The princess is so powerful that the fish pond is full of people

Liang Chongyue felt severe pain in his body and wanted to sit down and wait for his scumbag father. Just as he took two steps towards the bed, he heard the slightly hoarse voice of his scumbag father coming from behind.

"Since you are here, come and pay your respects."

Liang Chongyue paused slightly, looked around, and confirmed that there were no other royal heirs here except her. Her scumbag father was talking to her.

In this era, ancestor worship was never allowed, no matter how favored she was. Did the sun rise from the west today?

Liang Chongyue glanced at the closed window and could only see that it was a little brighter outside than when she came in.

"Why are you still standing there? Come over here quickly, or do you want to keep the ancestors waiting for you?"

The scumbag father's tone was unfriendly. In other words, ever since the scumbag father threw the imperial edict to her last time, things between her and the scumbag father could never go back to the way they were before.

Liang Chongyue lowered his head to control his emotions. When he looked up again, only a hint of fatigue remained between his brows. He looked much better than when he came in.

Liang Chongyue walked up to his scumbag father, took the incense, lit it, kowtowed, and offered incense with skill and fluency, as if he had never done it before.

Insert the incense into the incense burner and watch the smoke curl up. With these tablets here, the Hall of Mental Cultivation becomes more solemn and dignified, and even taking a deep breath seems a little oppressive.

Liang Chongyue was very anxious on the way to the palace, but when she arrived at the Yangxin Palace, she saw that her scumbag father knew that the situation at the border had changed, but was not in a hurry. Instead, she felt calm and wanted to laugh. For a moment, she couldn't tell who was the master of this Great Xia.

Liang Zhan glanced sideways at Chongyue's pale face, and swept his eyes of dissatisfaction over the commander of the imperial guards. Soon, all the palace servants who had served in the Yangxin Palace early in the morning retreated.

Little Leo came in with two pots of hot tea. One pot was the refreshing tea that His Majesty often drank when he woke up in the morning after the winter came, and the other pot was the milk tea that Her Royal Highness the Princess drank most often.

The mellow aroma of milk wafted out, diluting the surrounding ambergris smell, and adding a touch of vitality to the solemn Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"My son, I send my regards to my father. Long live my father. Long live my father."

Liang Chongyue bowed deeply to her scumbag father and waited for a while. Since her scumbag father didn't call her to stand up, Liang Chongyue simply knelt down. At least it was less tiring than squatting all the time.

The scumbag father was drinking tea by himself. There was no one else in the Yangxin Palace. Liang Chongyue did not wait any longer and directly took out the urgent report that Ping An had risked his life to send back and held it in his palm:

"Urgent news from the border: a plague has broken out. The eagles that carried the message all died on the road before they could even leave Qizhou. I'm sure there must be a postman on his way back to the capital. If they're not dead, your father will receive this news in a few days."

Liang Chongyue grabbed the urgent report from the border and the translated text in his hands and raised them above his head. Due to excessive blood loss, Liang Chongyue was now exhausted. After raising his hands, he no longer had the strength to raise his head and talk to his scumbag father.

With her head lowered, she could not see her scumbag father's icy face. She knelt in front of his desk, with a desk between her and him. All the palace servants in the Yangxin Palace had left. If she did not deliver the things to her scumbag father, he would have to come and get them himself.

Liang Chongyue didn't believe that his scumbag father was not worried at all about such a serious matter as the outbreak of plague at the border.

While still counting in her mind, Liang Chongyue felt a warmth on her palm, and a warm hand took the two wrapped letters from her palm.

Liang Chongyue had just put down her hand and hadn't even looked up when she saw a black piece of clothing flash past her.

Liang Chongyue looked up and followed his gaze. The man standing in front of her was wearing the same black clothes and robe, the same silver-rimmed mask. His eyebrows and eyes were deeper than Jing Suiyang's, and there seemed to be a hint of frost in his eyes that could not be melted.

The urgent report had been taken away. Liang Chongyue's idea was dashed and he was unwilling to continue kneeling. He wanted to stand up directly, but unexpectedly, his eyes went dark and his body fell straight down before he could stand up.

"Chongyue!"

While she was fuzzy-headed, she seemed to hear her scumbag father calling her, and a pair of big hands holding her up to prevent her from falling too badly.

An Yi reached out in time to support the princess's fallen body. The princess, who had been responsive just now, suddenly lost consciousness.

An Yi instinctively reached out and touched the prince's wrist, feeling the prince's weak pulse. An Yi thought it was because he was not good at medicine. After all, the prince's pulse had been praised as strong by the imperial doctors in the hospital before.

From the moment Chongyue entered the Yangxin Palace with a pale face, Liang Zhan had been paying close attention to her condition. The moment he saw his daughter fall down, Liang Zhan jumped up from the dragon throne as if by reflex and walked straight towards Chongyue.

"Your Majesty, His Highness's pulse is weak. When I met His Highness in the palace a quarter of an hour ago, His Highness's Qi Qi wasn't in the right state. It seemed as if he was injured and didn't dare to activate his internal energy."

An Yi recalled the situation a quarter of an hour ago when he mistook His Highness for an assassin and chased him. He had fought with His Highness before, and he didn't know His Highness's true strength, but it was certain that His Highness was not in good condition today.

Upon hearing this, Liang Zhan immediately picked up the unconscious Chongyue and carried her horizontally, heading towards the side hall where Chongyue used to live.

"Your Majesty, the imperial physician has arrived."

An Yi followed behind His Majesty, and when passing by the gate of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, he happened to hear the voice of the leader of the imperial guards coming from outside.

"Come in."

After Liang Zhan finished speaking, when the door of the Yangxin Palace was opened from the outside, he had already carried Chongyue to the side hall.

After putting Chongyue on the couch, Liang Zhan put his hand on Chongyue's wrist. Everything was just as An Yi said. He thought Chongyue looked unhappy because she was suffering at the border.

Now he took her pulse himself, and it was obviously a pulse of deficiency of Qi and blood, as thin as a hanging thread, sometimes beating and sometimes disappearing.

Liang Zhan's hand rested on Chongyue's, and he became more and more anxious the more he examined her. He hadn't felt this way for many years since he ascended the throne.

Looking at Chongyue's face, which resembled the Queen by seven points, and the daughter he had raised since childhood, he was strict with her, had high hopes for her, and even...

As he was thinking, Liang Zhan's eyes became blurry for a moment, and he returned to the time when the queen was sitting on the bed crying for the child who had not yet been born.

"Your Majesty, could you please allow me to take your pulse?"

Since the imperial physician came in, he has been standing a few steps away from Her Royal Highness the Princess, observing her expression.

His Highness is already visibly weak, and the situation seems even more dangerous than the night when His Highness suddenly had a high fever that wouldn't go away.

The Chief Physician couldn't wait for His Majesty's order. He escaped danger last time because Princess Guangling was seriously ill. If something happens to His Highness this time, he, as the Chief Physician, may not have the same good luck as before.

The sooner he could diagnose the princess's pulse, the sooner he could discuss with his colleagues and prescribe the right medicine to save Her Royal Highness the Princess from danger.