Rebirth of His Royal Highness Prince Chenghu

Qingyao personally brought a bowl of porridge, walked into the side hall, and came to the bedside, whispering: "Husband, drink some porridge first, the dragon's health is more important."

The person on the bed only opened his eyes slightly, looked at Qingyao, and then closed his eyes again, saying weakly: "Take it away, I have no appetite now." Qingyao bit her lower lip, a trace of grievance flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"My dear husband, this is the porridge I made myself. I added a lot of nourishing herbs. It would be nice for you to drink a little." As she said that, Qingyao scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a small spoon, blew it gently to cool it down, and tried to persuade him again.

Kangxi waved his hand impatiently, accidentally knocking over the spoon, and the hot porridge splashed onto Qingyao's hand. Qingyao felt pain, but endured it without making a sound, and hurriedly put down the bowl to check if Kangxi was affected.

Seeing this, Kangxi felt a little reluctant and softened his tone: "My dear, please don't worry anymore. I really don't feel like eating."

Qingyao said softly, "I understand that Your Majesty is unhappy, that's why I'm anxious. But if you don't eat for seven days while keeping vigil for the Empress Dowager, your body won't be able to sustain it."

Cheng Hu walked in and asked, "Mother, has Father had his meal?"

Qingyao turned to look at Chenghu and shook his head, indicating that it hadn't worked. Chenghu walked over to the bed and said patiently, "Father, you always taught me to be strong, and now you have to listen to me. Mother Huang Wuku would be sad to see you neglecting yourself." Hearing his son's words, Kangxi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with fatigue and sorrow.

He sat up and gently stroked Chenghu's head. Seeing this, Qingyao quickly picked up the bowl again, scooped another small spoonful of porridge and handed it to him. Kangxi hesitated for a moment, but finally opened his mouth and drank. A subtle smile of relief played on Qingyao's lips as she continued to feed him patiently.

At that moment, Liang Jiugong's voice rang out from outside: "Empress Yi requests an audience." Qingyao paused, her eyes instantly becoming wary. Kangxi frowned slightly and said, "Send her back and tell her I'm not seeing anyone right now." Concubine Yi's face darkened as she heard this, but she could only reluctantly turn and leave. Inside, Qingyao continued to care for Kangxi intently, as if the recent incident had never occurred.

After feeding him the porridge, Qingyao carefully wiped the corners of Kangxi's mouth. Kangxi looked at her and said softly, "Today is all thanks to you and Chenghu."

Qingyao lowered her head and smiled faintly: "This is what the concubine and the emperor should do."

After seven long and solemn days of vigil, Kangxi, exhausted both physically and mentally, finally could not resist the invasion of the disease and fell ill again on the dragon bed.

Liang Jiugong went to Kunning Palace in person.

"What's going on?" Chunyu and Xiahe were both on guard outside, not daring to fall asleep. They were startled to see Liang Jiugong approaching.

"Hurry up and report to the Queen Mother that the Emperor is ill. Please ask the Queen Mother to go and see him!" Liang Jiugong was even more anxious.

Chunyu hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I'll go right away!" As he went into the house, Qingyao was already awake.

Qingyao: "Chunyu, what's going on?!"

Chunyu: "Your Majesty, Eunuch Liang, who is with the Emperor, has come and said that the Emperor has fallen ill."

Qingyao: "What! Help me change my clothes quickly." She quickly put on her clothes, put on a cloak, casually tied up her long hair, put on her embroidered shoes, left the bedroom, got on the sedan chair and went to the Qianqing Palace.

Qingyao rushed to the Qianqing Palace and quickly walked towards Kangxi's throne. Seeing Kangxi lying there with a pale face, her heart ached. The imperial physicians were busy treating him nearby.

"How is the Emperor?" Qingyao asked anxiously. The imperial physician replied in a panic, "Your Majesty, the Emperor's condition is critical and requires careful nursing."

Qingyao frowned, sat down beside the bed, held Kangxi's hand, and said with a firm look, "Your Majesty will definitely get better."

At this moment, Concubine Hui came to visit with a group of palace maids and eunuchs. She wiped her tears hypocritically and said, "Sister, what should we do about the emperor's illness?"

Qingyao knew that she had ulterior motives and only responded calmly. But Concubine Hui changed the subject: "Sister, the Emperor is ill now, and the affairs of the harem are complicated. I'm afraid it's difficult for you to handle them alone. I am willing to lend a hand."

Qingyao sneered in her heart, but remained expressionless: "Why are you crying? Your Majesty is just sick, there's nothing to cry about."

Concubine Hui was disappointed and had to leave in anger. Qingyao turned around and looked at Kangxi.