The daughter of the emperor is beautiful and holds the power over the world

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

Before the emperor stepped into the courtyard, he heard bursts of low, suppressed coughs. As he walked step by step into the courtyard, the coughs became clearer and clearer, as if they were going to tear the lungs of the person who was coughing.

Two servants were waiting in the yard, secretly wiping tears at Prince Yong's door. When they heard a noise behind them, they turned around and saw that it was the emperor. They were stunned.

The old steward of Prince Yong's Mansion was the first to react. He pulled the people around him to kneel down.

The old butler was about to speak when the emperor raised his hand to stop him.

Gu Yuan walked forward tactfully, helped the old butler up, and signaled them to keep quiet.

"Cough cough..." The coughing sound inside became softer, as if the person coughing was trying hard to suppress it, and each cough was accompanied by great pain.

Prince Yong had heard the noise outside and knew someone was coming, but he didn't know it was the emperor.

"Uncle Li, don't stay in the yard anymore, go back and rest."

Qi Ziyu only thought that the people outside were the old butler and the servants who cared about him.

He had already told everyone not to stay here, but as soon as they heard him cough, they couldn't help but come over.

There was no response from outside, and the footsteps were getting closer instead of farther away. King Yong felt a little strange.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a dark figure entered along with the cold moonlight.

The emperor stepped over the threshold and walked towards his son, who was stunned for a moment and then hurriedly tidying up a pile of things on the bedside.

King Yong crumpled up the bloody handkerchief on the bedside table and threw it into a basin on the ground.

The emperor did not miss his action and thought he was doing something. He walked to the head of the bed and saw a lot of bloodstains on the cabinet. There was a strong smell of herbs and a faint smell of blood in the air.

All of a sudden, the emperor understood everything.

Qi Ziyu struggled to stand up: "Father, I pay my respects to you, Father. This is a mess..."

"Don't move!" The emperor held his shoulders and spoke majestically.

Eunuch Gu quickly brought a stool from the side, and the emperor sat down on the stool with a serious expression.

The emperor glanced at the basin on the ground and could faintly see the dark red color inside.

"Someone, come and clean it up!" Qi Ziyu hurriedly gave orders. The emperor still saw clearly that a pile of handkerchiefs inside were all covered in blood.

The old housekeeper Li Bo came in with his servants, quickly cleaned the bedside, took away the basin, and replaced it with a new one.

"Cough..." Prince Yong coughed lightly, then tried his best to stop. He pressed his chest slightly and covered his lips.

"It's so late, Father should go to bed early..."

The emperor suddenly burst into tears. He was the Prince of Yong, the God of War, but his health was so poor.

Qi Ziyu had not expected the emperor to come, and even less expected the emperor to cry: "Father, don't be sad, your son is fine..."

"Your Majesty." Eunuch Gu hurriedly handed over a handkerchief. The emperor took it and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Eunuch Gu had no tears in his eyes, but he wiped them as well: "Your Highness Prince Yong should take care of his health."

"Yes, thank you, Eunuch Gu." Qi Ziyu looked up at Gu Yuan, as if nothing unpleasant had ever happened between them since today at the long pavilion outside Beijing.

"How did your health become like this?" The emperor looked at his son who was paler and weaker than him. It would be a lie to say he didn't feel sorry for him.

Most of his princes were weak, and only four of them survived and grew up: Prince Xin, Prince Chen, Prince Yong, and the deposed crown prince.

He had given up on Prince Chen because he was uneducated and incompetent. The deposed Crown Prince's treason five years ago also made him extremely disappointed. The only ones left were Prince Xin and Prince Yong.

Prince Xin's mother's family background is strong, and she is calm and steady in her work and behavior. She is his favorite child.

However, although King Yong had disobeyed his imperial edict four years ago and disobeyed his imperial edict again now, it was only for the purpose of winning the battle, protecting the Daxuan kingdom and the people of Daxuan.

Moreover, King Yong disobeyed the emperor's orders twice and won great victories both times, so he was really not to be blamed.

Although he once suspected that Prince Yong had the intention of treason, now that his life was about to be lost, why would he still want to rebel?

Who would want a kingdom that they have no life to defend?

Qi Ziyu said in a gentle tone: "This son has had this illness for many years, it is not something that happened overnight. Father, please relax and do not worry about me."

The emperor couldn't help but sigh, and looked at Qi Ziyu with his red old eyes. This child looked very much like his mother. He still remembered Li Fei's appearance clearly. In the blink of an eye, Li Fei had passed away for nearly twenty years.

