The Eldest Daughter Returns: Imperial Uncle, I'm Pregnant!

Because Li Qianyu was warming Xiao Yuheng's body, her inner clothes got soaked. She was also worried these past two days. The pampered Li Qianyu also developed a fever and fainted.

The carriage drove directly into the Third Prince's residence. Since both of them were unconscious, they were carried together to the Third Prince's courtyard. However, Li Qianyu was placed in a side hall for easier treatment.

Everyone in the mansion went to the main hall to busy themselves, but Li Qianyu only had Xiao Mei, who was crying while helping her mistress by constantly using a handkerchief to cool down her forehead.

"Miss, what should we do? You absolutely cannot be hurt."

Now the clean clothes they brought have been used by the Third Prince, and Miss can only lie on the bed in her damp clothes. When Xiaomei saw Li Qianyu shivering, she quickly covered her with all the usable bedding in the room, but it didn't seem to help.

Xiaomei cried incessantly, "What should we do, Miss, Miss? Someone come quick, someone come quick!"

Xiao Mei went to the door to call for help, but everyone was only concerned about the Third Prince's injuries and didn't care about Li Qianyu's life or death. Seeing that their young mistress was being burned and starting to talk nonsense, Xiao Mei stamped her foot and casually pulled a little maid aside to give her instructions.

"Excuse me, sister, could you please keep an eye on my young lady? I need to find someone to help her."

The servant who had been stopped, carrying a tray, hesitated for a moment, glancing into the room and then at the people coming and going in the main hall. He quickly said, "Sister, it's not that I'm unwilling to help you, but as you can see, the Third Prince is too busy to help. You should wait a little longer..."

Xiao Mei angrily slammed the door shut and walked over, crying, saying, "Miss, look at you, you've gone to such lengths, and what have you gotten in return? Miss, Xiao Mei really feels sorry for you, Miss, you must hold on!"

Li Qianyu was so engrossed in the burning sensation that she couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. She even saw the Third Prince from her childhood.

That year, her mother took her to the palace to pay her respects. Her mother went to see Consort Yu, while she played in the garden. At that moment, a little boy secretly ran over, hid behind the artificial hill behind her, and said something to her.

"Make sure you say you didn't see me."

At that moment, Li Qianyu thought, how could there be such a handsome young man, with such exquisite features and a smile as warm as the sun.

"Miss, have you seen the Third Prince?" a palace maid asked, panting as she caught up with him.

It was only then that she realized the little boy was the Third Prince. Li Qianyu didn't say anything, but pointed to the road ahead. The palace servants quickly thanked her and chased after him.

Just as the Third Prince was about to step out with a smile, he heard a little girl calling from behind, "Third Brother! Third Brother! Where are you?"

He slipped back in again, and this time a girl in a pink palace dress ran up to Li Qianyu and asked arrogantly, "Hey! Who are you? Have you seen my third brother?"

Li Qianyu didn't dare to speak, because her mother had warned her that she must keep her mouth shut and speak less once she got to the palace, so Li Qianyu just shook her head.

The little girl in the pink dress immediately became unhappy and shoved Li Qianyu, saying, "Are you mute? You can't even speak when I ask you to!"

Li Qianyu bumped into the artificial hill behind her. She didn't fall over, but the Third Prince caught her. However, since the Third Prince was also just a child, he barely managed to catch Li Qianyu, and the two of them fell to the ground together. The Third Prince's hand was scraped, and the palace servants around him were so frightened that they rushed to help him up.

But no one noticed that Li Qianyu, who was sitting on the ground, also had scraped hands.

As the Third Prince was being helped up to leave, he suddenly remembered Li Qianyu. He turned around, took out a handkerchief from his clothes, and carefully wrapped it around her hand. "Take care of yourself. Thank you for today."

"Third Prince, Third Prince, Third Prince..."

Xiao Mei thought her mistress wanted water, but when she went to the table to pour some, she found that the kettles were all cold. There was nowhere to find hot water, so she had to make do. A glass of cold water pulled Li Qianyu right out of her dream and made her choke awake.

Seeing Xiaomei's worried look through her drowsy eyes, Li Qianyu asked in a hoarse voice, "Xiaomei... what's wrong?"

Xiaomei touched Li Qianyu's burning forehead and said to her, "Miss, this can't go on. You have to hold on. I'll go find someone right now!"

Li Qianyu didn't even have the strength to lift her hand. Seeing Xiaomei's retreating figure, she could only lie in bed trembling, vaguely not knowing what was reality and what was a dream.

When Xiaomei ran out, she ran into Laiwang leading a younger man carrying a medicine box.

Laiwang said, "Sister, please take the doctor to see your young lady quickly. The situation with the Third Prince is urgent. I ran out to Baicaotang and invited the doctor who was on duty there. I have also sent someone to invite the imperial physician. Please wait a little longer, young lady."

"Thank you so much, sir!" Xiaomei said gratefully as she led the doctor inside. Her young lady was finally saved.

