Shipin Dalizheng

"You, you evil creature... How dare you disturb His Majesty in such a horrible state!"

Jin Shizhao's scolding completely infuriated Concubine Rong, who lashed out in a sharp voice, "Jin Shizhao, you are so shameless! Tang'er is a descendant of my Rong family, a direct descendant of the Earl of Jian'an. To seize the title and family property, you condoned and shielded your illegitimate son, who chased him down the street, intent on killing and robbing him. How is this any different from an animal? Jin Shizhao, you've wasted your time reading the books of sages. You're selfish, cruel, and heartless. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world's scholars and despised by both humans and gods?"

This scolding was particularly harsh, and Jin Shizhao's face flushed with blood. He angrily retorted, "Your Majesty, don't speak nonsense. Whether this bastard is my son or the legitimate grandson of the Earl of Jian'an remains to be verified. It would be truly ridiculous if someone who appeared randomly pretended to be him."

Concubine Rong sneered, "Just because you deny it, you think you can rest easy? You're really calculating."

Before Jin Shizhao could speak, Emperor Xuanning said calmly, "Alright. Call the imperial physician first."

Imperial Physician Zhang was already waiting outside the hall. Upon hearing the news, he came in to take Rong Tang's pulse.

He frowned and cried for a long time, his expression very solemn.

Finally letting go, Concubine Rong asked nervously, "Doctor Zhang, how is it?"

Doctor Zhang wiped his forehead with a handkerchief and said, "It's a bit troublesome."

Emperor Xuanning asked, "Is the injury serious?"

Doctor Zhang said, "It's hard to say. Young Master Rong's pulse is sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, and sometimes stops. I've felt it for a long time and have diagnosed several different pulse conditions. It suggests severe internal injuries, and sometimes a terminal illness. In short, it's going to be very difficult to treat."

Emperor Xuanning frowned. This pulse condition, could it be that he has a terminal illness and internal injuries? It's really tragic!

Concubine Rong lost her composure and cried bitterly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please save Tang'er, he is the only bloodline of my Rong family."

Jin Shizhao on the side was secretly delighted in his heart, thinking that the evil creature should have died long ago.

Emperor Xuanning's tone softened a bit. "Alright, my beloved concubine, don't be sad. If you cry yourself sick, I will order the imperial physician to treat you with all his strength. Imperial Physician Zhang, just use the precious herbs. If you can't cure me, I will be ashamed of the Earl of Jian'an."

Imperial Physician Zhang received the order and first opened his needle bag and explained to Emperor Xuanning, "I will first give Master Rong acupuncture to regulate the yin and yang energy in his body, so that he can breathe smoothly and speak without difficulty."

Under the command of Imperial Physician Zhang, Rong San and others helped Rong Tang straighten his body and gave Imperial Physician Zhang acupuncture.

Rong Tang and the others bowed their heads deeply, seemingly in grief, but in fact they were trying to hold back their laughter. Their master was overacting, and this time he would suffer.

After a set of injections, Rong Tang's almost distorted face slowly returned to normal. Although it was still bruised and purple, it was no longer as scary.

"Tang'er."

Concubine Rong grabbed his hand and sobbed.

"Ahem! Auntie, Tang'er is fine. Rong San, help me up. I'll kowtow to my uncle."

The palace was silent for a while. Concubine Rong stuttered, "Tang'er, are you still not awake? Uncle, who is Uncle?"

Rong Tang turned his head and looked around in confusion, then looked at Emperor Xuanning, "You are my great aunt, and your husband is my great uncle!"

Concubine Rong knelt down, covered his mouth tightly, and pleaded with Emperor Xuanning, "Your Majesty, Tang'er grew up in the countryside and doesn't know the rules of etiquette. He was seriously injured and his mind is still confused. Please forgive him for his outspokenness."

Rong Tang pulled down her hand, slowly climbed up and knelt, kowtowing to Emperor Xuan Ning, "I know that my great uncle is the Emperor of Dai Viet, the most honorable person in the world, but he is also my great uncle! In our southern border, this is how we address our relatives."

