Xiao Chengye always thought that his youngest son was recuperating at home, but he never expected that he would become like this.
He looked so thin that only a few bones were left in his body, his face was pale and without any blood, and his whole body looked sickly.
After all, he was still his son, and he was raised by his side. It was impossible for Xiao Chengye not to feel sorry for him at all.
"Get up quickly," Xiao Chengye pulled Xiao Yao up with his own hands and asked Gao Cheng to set up a chair. "Didn't the people at Tai Hospital say that you are much better? Why are you like this?"
Xiao Yao's eyes were a little red, as if he was very scared, and he held Xiao Chengye's sleeve tightly with his hands: "Father, please, save my son!"
This was the second time Xiao Chengye heard Xiao Yao shout for help.
"What's going on?" Xiao Chengye asked sharply.
Xiao Yao closed his eyes and said slowly: "Father, my son is not sick, but poisoned."
Xiao Chengye: "...what?"
"My son is suffering from severe poison, and he lies in bed every day, lingering for breath. If he had not been lucky and met a good imperial doctor to secretly help me, I may not be able to see you today." Xiao Yao choked with sobs.
Xiao Chengye couldn't believe what he heard.
Who dares to harm the prince?
"Why didn't you tell your father?" Xiao Chengye asked.
"The entire Fourth Prince's Mansion is surrounded like an iron barrel. People outside can't get in, and people inside can't get out. I'm poisoned, how can I tell my father about this?" Xiao Yao seemed to be very afraid.
, his tone was a little trembling.
"Father, my son doesn't want to die, please ask my father to save my son!"
Xiao Chengye had never seen Xiao Yao look so miserable.
"Who is it!" Xiao Chengye said sharply, "Who is it that is so courageous that he even dares to assassinate the prince?"
Xiao Yao lowered his head and whispered: "I don't know."
Xiao Chengye turned to look at Gao Cheng aside and said coldly: "Let the people from Dali Temple come to see me."
Gao Cheng agreed in a low voice and ordered people to go to Dali to invite people to die.
Xiao Yao had calmed down a little now. He looked up at Xiao Chengye and said softly: "Father, I don't dare to go back to the Fourth Prince's Mansion. I'm afraid of being assassinated. Father, I can... Can I
Living in the palace temporarily?"
Xiao Chengye couldn't bear it and said in a deep voice: "You can live in the palace until the real murderer is found."
Xiao Yao said quickly: "Thank you very much, Father."
Xiao Chengye took care of Xiao Yao's health, and asked the imperial doctor to come over to diagnose and treat Xiao Yao. After everything was arranged, people from Dali Temple had already arrived.
The person who came was none other than the young minister of Dali Temple, Qin Yi.
Also coming in with Qin Yi was the eldest prince Xiao Jue.
It's just that Xiao Jue's nose and face were swollen at this time, and there was a circle of bruises around his eyes. If it weren't for the way he was dressed, it would be almost impossible to recognize that he was the eldest prince.
As soon as Xiao Jue entered the door, he saw Qin Zhen and Xiao Yao, but his gaze only paused, and then he rushed to Xiao Chengye's feet and knelt down, shouting angrily: "Father, you have to do this for me."
Make the decision."
Xiao Chengye: "..."
What kind of day is today? Of his two sons, one was half-dead from poison and the other was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face.
Xiao Chengye frowned and glanced around his face: "What did you do?"
Xiao Jue turned to look at Qin Zhen, who was sitting on the chair, and asked in a sad and angry voice: "Third brother and sister, don't you have anything to say?"
Qin Zhen raised her eyebrows: "What should I say?"
"In front of my father, do you still want to make excuses?" Xiao Jue asked coldly.