A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

"Your subject greets Your Majesty and wishes Your Majesty good health and a long life." Because the Seventh Prince was in a wheelchair and had difficulty moving around, he could only bow to the Emperor.

"Come, come to my side, I have important matters to discuss with you."

Seeing his once exceptionally talented son now confined to a wheelchair, exuding a somber aura, and with a face filled with...

Hey!

The old emperor couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Ultimately, he was not blessed.

"What does Father Emperor wish to discuss with me?" The Seventh Prince coughed lightly and asked softly.

"The reason I've called you here is to discuss your marriage. You're already of marriageable age, and you're still single."

"Do you have someone you fancy?" the Emperor asked tentatively.

"Your Majesty, I do not currently have anyone I fancy." After saying this, the Seventh Prince lowered his head and remained silent, looking dejected.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was unusually heavy.

The seventh prince is now crippled and confined to a wheelchair, spending all his time in the palace. He has no chance to go out, let alone meet any girls.

Thinking of this, the emperor couldn't help but feel sorry for his son. A trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

After all, this is his own son. Seeing him in such a dejected state, he still felt a little sorry for his son.

“My son, you are now of marriageable age. I know your pain, but we can’t keep putting it off.”

The old emperor pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "How about this? I'll have the Imperial Advisor calculate your destined person and choose a suitable one for you. The Imperial Advisor's choice will certainly not be wrong. You can also tell your father what you think."

The Seventh Prince's expression remained unchanged, but the eunuch beside him frowned slightly, his eyes filled with a hint of scrutiny as he looked at the Seventh Prince.

You should know that the Imperial Advisor only serves the Emperor. He only obeys the Emperor's orders and ignores all other princes and concubines.

The emperor once said that he would not allow the imperial advisor to do anything for the princes and grandsons unless it was in the best interest of the country.

But now, for the sake of the Seventh Prince, he actually broke his own promise.

Isn't this a great favor to the Seventh Prince?

It is said that the Seventh Prince has lost favor, but it seems that this is not the case.

On the contrary, because of her health condition, she received even more favor from the emperor, because the emperor felt guilty and heartbroken.

"Alright, I'll do whatever Father Emperor says."

The seventh prince kowtowed slightly and nodded, his eyes seemingly filled with boundless sorrow.

Finally, he hesitated for a moment before saying softly, "I have only one request for my wife: that my future queen not dislike my body and appearance."

The old emperor was stunned for a moment, and before he knew it, the seventh prince had slowly pushed his wheelchair away.

Composing himself, the old emperor waved his hand and said with a heavy heart, "Summon the Imperial Advisor!"

This time, he was determined to find a good daughter-in-law for his son.

His son absolutely cannot live such a lonely and miserable life.

The palace instantly erupted in excitement.

Countless people witnessed the Imperial Advisor rushing into the palace from outside, listening to the whispers of the eunuchs and maids, hoping to glean some information from them.

In no time, the news that the Emperor was about to choose a consort for the Seventh Prince spread throughout the entire palace and even the whole city.

The Seventh Prince's 'reputation' is simply too astonishing; how could the selection of a concubine not cause a stir?

The more glorious and brilliant the Seventh Prince was, the more people lamented his fate.

Such an outstanding person, his youth wasted in that fire.

It is undeniably regrettable and deeply saddening.

Everyone witnessed the old emperor's favor towards the seventh prince, who was a thorn in the side of many.

I thought that after that accident, so many years had passed, the Emperor should have given up on the Seventh Prince.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, they still dote on me so much.

but……

Despite what was said, all the young ladies couldn't help but feel nervous.

She wasn't nervous about not being chosen as the Seventh Prince's consort, but rather nervous about being chosen.

……

When Feng Jiutian heard the news, she didn't have much of an emotional reaction. She had no interest in choosing a concubine, and she couldn't bring herself to cater to men.

Besides, if you have the ability, why would you need to rely on a man?

She wanted to become stronger, and Feng Jiutian thought to herself as she felt her hands clench into fists.

"The medicine I made is in your sleeve." Not long after the surgery, Xuanji Zi's voice rang in her mind.

"What is this?" Feng Jiutian asked Xuanjizi curiously as he took out the pill. The fragrance of the medicine filled the air, as if the air itself was filled with its aroma.

"This is Qingdan, given to Qingzhi to nourish her body. Her wound is still healing, so there's nothing seriously wrong."

But I just checked, and although the injuries on my body can heal, the meridians in my legs have been damaged. Even if they recover, I might still have a limp when I walk.

Xuanji Zi explained to her that refining this pill had taken him some effort, but he had finally succeeded.

Looking at the crystal-clear pill in his hand, Feng Jiutian couldn't help but frown. He wondered if Qingzhi would feel uncomfortable when she woke up and discovered her limp.

Liu Hai pushed open the door and was taken aback by the scene before him.

Feng Jiutian glanced at Liu Hai, but didn't bother to hide the pill. Instead, he said calmly, "This is a nourishing pill that can accelerate the healing of her wounds."

Liu Hai nodded knowingly.

This is the Prime Minister's residence, so it's not surprising that there are some spare pills.

He knew about the wonders of alchemists, but it was a pity that his family's medical skills had not been passed down to them.

However, it's not a pity, as everyone has their own strengths in different fields.

"In that case, it's time for me to take my leave. My people are waiting for me, and I can't stay away for too long," Liu Hai said with some disappointment.

Uncle Liu, who had followed them in, also nodded.

Feng Jiutian paused for a moment: "Could you help me look at another person?"

……

In the West Garden, in Fengxuan's room, Fengxuan lay pale-faced. Although his breathing was steady, he appeared strangely lifeless.

Liu Hai frowned deeply as he looked closely.

After a long silence, Liu Hai shook his head, looking somewhat dejected: "I'm sorry, Sister Jiutian, I can't help with this illness."

Liu Hai looked at Feng Jiutian with some distress.

He was so intelligent that he had already guessed the old man's identity.

However, he never expected to encounter a disease that even he was helpless against.

"The old man's body is too damaged, and the disease has already ravaged his internal organs. Even if he is treated, the chances of a cure are very small... Moreover, my abilities are not up to par."

Liu Hai gritted his teeth and still spoke honestly.