With this intention in mind, they walked the rest of the way calmly.
With Zhong Yue here, I believe the emperor will not die so quickly.
And with Fu Jin here, Prince An's affairs will be properly handled.
They slowed down their pace, and the guards of King An who were accompanying them also relaxed.
This King of Yue is really ignorant.
Don't you have no idea why you asked him to follow him to Jiangyang Camp? It's okay to steal the limelight earlier. After all, something happened to King An suddenly, and if he wasn't rescued, they would also suffer the same misfortune.
Now that he's back in Beijing, what else will he do? He doesn't know how to avoid suspicion.
Under the deliberate delay of these guards, the journey that originally only took two days was delayed to four days.
On the fifth day, as soon as they returned to Beijing, they heard the news.
"Wang An's leg broke?" Yang Shu was shocked.
The guard from Prince Yue's palace who came to pick him up replied: "Yes! I heard that he fell off his horse because he was rushing too fast on the road."
He asked: "Where is Xuanfei? Isn't he following King An? How could something happen to him?"
The guard sighed: "If the Imperial Master had not been here, I'm afraid His Royal Highness Prince An would have died."
"..." Yang Shu had nothing to say.
As for the guards of Prince An's Mansion, after hearing the news, they couldn't care less about them and hurried back to see the situation.
They deliberately staged such a scene to hold off King Yue and send King An away. Isn't it just to let King An succeed to the throne? Well, now, King An broke his leg. If he becomes disabled, the throne will be lost like this.
Already.
How can I sit in that position if I have a disability?
For these guards, they were like holding prisoners in custody these days, staring at the King of Yue. This was equivalent to giving evidence to the King of Yue that this matter had nothing to do with him!
What is this!
…
Yang Shu hurried back to his home and wanted to visit King An, but was stopped.
Prince An's Mansion was heavily guarded, and even the courtyard walls, which had been left unattended in the past, were guarded.
He had no choice but to wait for news at the house.
In order to avoid suspicion, he even dared not leave the house.
Mingwei didn't have this worry, so she went to Yubaozhai.
Fu Jin opened the folding fan with a swipe and smiled: "I heard that the girl is in good health. She will be able to get married when she returns to Beijing this time. I am really happy and congratulated."
Mingwei said: "With the current situation, I'm afraid the wedding date will be postponed again. Mr. Fu's congratulations are a bit early!"
Fu Jin laughed and said, "It's better to be a little later. Now Miss Ming is just marrying a princess. If it's a little later, then... I've never married a queen before, so it must be very grand."
"So, what happened to King An was really done by Mr. Wang?"
Fu Jin admitted with a smile: "There are some of our people at Xingzhou Station. They took advantage of King An's rest and did something on the horse. Don't worry, the imperial master has erased the traces and will not find us."
Mingwei was shocked: "How did you persuade the Imperial Master?"
Although Xuanfei boarded their ship, he would never do anything harmful to others.
Fu Jin waved his fan proudly: "It's just a matter of killing it first and playing it later."
With the mess in front of him, can Xuan Fei still refuse to clean it up?
"..." Mingwei said sincerely, "Mr. Fu, you are so shameless."
Fu Jin laughed, and did not take it as dissatisfaction, but took it as a compliment, and then scolded: "They are all hypocritical. Your Highness cares about the relationship between uncle and nephew and refuses to do anything to Prince An. Doctor Zhong cares about medical ethics and is unwilling to work in the medical field.
There are manipulations in the case. The Imperial Master always thinks of the last wishes of his late master and is unwilling to harm anyone in the royal family. And my student is still stubborn even now. Fortunately, there is Mr. Guo, otherwise I would be really in trouble.
You can’t cook without rice. I really don’t know what they are so stubborn about. They have already done things like rebellion, so is it necessary to pretend to be like a chaste and martyr woman?”
Ming smiled and said: "There must be people like this in this world. If not, it would be a mess. It's just because they are like this that you dare to hand over the burden to them when something happens, right?"
"That's right." Fu Jin agreed with her, "If all of them are like Lao Guo, I have to worry that the rabbit will die and the dog will be cooked."
Mingwei asked about the business: "How is Wang An's leg? Is it really disabled?"
"Who knows?" Fu Jin said irresponsibly, "I only promised His Highness not to hurt his life, but I didn't say I wouldn't hurt his legs."
…
Prince An's Mansion.
Prime Minister Zhang Tan patiently waited for Zhong Yue to complete the diagnosis.
"Mr. Zhong, are you talking outside?"
Zhong Yue nodded, handed over the matters here to his apprentice, and followed Zhang Tan out.
"Is it possible to save your highness's leg?" He got straight to the point, "Just tell me whether it can be cured. Will it make you disabled?"
"It can be cured." Zhong Yue said firmly.
Zhang Tan breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "How long will it take to be cured?"
"As little as one year, as much as two or three years."
Zhang Tan frowned: "Why does it take so long? It's just that the bone injury is difficult to heal. It won't be enough in three to five months?"
Zhong Yue said: "Ordinary bone injuries can be healed in three to five months, but His Highness Prince An's injury is extraordinary. He broke several important bones. If he wants to walk like a normal person, he must make artificial bones to replace them."
It is extremely difficult to make fake bones, it requires some very rare materials, and it also depends on His Highness Prince An’s own adaptability. That’s why the time I mentioned is so vague.”
"You mean to say that if the prosthetic bone is replaced, Wang An can recover within a year if he adapts well, but if he doesn't adapt well, it may take two or three years?"
"yes."
In two or three years, the day lilies have become cold!
Listening to the howling of ghosts and wolves coming from the house, Zhang Tan didn't think that King An would be able to recover within a year.
"Can't it be shortened any further?"
Zhong Yue shook his head: "Please forgive Zhong for being unable to do anything."
There was nothing Zhang Tan could do. The imperial doctor had already come to see him, and Zhong Yue was the only one who said he could cure it.
"Thank you, sir." Zhang Tan lost his mind and left in a hurry.
Zhong Yue looked at his back, shook his head, and went back to the house to continue treating Prince An's injuries.
…
King An cried until he had runny nose and tears. When he saw Zhong Yue, he hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Doctor Zhong, can my leg be saved? Will it become disabled in the future?"
Zhong Yue comforted him: "Don't worry, Your Highness, your leg can be saved. Wait until the farmers prepare the prosthetic bone and replace it for you. Carefully raise it for a few months, and then you can try to go to the ground."
"real?"
"real!"
King An breathed a sigh of relief and listened to Princess An comforting him in a low voice: "Did you hear it, Your Highness? Divine Doctor Zhong said so, you will not become a lame."
"Yeah." Wang An was still crying.
Princess An didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I was told that I can be saved, why are you still crying?"
King An looked at her pitifully: "It hurts! It really hurts! I have never felt so painful in my life."
"Please bear with me, come and have a candy." He said and gave him a candy.
An Wang had candy in his mouth and complained: "It's not you who was injured. It's easy to say. If you have the ability, come and try it!"
Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Your Highness, this pain is not as painful as giving birth. Although the Princess has never broken her leg, it does not necessarily mean that she has not experienced this pain."
King An was frightened: "Is giving birth really that painful?"
Zhong Yue nodded affirmatively.
King An looked at his legs, then looked at Princess An, and couldn't help but said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Princess An smiled: "I am not working hard, Your Highness, you must be patient as well."
This time King An said obediently: "Yeah." (To be continued)