Jun Chengyi was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized what he was doing, and followed the emperor while everyone was either doubting, envious, or gloating about his misfortune.
The banquet went as usual, but the third prince followed the emperor back to the palace uneasily.
"Father, I am guilty."
Seeing the emperor sitting down, the third prince fell to his knees on the ground.
"What are you guilty of?"
The emperor's mood showed no ups and downs. Instead, he took the wet handkerchief handed over by Eunuch Fu, wiped his hands, and asked casually.
"When the mother and concubine make mistakes, the sons and ministers make mistakes. The sons and ministers are willing to suffer on behalf of their mothers and ask their father to punish them."
The third prince's few words were all about loyalty and filial piety. He did not embarrass the emperor, interceded for his mother and concubines, and was willing to accept the punishment on behalf of his mother. He showed his utmost filial piety and became a good son who considers his parents.
However, with Jun Lingyun as a comparison, the emperor's attitude towards the third prince was very useful.
"Get up. I still know what your mother-in-law's temperament is. She just talks too fast. If she wants to get involved in politics, she doesn't have the brains."
The third prince instantly took a reassurance and was overjoyed.
"What the father said is that the sons and ministers will take the place of the mother and concubine. Thank you for your understanding."
"However, you still have to be punished. Not only will you show it to others, but it will also make your mother and concubine remember it for a long time. You won't complain about my father, right?"
"I don't dare. It's too late for me to be grateful to my father for lenient punishment. How can I feel resentful?"
The emperor glanced at the third prince. No matter how ambitious this son was, fortunately, he was obedient.
"Your mother and concubine, you don't have to worry anymore. You're not young anymore. It's time to worry about your own marriage."
The third prince's eyes turned. Why did his father suddenly mention his marriage, but there was already a suitable candidate?
"The marriage of my sons and ministers must be decided by my father."
The emperor nodded with satisfaction,
"What do you think of Princess Nanyan?"
The third prince couldn't hold back the shock in his heart. He raised his head suddenly and looked at the emperor. "Father, aren't you joking? Then Princess Nanyan, doesn't she have a crush on Jun Zifeng?"
However, princes who have always been able to marry the royal family of other countries have always been favored by the emperor. Could it be said that the emperor intends to support him and strengthen the power behind him?
The third prince felt as if he was flying into the clouds for an instant. He felt both physically and mentally light. Did the mother-in-law's words come true?
When the emperor saw that he didn't reply for a long time, he didn't care. Judging from his expression, he knew that this boy was probably too surprised.
This is very good. His son should have some blood. If he has no ambition at all, how can he make the prince afraid and see the situation clearly?
"My dear, my dear, I am afraid that Princess Shengya is very high-spirited."
The third prince finally spoke, but he was a little nervous.
"No matter how high-spirited you are, you are still just a woman. All women are emotional. As long as there is a man who is willing to continue to treat her well, he is not afraid that she will not be tempted."
The emperor has made his words as clear as possible. The third prince is not stupid, so he will naturally understand.
His father asked him to work hard to pursue Princess Shengya!
"My son, I will try my best."
He couldn't miss such a good opportunity. With his father's support and Nan Yan's support, his chances of winning seemed to be even greater than that of the prince.
"It's not about trying your best, but you must succeed. Princess Nanyan will return to Nanyan after attending the prince's wedding. You have to seize the time in these few days."
The third prince knelt down and kowtowed excitedly.
"Yes, Father, I will obey your father's teachings."
"Go ahead."
The emperor waved his hand, and the three princes respectfully stepped back. The father and son, separated by a threshold, had their own thoughts.
…
While the others were still drinking and dancing at the banquet, Doctor Zhang looked at Dongfang Muze who was rolling and screaming on the bed, and was hesitating whether to give him a Baixiao Pill.
Gee, it's so miserable, I can't even roll out of bed. Oh, it's pitiful, look at that, there's not even a patch of skin left on my back.
What kind of rash can make people itchy like this? This is obviously poisoning!
This scene made Doctor Zhang immediately think of Xiao Feifei, who was so ugly at the last palace banquet.
Your Highness, the Crown Prince, can really find things for doctors like them to do. But having said that, since His Highness the Crown Prince did it, wouldn’t it be inappropriate to use the Crown Princess’s Baixiao Pill to treat it?
Doctor Zhang frowned and shook his head in embarrassment, covering his sleeve pocket. Dongfang Muze's attendant, seeing the change in Doctor Zhang's expression, couldn't help but urge:
"Mr. Zhang, please think of a solution quickly. If our prince continues to itch like this, he will be scratched. Your Highness has a problem at the palace banquet of Yunxiao Kingdom. If there is something wrong with His Highness, you can take it off."
It doesn’t matter.”
The attendant was too anxious, making requests and threats.
Doctor Zhang still looked like he was facing a difficult disease. He thought for a moment before writing down the prescription.
"Use this recipe to boil water and take a bath. If you soak for three days in a row, you should be fine."
"Three, three days?"
The attendant was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head.
"After three days of soaking, can people still watch it?"
Doctor Zhang has already started to pack his medicine box.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to take a bath. Even if the itching lasts for ten days and a half, it will get better naturally."
The attendant choked and looked at Dongfang Muze sadly, imagining his master who had been soaked in herbs for three days.
Dongfang Muze rolled and shouted:
"Ah, hurry up and go!"
It wasn't because he believed in Dr. Zhang too much, but because the doctor they hired said that it would take a week of medication to get better. Compared to a week, three days was already faster. He couldn't even feel this itch that scratched his heart and lungs for a moment.
I don't want to bear any more.
"Yes, my subordinate will go get some medicine right now."
The attendant ran away quickly. Doctor Zhang bowed slightly.
"Prince Dongfang, I will take my leave now."
He still has to go back to the emperor, but he has to think carefully about how to say it so as not to deceive the emperor or betray His Royal Highness. Alas, it is difficult for an imperial doctor to do this.
The attendant bought back the herbs prescribed by Dr. Zhang as quickly as possible. Dongfang Muze did not bother to take off his clothes and dug in directly.
The moment he entered, he breathed a deep sigh of relief. Doctor Zhang's prescription included a large amount of mint and a small amount of Mafei powder, which made him feel relaxed for a moment.
The son's tormenting for so long has already made him feel tired even when he can't even breathe.
The medicine seeped into the wound, causing Dongfang Muze's back to ache, but at this moment, he felt that it was simply enjoyment. Dongfang Muze, who was already exhausted, was so groggy that he did not feel his body slowly slipping into the medicine.
"Your Highness, Your Highness!"
As soon as he turned his head, the attendant was so frightened that his heart and liver were trembling again, and he hurriedly fished Dongfang Muze out of the water.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough..."
Dongfang Muze regained some consciousness and felt the excruciating itching on his back. Fortunately, he could bear it better than before taking a bath.
Letting the attendants wipe the water off his face, Dongfang Muze closed his eyes and used all his willpower not to scratch again and make the injury on his back worse.
In my heart, I scolded Jun Lingyun a thousand times.
When he successfully returns to Dongyi, he will immediately unite with the Northern Barbarians and send troops to attack the Yunxiao Kingdom.
Let Jun Lingyun spit out twice as much of his five hundred thousand taels of silver, and let him taste the pain of being itchy.
And his precious Crown Princess, let Jun Lingyun watch her enjoying herself in his arms, wondering how wonderful Jun Lingyun's expression would be.