Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Li Zhong: "Yes."

"Your Majesty, what about Phoenix Perch Palace..."

In fact, Fengqi Palace was empty in the previous dynasty. It could be lived in as long as it was cleaned. He did not understand why His Majesty wanted Chixing to live elsewhere.

Zhao Yuheng waved his hand: "How could a spoiled brat like him be worthy of living in Phoenix Perch Palace?"

"Placing me far away means I'm just a pawn in a game."

Akahoshi, upon hearing these words: ...

Did he really say that?

250 dared not utter a sound, but silently prayed in his heart, "Immortal Lord, please don't do anything reckless. His Highness is very difficult to appease."

Akahoshi stopped talking, turned over, and continued sleeping.

He slept until evening, when Afu came in to wake him up for dinner.

"Young master, the food from the imperial kitchen has been served cold. What do you mean by this?"

Akahoshi remained silent and took out the food with Afu.

"Have you eaten?" he asked Afu.

Afu had already changed into the clothes of a eunuch. Fortunately, there was only the young master in the harem, so no one had yet driven him out of the palace, nor had anyone asked him to be castrated.

“I’ve already eaten with Xiao Yezi and the others, young master. Would you like me to go to the small kitchen and heat up your food for you?”

As he was about to put the food back into the food box, Akahoshi refused.

He waved him aside and started eating heartily, not even letting the cold chicken soup beside him go to waste.

250 Reminder: [Your Highness, you are now a mortal.]

Akahoshi ignored it and began to eat voraciously, even taking off his clothes until he was only wearing his undershirt.

"Young master, it's cold in the palace at night. Would you like to put on some clothes?" Afu went to close the doors and windows and find some clothes for Chixing.

"Don't worry about me, you can go out too."

He lowered his head slightly, his long eyelashes obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to discern his expression.

"Young Master." Afu was about to say something when Chixing said coldly, "Get out."

"Yes."

Afu guessed why. The young master said he had liked His Majesty for a long time, so it was because His Majesty did not come that he was too sad.

He looked around and went to talk to Xiao Yezi and the others, hoping to take the opportunity to find out when the Emperor would come to the inner palace.

【Your Highness, don't be angry. It must be because the Immortal Lord hasn't seen you yet. Why don't you wait a little longer? Don't torture yourself.】

After finishing a large chicken leg, Akahoshi suddenly stopped and muttered, "He doesn't love me anymore."

250 was speechless. Was Your Highness heartbroken?

He won't come to this harem, nor will he see me. Why would he care whether I live or die?

After saying that, he tore off another chicken leg and started gnawing on it. Since no one was around, Akahoshi ate freely.

In the middle of the night, Akahoshi was soaking in a bathtub filled with cold water.

Ice blocks were still floating on the water. 250 watched as the ice blocks stored in his space disappeared and reminded him again:

"Your Highness, you'll freeze to death if you continue like this."

Akahoshi smirked: [Frozen to death is fine, it'd be best if we just went straight to the next small world. I don't like Ayu here anymore.]

250: ...

It would rather His Highness strike it with lightning, at least then His Highness wouldn't be angry anymore.

As the weather in the north gradually turned colder, imperial physicians came to the Evergreen Pavilion where Chixing lived almost every day.

Physician Liang took the patient's pulse for a long time, then frowned and said:

"Young master, you are feeling down. You should try to calm your mind and avoid excessive sorrow in your daily life."

Akahoshi lay on the bed, looking out at the sunlight through the curtains. The autumn wind was rustling, and there were many people standing in the courtyard, but none of them were the ones he wanted to see.

"Imperial Physician, my young master has been ill for more than half a month and has not yet recovered. Should we change the prescription?" Afu asked, comparing the prescription with the one beside him.

His young master has been taking medicine for so long and still hasn't gotten better. Could it be that there's something wrong with this Physician Liang?

Physician Liang did not blame Afu, but instead discussed the prescription with the other physicians.

*

In the imperial study, the emperor paused in his work, while Li Zhong, who was grinding ink beside him, continued:

"It has been more than half a month, and Her Majesty's illness seems to be getting worse. Your Majesty, I have heard that her servant is asking her every day when she will go to the inner palace."

Li Zhong carefully observed the emperor's expression and said thoughtfully, "The Empress is unwell; Your Majesty, why don't you go and see her?"

Zhao Yuheng glanced at him indifferently: "Tell me, whose benefits did you receive?"

With a thud, Li Zhong knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness: "This servant deserves to die."

"Anyone who didn't know better would think I hadn't given you enough benefits, and that you can be bribed by anyone."

Li Zhong kept kowtowing: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Yes, it was the silver notes that the Marquis's wife gave me on the day I went to the Marquis's residence. She asked me to take good care of the Empress."

"However, this servant did nothing. I just heard that Her Majesty the Empress was ill with worry, so I casually mentioned it."

Zhao Yuheng gave him a cold look and said in a chilling voice, "Go and receive your punishment. Don't do it again."

After Li Zhong left, Zhao Yuheng picked up the memorial again to review, and it turned out that this memorial was written by Marquis Xuanping.

After saying all that, the whole thing boils down to one point: asking how his youngest son was doing in the harem.

Zhao Yuheng picked up his brush, about to write "all is well," when Li Zhong's words flashed through his mind: "Worry has made him ill."

What worries could that spoiled brat possibly have?

Or perhaps this was just a ploy by that young rascal to try and leave the palace. Hearing that the man used to be a playboy who fooled around and idled away his time, he probably couldn't stay in the palace any longer and wanted to go out and have some fun.

With a flourish of his pen, he wrote on the memorial: "All is well."

However, after looking for a while, he saw Chi Xing's name again. It was a memorial from Imperial Censor Xu, which said that his young nephew was unruly and wondered if he was behaving himself in the palace.

Zhao Yuheng slammed down his pen and said to the outside, "Go see him."

Li Zhong's voice came from outside: "Yes, this servant will have a sedan chair prepared."

There was only one person in the harem, so it was obvious who His Majesty wanted to see without even thinking about it.

In the ten years since His Majesty ascended the throne, he has never visited the inner palace; this is his first visit.

The further they walked, the more remote the area became. The fallen leaves on the ground had not yet been swept away, the autumn wind was chilly, and the courtyard was desolate.

Zhao Yuheng leaned casually against the sedan chair, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, and asked impatiently:

"not yet?"

Li Zhong walked alongside him and said in a low voice, "Changqing Pavilion is remote; it was His Majesty who chose this place to stay."

He also complained inwardly that His Majesty had been annoyed by the young master's presence and had long wanted to dampen the arrogance of the Marquis of Xuanping's family, so he had arranged for the young master to be sent far away.

Zhao Yuheng suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He scoffed, "He's just a spoiled brat. Do you expect me to treat him like a god?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sedan chair landed on the ground. Zhao Yuheng turned his head and his gaze met a pair of slightly red eyes.

The young man stood under the sycamore tree, dressed in a thin red robe, looking otherworldly. His thin, almost gaunt face surprised Li Zhong.

He hurriedly said, "His Majesty has arrived."

He then bowed to Akahoshi.

The palace servants knelt on the ground. Chixing was so frightened that he took two steps back, his thin figure trembling slightly from the cold wind.

"No gift."

The man's voice was steady but tinged with a hint of irritation. Akashi lowered his head as footsteps approached him.