Xuanyuan Si staggered and pushed away the support of others, stood up unsteadily, and looked at the emperor steadily.
The emperor felt unspeakable sadness in his heart.
Xuanyuan Si is the least worrying one among the three children. He is rebellious, glib, lies, deceives his teachers and destroys his ancestors... Wherever he is, there is always a lot of excitement, and it is hard not to think about the excitement.
I still remember that on his fortieth birthday, Xuanyuan Si and a group of royal guards soared into the air while pulling a gorgeous red silk.
What now?
The light kung fu he was so proud of could not be used.
Thinking of this, the emperor was as sad as Xuanyuan Si himself.
"Lao Qi, don't worry, I will cure you, no matter what method I use." The emperor held Xuanyuan Si's hand tightly, wanting to convey his power to him in this way.
Xuanyuan Si lowered his head: "Thank you very much, Father."
The emperor was not used to him being so obedient.
"Come here, take good care of the Seventh Prince. If he makes any mistake, I...I want you to pay with your life."
Qin Nian led the palace to kneel down: "Yes!"
The emperor left Doctor Zhang behind and left with the team. Looking at the emperor's back, Yan Buhuan suddenly felt that this man had aged dozens of years in an instant.
Yan Hui sighed and quickly followed.
Everyone left. Yan Buhuan's heels felt as if they were nailed to the spot. Xuanyuan Si slowly returned to the room with Qin Nian's support. As he walked, he stumbled suddenly. Yan Buhuan didn't even think about stepping forward.
He held her, but unexpectedly, Qin Nian pushed her away.
"Princess Yan, you don't need to worry."
Xuanyuan Si raised his hand to stop him: "Qin Nian, how do you speak?"
Qin Nian grew up with Xuanyuan Si since he was a child. Because he is a little younger than Xuanyuan Si, he is said to be a guard, but in fact, he has long regarded Xuanyuan Si as a relative in his heart.
"Your Majesty—" Qin Nian's eyes turned red: "If it weren't for her, would you have ended up like this?"
Xuanyuan Si didn't say anything, maybe he didn't have the strength to speak anymore.
He closed his eyes gently: "Maybe this is my destiny, and it has nothing to do with others."
Hearing these words, Yan Buhuan felt like he had been slapped.
Qin Nian threw Xuanyuan Si away and rushed to Yan Buhuan, staring with red eyes: "If it weren't for you, would the prince be like this?"
"What do you mean?" Yan Buhuan frowned.
Xuanyuan Si wanted to stop it, but Qin Nian was like a volcano erupting and couldn't help but spit out everything: "In order to protect you, the prince did not dare to let anyone know about his injury. He lied about falling off his horse...it was delayed.
Diagnosis and treatment will make it like this!"
Yan Buhuan was stunned.
Looking at Xuanyuan Si, he was speechless.
Qin Nian finished venting his anger and sniffed: "I'm done, Prince, you can kill or chop him up as you please."
Xuanyuan Si closed his eyes, showing a hint of exhaustion: "Qin Nian, stop talking and see the guests off."
He is so tired now, so tired, he needs to rest, and he also needs to think about how to live in the face of this declining body in the future.
Xuanyuan Si is the kind of person who takes peace of mind as soon as he comes. He has lived the life of a prince and the life of a beggar. He has always believed that as long as he lives happily, he can do anything.
He used to be a person with sound limbs. In the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him not to become a medicine pot. He will need time to adapt.
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The night wind blew the treetops, and there was a hint of coolness in the air.
Jiao Li held a blooming flower branch.
He put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently. After a while, he let go of his hand, and the petals on the branches fell one after another as if they had fallen apart.