Xiao Yuheng wasn't having an easy time either. The pain in his legs was unbearable, and the high fever made him dizzy. He knew he had been rescued. When Laiwang lifted him from the car, he seemed to see a woman, who looked like Gu Qingwan.

He saw Gu Qingwan sitting in front of his bed, dressed in armor, her cold hand touching his forehead as she asked him a question.

"How did you get like this? How did you catch a cold?" Gu Qingwan asked worriedly.

"Cough cough cough, I was thinking that if I got to the city gate as soon as possible, I could see you sooner."

"Are you stupid? I'm back now."

……

The scene shifts to his room and his palace, but everything is red. He is dressed in wedding attire, and many smiling people surround him as he enters the bridal chamber.

Upon entering, Xiao Yuheng saw a bride with a red veil sitting upright in front of the bed, waiting for him. The matchmaker stepped forward and gave him a scale, calling out, "As you wish, groom, lift the veil!"

Amidst the laughter and blessings around them, Xiao Yuheng lifted the veil, revealing Gu Qingwan's beautiful face. At that moment, she blushed and her red lips touched her cheeks. She glanced at him and then lowered her head shyly.

Xiao Yuheng happily reached out to hold Gu Qingwan's hand, but when they drank the nuptial wine, Gu Hanjiao's face appeared instead.

"why you?"

"Brother Heng, today is our special day..."

Xiao Yuheng was startled. The side of Gu Hanjiao's face that had been facing him was flawless, but the other side had a scratch running down her face.

"Your face...how..."

Gu Hanjiao quickly covered her injured face with a handkerchief, and said viciously, "It's all that bitch Gu Qingwan's fault! It's all her fault! She'll definitely die a horrible death! She'll go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

Gu Hanjiao cursed loudly, her bright red lips and fierce gaze startling Xiao Yuheng awake.

"He's awake! Doctor! The Third Prince is awake!"

The doctor quickly came over to check on him. As long as he was awake, that was fine. He asked softly, "Third Prince, can you see me?"

Xiao Yuheng wanted to speak, but a burning sensation in his throat prevented him from speaking, so he could only nod.

The doctor was relieved: "Alright, it seems there was no head injury. Next, I will stabilize the Third Prince's legs."

Before Xiao Yuheng could figure out what was going on, the pain in his leg suddenly assaulted his brain. The pain was so intense that he couldn't even faint. His mind cleared up instantly. It turned out that it was all a dream, and now it was reality. He remembered that he had encountered a landslide on his way back to the capital, and he was unlucky enough to be hit by falling rocks, and then he had fainted.

"Alright, he just needs to rest. The Third Prince might have another fever tonight. Just follow my prescription and keep brewing the medicine without stopping." The doctor carefully instructed.

At this moment, Consort Yu came from the palace. Upon receiving the news that the Third Prince was injured, Consort Yu could not sit still and hurriedly went to the Emperor to request to leave the palace. The Emperor already knew the news and ordered Fuming to take two more imperial physicians to accompany Consort Yu.

When Consort Yu saw her third prince lying on the bed covered in sweat, she burst into tears: "My son, my son, how are you? Wake up, don't frighten your mother."

The doctor standing beside her wrote out a prescription while comforting the patient's family, saying, "Madam, don't worry too much. The patient is just too tired; she'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Consort Yu took a closer look and saw that it was a plainly dressed old man. Consort Yu immediately flew into a rage: "Where did you come from, you quack doctor? Laiwang! Laiwang, where have you been? How could you let someone like this treat the Third Prince? If anything happens to the Third Prince, how many lives do you have to give up!"

Laiwang was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kept explaining, "Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me! It was only because the situation was urgent and the imperial physician had not yet arrived that this servant was worried about the Third Prince and went to invite Doctor Nie from Baicaotang. He is a famous doctor in our capital, not a quack. Moreover, Doctor Nie is right, the Third Prince has indeed just woken up."

The two imperial physicians who came with him examined the Third Prince. After taking his pulse, they looked at his eyes and touched his immobilized leg. They exchanged a glance and replied to Consort Yu, "Your Majesty, thanks to the timely treatment, the Third Prince is now out of danger. The doctor also set his broken leg very well, so we do not need to treat him again."

"My son's leg is broken? Will he...?"

The imperial physician, of course, knew what Consort Yu was worried about, and said, "No, we have all heard of Doctor Nie's reputation in the capital. Doctor Nie's skills are superb. With proper care, the Third Prince will definitely not have any aftereffects."

Consort Yu glanced at the doctor, who angrily put down his pen and paper, slung his medicine box over his shoulder, and said, "I am of limited knowledge and skill. Since there is a royal physician from the palace here, I suppose there is nothing more for me to do. Please have my apprentice come here, settle the consultation fee, and we will go back now."

Upon hearing this, Laiwang slapped his forehead and said to Consort Yu, "Your Majesty, Miss Li still has a high fever. Please send an imperial physician to take a look."

"Miss Li? What Miss Li?"