Qianyang Palace.
This palace, once the most dazzling in Da Liang Palace, is now almost abandoned.
The Little Emperor, Rong Zhuo, has been bedridden for more than half a year, not only has his complexion turned pale without any blood color, but even his body seems to have lost weight.
When a person does not exercise for a long ti, the muscles will atrophy. Rong Zhuo’s body is not very strong to begin with, pretending to be bedridden for so long makes him a bit uncoordinated in movent.
The weather is gradually getting cooler. A gust of wind blows into Qianyang Palace, and Rong Zhuo sneezes suddenly. He tightens his clothes, gets up wanting to search for more clothes to add layers but just as he lands, his foot becos weak, and he falls to the ground.
"Crack!"
Rong Zhuo hears a crisp sound, his leg bone is broken, a heart-wrenching pain!
"Ah——"
He screams in agony, struggling a little, but with a broken leg, how can he stand up?
"Soone...soone co..."
He loudly calls out for help, however, Qianyang Palace is empty, not even a shadow is visible, let alone people.
The severe pain from his foot makes Rong Zhuo very miserable, difficult to endure. He calls out once more, but all around him is empty, with no one at all!
Rong Zhuo feels like he’s going to die.
How did I not pay attention and broke my leg from falling?
Yingzi is out dealing with matters these days and won’t return soon. In this condition, isn’t he just waiting to die?
A touch of sorrowful emotion spreads within his heart, to be a fallen emperor by a re fall is truly ridiculous!
"Creak——"
Suddenly, the main door slowly opens, and a ray of light enters, causing Rong Zhuo to instinctively close his eyes.
He hasn’t gone out for a long ti, not even the windows, since those people nailed them shut to prevent his escape. Even if light entered, it would be extrely minimal.
Under such a dark circumstance, when a large amount of light cos in, he is very unaccustod to it, both his eyes and body are not adjusted.
"Tap tap tap..."
A series of crisp footsteps sound at the door, and a silhouette gradually approaches.
The Little Emperor Rong Zhuo slowly adapts to the strong light with his closed eyes and begins to open them.
In sight, is a pair of golden boots.
He raises his head to see a tall, upright figure.
"Cousin... Cousin?"
Rong Zhuo instinctively says.
"Why are you on the ground?"
Li Qingmu slightly frowns, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a national celebration. At that ti, the court will host a banquet for the emperor and court officials to celebrate together. But he doesn’t like these, he prefers to spend the beautiful day with his beloved.
Every holiday eve, he visits Rong Zhuo, ostensibly for outsiders to see, to make people feel that this emperor is truly kind-hearted and brotherly.
These are all good reputations that Rong Si also appreciates, thus permitting him to visit the Little Emperor around the festival ti.
Li Qingmu routinely ca today but found Rong Zhuo on the ground, with a painful expression.
Qianyang Palace is now colder than outside, yet Li Qingmu clearly sees the Little Emperor’s forehead covered in sweat. What is going on?
Li Qingmu slightly lowers his head and discovers that one of the Little Emperor’s legs is desperately moving while the other is completely immobile.
"Your leg bone is broken?"
Li Qingmu quickly notices the problem and rushes over to check his injury.
"Cousin, I... I hurt..."
Rong Zhuo hoarsely speaks, he’s really in pain, but in front of Li Qingmu, he cannot appear too weak or he will be looked down upon by his cousin.
Li Qingmu’s right arm still bears scars from an old fall from a cliff, though they have faded significantly, yet they are still present!
Unless one completely sheds his bones and skin, it is impossible to erase scars.
Previously, Rong Zhuo had asked Li Qingmu about this matter, and Li Qingmu did not avoid the topic, explaining the cause and result in detail.
At that ti, Rong Zhuo was full of admiration, he truly admired his cousin for finding a way to survive under such desperate circumstances!
The key point is, his subsequent bone nding treatnt process, just hearing about it is enough to send shivers down one’s spine!
If Cousin is so mighty, then if he whines from such minor injuries, wouldn’t that get him ridiculed by his cousin?
"Where is Yingzi? Why is he not guarding you?"
Li Qingmu frowned, feeling that Rong Zhuo’s personal guard was unreliable.
Just leaving his master here, if any mishaps occur, could he bear the responsibility?
Rong Zhuo shakes his head: "I sent him to check on sothing."
Li Qingmu remains silent, for a long mont, then says: "I will imdiately have soone bring the Imperial Physician to treat you, while also asking them to check on Ming Fei and Princess Consort Jing."
"Thank you, Cousin!"
"No need for politeness! The Palace Attendants of Qianyang Palace are truly audacious, neglecting care for the emperor!"
"Ahem, Cousin, you are the emperor now!"
Rong Zhuo softly reminds him.
Li Qingmu’s cheeks slightly twitch, and coldly remarks: "I am just managing in proxy! Co!"
With Li Qingmu’s order, the Palace Attendants all co in.
"The emperor fell and was injured, yet none of you ca in to check or serve, are you defying royal power? All eunuchs of Qianyang Palace are to be dragged out and punished with thirty strikes!"
Thirty hits is just right, not too severe causing fatality, nor too light like rely scratching.
Instantly, the Palace Attendants of Qianyang Palace cry out their lant.
Outside the palace, all that can be seen are bare white things with a group of eunuchs waving silhouette, each ti a board falls, it splatters a series of blood.
That is... they strike fiercely, hitting to the death!
Later, Wen Jingzhong from the Imperial dical Bureau personally arrived to diagnose Rong Zhuo, saying the issue is serious. The reason he broke a bone from a fall is due to residing in nearly sealed Qianyang Palace without seeing the sun, naturally, making his bones fragile.
With fragile bones, a fall becos extrely deadly!
"The al for the Little Emperor... recently should include so better als! Otherwise, it’s hard for the Majesty to recover from this illness."
Wen Jingzhong sets Rong Zhuo’s bones, then reminds them.
"Hmm, got it!"
Overall, Wen Jingzhong prescribes a few bone-strengthening dicines and leaves.
"Thank you, Cousin! If not for your help this ti, I feel I might have died, those people..."
Rong Zhuo gratefully looks at Li Qingmu.
He really has felt the coldness of human nature during this period.
Previously, those palace maids and eunuchs would cling to him, wishing to call him Little Ancestor, but when he fell into hardship, they all turned into hungry wolves, not biting him to death counts as rcy.
Li Qingmu smiles lightly: "Majesty knows it well, today’s experiences will beco the most precious mories in the future! Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival, is there anything special you’d like to eat?"
Li Qingmu never planned to be the emperor of Daliang, so even though he is now the emperor, he calls Rong Zhuo "Majesty" quite naturally.
Rong Zhuo tilts his head, thinks for awhile, says: "That sesa pill you gave last ti was really tasty, I’d like more!"
Li Qingmu smiles, those snacks are made by his little wife, said to be not only delicious but also nourishing, a good treat.
Li Qingmu usually eats one when free, and indeed, the taste is quite pleasant.
He nods: "Okay, I’ll have soone send it over!"
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