Jinwei joins hands in rebirth: villains can also eat at the table

Blood, basin after basin of blood was brought out.

Until dusk shone into the hall, the imperial doctors withdrew.

Their hands were stained with blood and they were sweating profusely. It took them nearly four hours to save his life.

He has been cured, but what happens in the future depends on his luck.

"How is Yongqi?"

Seeing the imperial physician coming out, Yanwan went to greet him with the support of Chunchan.

"In reply to the Imperial Concubine, Prince Beile's bones have been reconnected, but the wound was not cleaned properly, so the process took a long time. We, your humble servants, did not dare to delay any longer. The surface dust and carbon have been cleared, but some sawdust was buried too deep and may remain there..."

If the wound is not treated with medicine and bandage in time, the patient may bleed to death.

Doctor Bao spoke cautiously.

Upon hearing this, Yan Wan couldn't hide the sadness on her face.

After a moment, she regained her composure and said to the imperial physicians, "Thank you for your hard work, Imperial Physicians. It was all thanks to your efforts that Yongqi was brought back from the brink of death. I will report this truthfully to the Emperor and have him reward you."

"No, no, I dare not. I am just fulfilling my duty as a subject. It is our blessing to be able to share the worries of the emperor." Doctor Bao took the lead.

"No problem, meritorious service deserves a reward. Is Yongqi awake now? I want to go in and see him."

"He's awake, but Beile is in a very vain state right now, so he shouldn't overexert himself. I'll have someone prepare some medicine according to the prescription. Let him drink it and go to sleep to get some rest. Someone needs to watch over him at night. Beile is prone to having a high fever at night, so if he does, we need to seek medical attention as soon as possible."

Treating the injury is only the first step; recovering from the injury is the real danger.

Yan Wan nodded: "I've made note of this and will send someone to keep a close watch on him. Chun Chan, send a few imperial physicians out for me."

"Please follow me, my lords."

Chunchan was familiar with the route and led several imperial doctors outside.

As soon as they left the palace, Chunchan took out some banknotes and stuffed a few into the hands of the imperial doctors. "This is a token of appreciation from the Imperial Noble Consort. I'll have to trouble you all to take care of Prince Beile's injury in the future. This is just like inviting you to tea."

"Then... thank you very much for your kindness, Your Majesty the Imperial Concubine. Please rest assured, Your Majesty the Imperial Concubine, we will do our best to treat Prince Beile."

He had just been making excuses in front of Yan Wan, but now that the banknotes were stuffed into his hands, Doctor Bao was not polite and took the lead in accepting them.

"I will convey your words to Her Majesty. It's getting late. My lords, please go to the Emperor to report your positions so that you can go back and rest early."

Chunchan agreed with a smile, and after everyone left, she went to the small kitchen to busy herself.

In the side hall bedroom, Yan Wan was talking to Yong Qi.

Yongqi's legs were tied up and reinforced with wooden boards on both sides, but the smell in the hall still retained a strong smell of blood, which made people dizzy.

"Your Majesty... I'm sorry I can't pay my respects to you..."

He was very weak and tried hard to lift his eyelids.

He heard everything she said to the imperial physician just now and was waiting for her to come and see him.

"How are you feeling, Yongqi? Don't worry, your leg will be fine with your royal father here."

Seeing that his lips were dry and chapped, Yan Wan asked Lan Cui to get some water from the bowl to wet his lips.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. How is the Emperor? Is he injured?"

Yongqi became more alert when someone was talking in front of him, and his first reaction was to ask how the emperor was.

"Your Royal Father is fine, just rest and recover. He's a little frightened, so I advise him to rest for now. He'll come see you after he finishes his government affairs..."

Yanwan sat upright on the small chair brought by Chunchan and persuaded patiently.

Although the two of them had gotten along well over the years, they still had to avoid suspicion. Therefore, Yan Wan did not sit at the head of his bed, but sat a step or two away, facing him.

"I am an unfilial son. I am so old and yet you and your majesty still worry about me. If I had run a little faster last night, this wouldn't have happened..."

He couldn't sit up and could only look at the end of his tightly wrapped legs and speak.

Last night, in a daze, he heard a lot of what the imperial doctors said and knew how dangerous his condition was.

"You've done a great job. You were able to rush in and rescue the Emperor. You truly are his most outstanding son... Don't worry. The Emperor has called in the entire Imperial Hospital for a consultation. Your leg will definitely be fine. If not, he'll recruit renowned doctors from around the world to ensure your recovery..."

Yan Wan looked at his legs, a rare hint of apology appearing in her eyes.

The wages of avarice is death.

Yongqi, this is your fate.

In her previous life, there had been a similar unexpected fire, and Yan Wan remembered it clearly. In this life, she chose to remain silent and let the fire burn.

If he changed Yongqi's fate, what about Yongyan's fate?

If he had not died, Yongyan would not have become emperor.

She couldn't disrupt all this against her will. If Yongqi survived, it would completely disrupt the path she had paved for the future.

He was a good boy, she knew it.

Good boy, don't blame me for letting you take the path you should have taken.

Yan Wan was a little dazed. When she looked up again, the apology in her eyes had disappeared, leaving only concern.

Yongqi nodded, his voice hoarse.

"Please don't tell Yun'er about this, Madam Ling. She's timid, don't scare her..."

He didn't want her to worry about him.

"You can't hide such a big thing."

Yanwan looked at his wrapped calf. The wound was so severe that the bone was visible. Even if it healed, a large scar would remain.

Tian Yuner was a concubine, and with such status she was not allowed to live in the Old Summer Palace.

Yongqi usually lives in his residence in the capital, and these days he has been preparing for the autumn hunt.

"It's okay. By the time the autumn hunt is over, it will be November. By then, the injury will have almost healed. Even if she knew, she wouldn't be so worried..."

He spoke weakly as he came to his senses. After saying a few words, he gradually became unable to hold on.

Seeing this, Yan Wan stood up from her chair and pulled the thin blanket covering him.

"I understand. You should rest well. You can't eat yet. You can't eat irritating foods. Chunchan is already cooking porridge. Your attendants will come to feed you later."

Yongqi nodded, but finally couldn't help but worry.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty... My leg will heal, and I can still ride a horse, right?"

"Of course, you are blessed by heaven, and with the Emperor's dragon energy blessing you, nothing will happen to you. Go and rest. I will go and see the Emperor."

"Your Majesty, I respectfully bid you farewell. Please also convey your regards to the Emperor on my behalf."

Yanwan nodded and walked out of the hall with Lan Cui's support.

It was just dawn when she left the temple. The ruins of the main hall lay there quietly. The entire ruin was charred black, and it was almost impossible to tell what it had originally looked like. A few wisps of green smoke were slowly rising from the surrounding area.

Under the raging fire, the magnificent palace that skilled craftsmen took several years to build was reduced to ashes.