"Empress...Empress! Something bad is going to happen!"
The crying voice of the palace servants came from outside the palace, and they couldn't even wait for the announcement.
When the queen heard the cry, she frowned: "Who is making noise outside in the middle of the night? Bring them in."
The palace door opened immediately.
A eunuch with his face white with cold sweat and tears streaming down his face rushed in and knelt on the ground with a plop, trembling all over.
"The Queen, something big... something bad has happened! Your Highness the Crown Prince..."
He was so horrified that he couldn't even speak clearly.
The queen recognized him as a young eunuch serving in the East Palace. When she heard this, her head buzzed and she subconsciously stood up.
"What's wrong with Ye'er? Isn't he staying well in the East Palace? What happened?"
"No, Queen, His Highness the Crown Prince is not in the East Palace tonight... I don't know where he went. He was carried back by the guards a quarter of an hour ago. It doesn't look good..."
The little eunuch trembled, wiped his red eyes, and cried, "Now all the imperial doctors have rushed over, saying... His Highness the Crown Prince is dying. Madam, hurry up and take a look!"
"What?!"
It’s like five thunders striking the top!
The queen's face suddenly turned pale, her body swayed, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
"Empress!" The middle-aged nun hurriedly supported her, her heart beating with fear.
The queen finally regained her composure, and held her grandma's hand tightly. Her voice was sharp and urgent: "Quick! Prepare a sedan for me and go to the East Palace!!"
Late at night.
The palace, which had already fallen into silence, suddenly became chaotic.
East Palace, in the prince's bedroom.
The luxurious and gorgeous decoration has not changed at all, but now there is a heavy air pressure and black clouds covering the top, making people suffocate.
The guards and maids who were kneeling on the ground outside the palace were all weak and fell to the ground, and the ground was wet with cold sweat.
Emperor Cangyun has arrived in advance and is currently in the palace, furious.
"So many imperial doctors can't even diagnose a single disease! What use do I need from you trash?!"
"I am incompetent, please forgive me..."
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
All the doctors in the palace knelt down in fear, trembling and begging for mercy.
"A bunch of trash!!"
Emperor Cangyun was so angry that his face turned red and he threw up his sleeves and shouted angrily, but he could not kill the entire hospital.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. His Royal Highness's illness is indeed very strange. The imperial doctor cannot be entirely blamed."
An energetic old man with pale hair and beard sat beside the prince's bed, sighed and shook his head, and gave some advice.
Emperor Cangyun turned his head and suppressed his anger, "Chief Du, what do you have in mind?"
This old man's surname is Du, and he is the head of the imperial hospital, ranking first among all the imperial doctors.
Although he was also an imperial physician, Emperor Cangyun's attitude towards him was obviously unusual, even with a hint of respect.
Because the head of Duyuan is not only a master of Xinglin, but also a distinguished intermediate alchemist. Only because he is old and does not like to walk around among the people, he just accepted the royal invitation and entered the Taiyuan Hospital.
The status of an alchemist is extremely high, and even a low-level alchemist is very respected.
What's more, the head of the Du Academy is also an intermediate alchemist, and his status is even more extraordinary.
Even Emperor Cangyun has to show courtesy.
At this time, the prince was lying on the bed, eyes open, looking straight at the bed curtain.
His face was expressionless, motionless, and his face was pale with a bluish-gray color, which looked extremely strange.