Rong San and his men also knelt down and shouted, "We pay our respects to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty."

Rong San even explained on Rong Tang's behalf, "Your Majesty, we found the young master in Southern Xinjiang. He doesn't quite understand the etiquette of Dayue. I beg Your Majesty not to blame him."

Rong Tang looked at Emperor Xuan Ning and then at Rong San, with a simple and ignorant look in his eyes.

Perhaps finally realizing that his address was against the rules, he bowed again, "Your servant Rongtang pays homage to His Majesty the Great Yue Emperor, may he live a long and prosperous life."

This was respectful enough, but it didn't sound like what he meant. Emperor Xuanning looked at him with great interest, and Concubine Rong was sweating with anxiety.

The chief eunuch beside Emperor Xuanning suddenly said, "Your Majesty, addressing him as Young Master Rongtang seems to be a Southern Xinjiang etiquette, but the tribes of Southern Xinjiang do not kneel when they see the emperor."

Rong Tang said foolishly again, "You have to kneel when you meet your elders for the first time."

He Daban was about to yell at Rong Tang to stop him, but Emperor Xuanning suddenly smiled and said, "Alright, stand up. I know you respect your elders, and kowtowing is a sign of respect."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your Majesty, I cannot stand. Can I sit on the ground?"

As he spoke, a trickle of blood flowed out of his mouth.

Concubine Rong cried, "Your Majesty, can you please let Imperial Physician Zhang prescribe some medicine first?"

Doctor Zhang sorted out his needle bag and then took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box. "I always have medicine here for wounds, both internal and external. Give it to Master Rong first."

Two pills were poured out of the porcelain bottle. Rong San took them for him and sniffed them. After all, he had been through a lot and knew good medicine. Whether he was injured or not, it would not do any harm to take them.

Rong Tang took the medicine and smoothed his chest with his hand, revealing the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Emperor Xuanning's eyes fixed on him, and he asked quickly, "Where did you get your Buddhist beads?"

Rong Tang looked up in astonishment, "Your Majesty, it was given by a great monk."

"Where is this monk from? Can you tell me in detail?"

Rong Tang lowered his eyes in thought, then slowly said, "I was traveling north from Southern Xinjiang when I passed by the Southern Dynasty Jokhang Temple. There was a great monk, over a hundred years old, known as Master Huici. He said we had a connection, and he gave me Buddhist beads, which are said to ward off evil and bring good fortune."

Emperor Xuanning's eyes gleamed, and then he remained calm, "Li Dequan, get a cushion... give it to Rong Tang."

Eunuch Li replied "yes" and quickly ran to the side hall, bringing a large, thick, soft cushion to Rong Tang.

Rong Tang hesitated for a moment, then pushed the cushion toward Jin Shizhao. "You've been kneeling for a long time, old man. Does your leg hurt? Here, let me give it to you!"

Jin Shizhao glared at him fiercely and angrily pulled a cushion over to put under his knees.

He Daban, the chief eunuch beside Emperor Xuanning, laughed and said, "Mr. Rong is truly filial!"

Even Emperor Xuan Ning couldn't help but nod secretly. Dai Viet governs the country with filial piety, and children must put their parents and elders first under any circumstances.

Seeing Jin Shizhao being so shameless, Concubine Rong was so angry that she turned her face away, but this is the way the world is. If Rong Tang only cares about his own comfort and ignores his father's feelings, he will definitely be criticized.

Rong Tang slowly shifted his body, half kneeling, half sitting, looking bewildered. "This, I don't understand either. The teacher who taught me Dai Viet writing and etiquette once told me that Dai Viet places great importance on filial piety. If a father lets his son die, then it would be considered unfilial if the son doesn't. I was terrified at the time, thinking I was lucky to be born in Southern Xinjiang and have a father and mother who both love me. Who knew Rong San and the others would suddenly tell me that my biological parents are Dai Viet?"