In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me! Chapter 150: Trust at the Edge of Life

Yue Mingxuan’s words made the Emperor fall into deep thought.

He knew that Yue Mingxuan was the only hope to save Qing’er, but the thod he described was too frightening and he had already made the risks very clear.

For a mont, the Emperor did not know how to decide.

Seeing the Emperor hesitate, Yue Mingxuan could understand it.

From every detail of Rong Qinglei’s food, clothing, housing, and daily life, it was clear that the Emperor truly cared about him.

When it ca to such a life and death matter, it was only natural that the Emperor found it difficult to make a decision.

When the Emperor still did not make a decision after a long ti, the Imperial Consort Zhou beca anxious.

She had also heard that Yue Mingxuan did not have full confidence in curing Rong Qinglei.

This was simply a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity falling from the sky.

"Your Majesty, ti waits for no one. It would be better to make a decision as soon as possible," she said.

The Emperor looked at Rong Qinglei lying on the bed, then looked at Yue Mingxuan standing nearby.

"Yue Mingxuan, can you save my son? Can I trust you?" the Emperor asked.

Yue Mingxuan really wanted to pat his chest and make a firm promise, but he could not do that, so he could only respond with silence.

Until a weak voice broke the silence.

"I trust him."

Rong Qinglei on the sickbed had woken up at so point.

His face was frighteningly pale and even his eyes had lost their forr light and spirit.

The Emperor and Yue Mingxuan spoke at the sa ti, "Qing’er (Prince Qing), are you feeling any better?"

Rong Qinglei looked at the worried eyes of his father and Yue Mingxuan.

All of a sudden, his heart felt warm and full.

People often said that those born into the royal family were cold and heartless, but how lucky was he to receive such sincere care from both his father and Yue Mingxuan.

"A little better," Rong Qinglei said. "I just feel weak all over."

Seeing that Rong Qinglei had regained consciousness, the Emperor asked in a serious tone, "Qing’er, you said just now that you trust Yue Mingxuan. Do you know what kind of treatnt he suggested?"

Rong Qinglei struggled to sit up halfway and replied, "This son has heard Mingxuan ntion it before. This son trusts him."

Hearing this, the Emperor let out a long breath.

"Since you trust him so much, I have nothing to object to." He then turned to Yue Mingxuan and said, "Yue Mingxuan, I am placing the future of Beirong in your hands. As for Qing’er, he will stay in Chengqian Palace for the ti being."

The speaker may have spoken without deeper intent, but the listeners understood clearly.

The Emperor’s words, along with the decision to let Rong Qinglei live in Chengqian Palace, clearly showed that Rong Qinglei was being treated as the future heir of Beirong Kingdom.

Concubine Hua and the Imperial Consort Zhou were so angry that their teeth itched, yet there was nothing they could do.

They could only secretly pray in their hearts that Rong Qinglei would not survive this illness.

The Emperor’s decision also shocked Yue Mingxuan.

He had originally thought that the Emperor’s care for Rong Qinglei was only the love of a father for a sick and weak child.

He did not expect that the Emperor held such thoughts in his heart.

Suddenly, Yue Mingxuan felt an extrely heavy burden on his shoulders.

After hesitating for a mont, he spoke softly, "Your Majesty, to gather all favor is also to gather all resentnt. The royal family is not rciful."

The Emperor waved his hand dismissively. "I know. But you should also know that the higher one’s status, the more protection one receives. If soone wants to make a move, they must think carefully first."

Yue Mingxuan nodded lightly, but worry still lingered in his heart.

As the saying went, open attacks were easy to avoid, but hidden arrows were hard to guard against.

He truly could not feel at ease.

Hearing the Emperor’s words, Rong Qinglei quickly spoke up from the bed, "Father Emperor, in terms of learning and reputation, I am not as good as Third Brother. In terms of leading troops on the battlefield, I am not as good as Second Brother... Father Emperor, if you do this, this son truly does not dare to accept it."

The Emperor said, "What you need to do now is to recover your health. As for the rest, I have my own plans."

Seeing how firm the Emperor was, Rong Qinglei did not dare to say anything more.

Thus, the matter of Yue Mingxuan treating Rong Qinglei’s illness was settled just like that.

At the sa ti, the news that Rong Qinglei had been internally chosen as the Crown Prince quietly spread throughout the Beirong court.

Although no imperial edict had been issued yet, the ministers were already arguing endlessly over it.

Naturally, Yue Mingxuan and Rong Qinglei beca the center of the storm.

However, neither of them had the mood to care about these things now, because Rong Qinglei’s condition was worsening by the day.

In order to treat Rong Qinglei’s heart illness, Yue Mingxuan racked his brain.

For three days in a row, he stayed imrsed in the Beirong imperial library.

Even his als were casually delivered by palace attendants.

Fortunately, everyone now knew that he was favored by the Emperor, so no one dared to treat him poorly.

Stretching his body, Yue Mingxuan rubbed his throbbing temples.

The tension of these three days was comparable to when he had once faced the most important exams of his life.

Thankfully, he had finally found a way to deal with the situation, one that could temporarily slow down Rong Qinglei’s illness.

Otherwise, losing so many brain cells over these three days would truly have been a terrible loss.

Yue Mingxuan carefully adjusted the last few herbs on the prescription and slightly adding and removing ingredients so that the dicine’s nature would beco gentler.