What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

Just when Xie An thought that Lu Jinan would definitely not come to the morning court, he saw a man in a purple official robe chatting and laughing with others.

He looked energetic today, standing in his seat with high spirits.

Xie An raised his eyebrows, wondering what this guy was going to do next.

When Lu Jinan spoke, his words silenced the entire hall.

"Your Majesty, I have found the lost prince among the people these days. Please allow the little prince to return to his ancestral home!"

Lu Jinan's tall and slender figure stood under the golden throne, his expression calm and indifferent, not caring at all about what trouble his previous words might bring to him.

The bright yellow robe was embroidered with a pattern of a soaring dragon over the sea. Under the surging golden waves at the corners of the robe, the sleeves fluttered high with the movements of its owner. He moved step by step onto the steps, his long eyebrows slightly raised, and his pair of phoenix eyes as deep as obsidian, sweeping from top to bottom over Lu Jinan below him.

He stood on the golden throne, looking at everyone else, with the majesty of the royal family, Jin Zhaoyucui.

"What do you think, ministers?"

"Your Majesty, I believe that the people are a mixed bunch, and without definitive evidence to prove their royal bloodline, we should not act rashly."

"Yes, maybe Lord Lu was just deceived by a treacherous villain!"

The following remarks were all similar to the above remarks.

Xie An looked at Lu Jinan. The man was still calm and took out a jade pendant from his arms. The sound was neither loud nor soft, but it was resounding.

"What if I have evidence to prove his identity?"

His eyes flickered slightly and he smiled leisurely.

Eunuch Zhou came to his side, took the jade pendant, took a look at it, then looked at Xie An on the stage and nodded.

"It is indeed a treasure of the imperial court."

When the jade pendant fell into Xie An's hand, he stroked the jade, his brows furrowed as if he was thinking about something.

After an unknown amount of time, Director Zhou passed on the message that the prince's affairs concerned the orthodox bloodline and should be handled with caution. The palace would send someone to receive the little prince into the palace for investigation.

After that incident, the subsequent advice and suggestions did not cause much trouble, so Xie An hastily withdrew from the court.

When Lu Jinan was about to leave, Director Zhou came over and respectfully invited him to the imperial study for a chat.

After bringing the person in, he looked up and saw the man sitting at the imperial desk holding a brush. The servants in the room asked them to leave. Director Zhou was the last to walk out and close the door.

Xie An had not yet taken off his court robes. The imperial majesty filled the room, but he did not even raise his eyes, still writing something seriously.

Lu Jinan just stood there waiting for the emperor to speak.

Until one stick of incense burned out, Xie An was willing to stop what he was doing and looked up at him.

"Who is that person?"

"Thank you, Zhu Jin. Your Majesty has seen that child last time."

When this name was mentioned, Lu Jinan's eyes couldn't help but curl up.

Xie An sneered, his lips full of sarcasm, "You haven't even entered the family tree yet, but you already have the surname Xie!"

He nodded in agreement, "The child is originally a member of the Xie family, so it doesn't matter whether he gets the crown early or late."

His eyes glared, "Is this the promise you want me to fulfill?"

Lu Jinan shook his head in denial. Xie Zhujin was originally of royal blood, and he didn't need to make a promise to make the emperor acknowledge his existence. It was only a matter of time before his true identity was discovered. Now he took the initiative to tell the emperor just to show him that he had no intention of harboring royal blood, and it could also eliminate the collusion with the queen later. The identity of a prince recognized by the current orthodox emperor was the orthodox one.

Instead of being arbitrarily speculated by future generations and history books, labeling him as a person with wolfish ambitions and who is trying to steal the dragon and replace the rat with the cat.

Of course, the most important thing is that it allows the male protagonist to enter the palace in advance and contact the female protagonist, who can help him watch the progress of the female protagonist and protect her from turning evil.

He was going to die of illness in a few months, so he only had a year to complete this mission. Although there were only two people on the mission, he actually had to manage three! So the timeline had to be tightened again and again.

Mr. Lu once said that time is like water in a sponge. As long as you squeeze it, there will always be some.

Xie An looked at the man shaking his head and felt puzzled. If this man didn't want him to acknowledge the child, why would he say it directly in the lobby without any hesitation, even if it would bring him death.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember Yu Niang from Lihua Town?"

Seeing Lu Jinan's serious expression, Xie An couldn't help but hold his head and think.

But Xie An thought for a long time and still had no clue. Lu Jinan looked at Xie An and knew his true nature.

"That person is Zhu Jin's mother, a famous prostitute in Lihua Town."

Xie An seemed to have some impression after hearing this. But he still disdainful. He had met thousands of women in his life. If every woman told him that this was his child, the world would be in chaos. Moreover, for a prostitute to receive his favor was a blessing in this life. How could he dare to remember her for the rest of his life?

Lu Jinan's expression turned cold and he saluted the emperor in front of him.

"I request that Your Majesty move Yu Niang's remains back to the capital and grant her a proper title. This is the promise I want Your Majesty to fulfill, nothing more."

Xie An had never seen Lu Jinan at this moment. He had seen Lu Jinan with a beautiful smile and he had also seen Lu Jinan who was unscrupulous, but he had never seen him so distant at this moment. There was no emotion in his eyes, just a dark color.

Xie An forgot that Lu Jinan was like this before, but he was used to the way Lu Jinan treated him now.

I wasn't afraid of his identity, nor did I care about his identity. He was like the wind, when he was friendly, I was completely drowned by him, and when he was indifferent, like now, he seemed to disappear immediately.

He felt freedom in him, but how could he be free?

"I promise you."

After hearing this, Lu Jinan bowed his hands to express his gratitude and was about to leave. Xie An wanted to open his mouth but couldn't shout.

Lu Jinan stopped in front of the door, his tall figure facing away from Xie An.

"Your Majesty, a person must have a sense of responsibility, whether it's towards people or things. In your eyes, love may be just a small matter. But a person's responsibility is not limited to family and country or territory. Only by respecting and being responsible for the people you love can you love the people under you and be responsible for their well-being.

Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Without the people, there would be no state. The dynasty is the people's faith. When faith disappears, what will become of the dynasty? No matter how vast the territory is, no matter how many cities are plundered, if one only pursues conquests without taking responsibility, that will only lead to the downfall of the Qin Dynasty.

In your eyes, Yu Niang may be just a passing visitor, a courtesan, but she spent the first half of her life shouldering the responsibility of her fame for her own survival, and in the second half, after meeting you, she took on the responsibility of thanking Zhu Jin. She is a brave woman. People must always have a sense of responsibility. Otherwise, if everyone in life eats and leaves, kills and runs away, how can we survive in this world?

Lu Jinan left, and this time, he didn't stay.

And the rice paper on the table, the ink painted the entire sheet...