned, and asked impatiently: "Oh? What evidence is there? Where did this rumor come from? Don't make up stories about the Crown Prince's wife based on just a few empty words."

The prince was very dissatisfied in his heart, but he still had a submissive look on his face and said, "Father, this matter concerns the reputation of the royal family. How can you make such a light statement?"

The prince's words were still echoing in the palace, and the emperor continued, "Besides, there is no solid evidence, so how can we easily convict the prince's wife? It's a rare opportunity that she didn't encounter an accident on her wedding night. It's a blessing that she can accompany the prince on this last journey."

The prince gritted his teeth, suppressed the anger in his heart, and responded, "Your son will obey the emperor's order." But his hatred for Ren Jingzhi and his wife grew deeper, and he secretly vowed to make them pay the price in the future.

Ren Jingzhi and Shen Yiran looked at each other, feeling grateful that the emperor did not listen to the prince's words and took his anger out on them. Their hearts finally settled down a little.

Afterwards, Ren Jingzhi pretended to cheer up and said, "Your Majesty has shown great grace in not blaming me and my wife. I will remember this in my heart. Even if I am seriously ill, I am willing to do my best for Your Majesty and this country."

The emperor looked at the pale-faced Ren Jingzhi and said, "The prince is unwell, please go home and rest early!" The couple hurriedly thanked him, and then slowly left under the gaze of everyone.

The emperor thought to himself: I don't know why, but I always have a special feeling towards the prince that goes beyond the relationship between monarch and subject, as if I were treating him like one of the several princes.

He rubbed his brows and pondered in his heart that the reason for this feeling must be that the prince is indeed a rare and outstanding talent, and he is cherishing his talent!

The emperor looked at the pale-faced Ren Jingzhi and said, "The prince is unwell, please go home and rest early!" The couple hurriedly thanked him, and then slowly left under the gaze of everyone.

The other ministers also dispersed, each with different thoughts.

The palace returned to its former tranquility, but beneath this tranquility, there seemed to be a coming storm.

Not long after Ren Jingzhi and the other man walked out, they were stopped by a maid.

The nanny bowed slightly and said, "Prince, Princess, the Imperial Concubine invites you both to follow me."

Ren Jingzhi and the Crown Prince's Consort looked at each other, wondering in their hearts, is it possible that things have gone wrong since entering the palace today? Could it be that the Imperial Concubine has also heard some rumors and wants to make trouble? Or is there a deeper conspiracy behind this? But at this moment, they can't afford to think too much, so they can only follow the nanny to the Imperial Concubine.