The old emperor ordered Zhang Jixiang, "Hurry up and help me up and put on my dragon robe."
"Yes." Zhang Jixiang helped the old emperor up and helped him change clothes skillfully and carefully.
After finishing dressing up, the old emperor stood up and said, "See if I feel more energetic?"
"You look... much more energetic." Zhang Jixiang didn't understand. "Your Majesty, the prince is just asking for an audience. It's okay for you to lie down on the bed. Why bother..."
"I have always been sick, and the prince thought that I was about to die." The old emperor snorted coldly, "I want him to know that I can live for a long time."
"Yes, yes..." Zhang Jixiang couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. It was related to the emperor's health and longevity. If he accidentally said the wrong thing, it would be a serious crime of losing his head. Fortunately, the emperor did not blame him.
"Prince Xuan, come in."
The young eunuch retreated again, and soon, Prince Murong Che, dressed in a bright yellow python robe and a jade crown, walked in calmly and magnanimously, "My son, I see you, father."
"Che'er, there's no need to be polite." Murong Yuan sat at the table in the room. The eunuch Zhang Jixiang quickly poured him a cup of hot tea. The emperor held the teacup in one hand and twisted the lid with the other, tapping the lid on the rim of the cup in an orderly manner.
Then, he looked at the weather outside. The sun had set and the whole sky was dark. "Che'er, why is it always at night when you come to see me?"
"The imperial doctor said that my son has a strange disease and cannot see the light. You also know it." Murong Che replied respectfully, "For some reason, my son feels uncomfortable all over when he sees the sun, and his body will break out in rashes.
It’s hard to recover even during the day. It’s the same thing if I just go out at night.”
"You started to suffer from these symptoms more than two years ago. How unbecoming is it for a majestic prince to always come out at night?" Murong Yuan said with a straight face, "Why don't you accompany me to Fajing Temple to offer incense tomorrow?"
"I'm not feeling well, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go with you." Murong Che lifted up his sleeves, revealing a wrist that was so white that it looked like an inhuman person. "Look, I've been in the sun for a while today, and there's a rash on my wrist again."
Murong Yuan took a look and saw that he really had a sore on his wrist. "Che'er is sick. Have you asked the imperial doctor to see you?" After he basked in the sun for a while, the spies he sent said that Che'er was fine during the day.
Do not leave the house.
"Thank you, Father, for your concern. I have already asked the imperial doctor to take a look. The imperial doctor said that after taking the medicine, you will be fine in two days."
"Che'er, raise your head."
"Yes, Father." Murong Che stood up straight.
Murong Yuan stood up from his chair and looked at Murong Che's handsome face.
He has handsome eyebrows, sharp sideburns, and a slender figure paired with the luxurious prince's brocade robe, which makes him look very noble. His eyes are gentle and courteous, and he looks like a gentle gentleman.
The person in front of him is obviously his favorite Che'er.
His favorite son.
However, he felt that the son in front of him was like a puppet deliberately cultivated by people. Has his Che'er changed, or has his Che'er...
A thick red candle was lit on the luxurious candlestick.
The night wind blew in through the open door, and the candlelight flickered on and off. The old emperor Murong Yuan looked at Murong Che, and suddenly felt that his face was as pale as a ghost, and he lacked a kind of human vitality.
Thinking of the scene more than two years ago when he secretly saw Che'er biting someone to death and swallowing their blood in the Prince's Mansion, Murong Yuan's old body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
An inexplicable feeling of fear suddenly arose in his heart, but he was an emperor,