In the past twenty years, apart from handing Prince Yong over to the Queen to raise, he has shown very little concern for this son.

He even arranged a marriage for Prince Yong not long ago, which shows his indifference to Prince Yong.

Ever since Prince Yong disobeyed the imperial edict four years ago, he has never asked about Prince Yong again. He can't even remember how old his son is.

The old emperor was silent for a while, and finally spoke: "Father has neglected you over the years..."

Qi Ziyu was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that his father, who was always indifferent to him, would say this.

He looked up at the emperor with half-white hair in front of him, and it seemed as if something rushed out of his chest, and Qi Ziyu began to cough violently.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

The emperor personally stepped forward and patted Qi Ziyu on the back. Qi Ziyu quickly said, "Father... no need... puff..."

Suddenly, Qi Ziyu seemed unable to bear it any longer, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat.

He randomly pulled out a handkerchief from a pile of handkerchiefs on the bedside table and covered his lips with it. The bright red blood seeped through the handkerchief and stained his fingers red, which was a shocking sight.

The emperor stood up suddenly, his eyes full of horror. Prince Yong took out another handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

Gu Yuan was stunned and shouted, "Someone come! Someone come quickly!"

When Yunqiao heard the sound, he rushed in without even putting on his clothes.

When he saw Emperor Daxuan, Yunqiao was not panicked. After paying a respectful bow, he walked to Prince Yong's bedside.

Yunqiao took out a row of silver needles and gave acupuncture to Prince Yong. He also asked someone to bring some ginseng slices and asked Prince Yong to hold them in his mouth.

The old butler Li Bo quickly brought people over, took away the bloody handkerchief from the prince's hand, and brought hot water to wash the prince's hands.

The old emperor stood there in a daze, unable to tell whether he was shocked, angry, or something else...

He simply couldn't imagine that if he hadn't come in person today, he might never see his son again in the future.

The emperor's eyes were red. For the first time, he felt that as an emperor who controlled the fate of the people in the world, he was so powerless in front of his son's bed.

Qi Ziyu's face was pale and bloodless, but he couldn't help but look at the emperor: "Father, I have soiled your robe..."

He suddenly vomited blood, and a few drops of blood dripped from between his fingers, without noticing that they got on the emperor.

"It's a small matter." The emperor was extremely heartbroken. He tried his best to calm down and sat down on a stool beside the bed.

He looked at Yunqiao, knowing that he was the doctor treating Prince Yong, and could not help but speak slowly: "How is my son?"

Yunqiao said calmly, "Your Majesty, Prince Yong has been ill for several years and has not recovered. This trip to the border has aggravated his condition. The journey back to the capital was exhausting and took a lot of toll. Your Majesty needs to rest and recuperate."

"Can you cure my son?" asked the emperor.

"I can't." Yunqiao said softly, his expression calm, "But my master can."

"Your master?" The emperor suddenly remembered that Imperial Physician He told him today that the genius doctor Yun Ya would come to the capital to treat Prince Yong in the future.

"My master, the divine doctor Yunya, will arrive in Shangjing soon to treat Prince Yong. However, Prince Yong has a chronic illness. Even with my master's arrival, he will still need to slowly recuperate, otherwise Prince Yong will have a hard time recovering."

The emperor felt a little relieved. As long as there was a cure, it would be fine.

He had heard of the name of the miracle doctor Yunya, but no one had ever seen him.

The emperor looked at Yunqiao and asked, "May I ask your name, doctor?"

"My name is Yunqiao, and I'm the doctor under King Yan." Yunqiao did not hide it.

Because of his special status, he must answer truthfully in front of the emperor, otherwise he might be used by others and cause misunderstanding between the two countries.

"Yan Longyi?" The emperor's eyes darkened.

Prince Yong couldn't help but speak, "Father, this time our Daxuan was able to defeat the Beimang Kingdom because of our cooperation with the Yan Kingdom. The King of Yan saw that I was sick and weak, so he sent Yunqiao to treat me. If it weren't for Yunqiao, I probably wouldn't have returned to Shangjing alive."

The emperor nodded slightly. It was common knowledge in the Daxuan court that Prince Yan and Prince Yong were good friends.

"You said Prince Yong had a chronic illness several years ago. Do you know what caused it?"

Yunqiao spoke carefully, "This commoner may not know, but Prince Yong certainly knows what he has endured."