Zhang Haoxuan lowered his head, pretending to be in a great dilemma.
Then, he suddenly grabbed Mu Yefeng's hand. Mu Yefeng glared at Zhang Haoxuan's hand. His eyes were cold and aloof, with a hint of chilling gloom.
Zhang Haoxuan thought he was seeing things. He looked up again and only then panicked and let go of Mu Yefeng's hand. He knelt in front of him.
"Your Highness, the Emperor is busy with state affairs every day. How could I dare to trouble him?"
Mu Yefeng smiled, a flash of disdain crossing his eyes. He had heard a bit about this Zhang Haoxuan. It was said that his former sister - in - law had married Zhang Haoxuan's decrepit father, and his father had been killed by Mu Yefeng's elder brother himself.
Naturally, he didn't dare to go to the Emperor.
"I have no real power. Since you've come to me, I'm afraid I can't help you. You'd better find someone else." He tidied his clothes and sat upright, looking at Zhang Haoxuan.
"Oh, by the way, let me give you a kind reminder. You can go to the Regent. The Regent has extensive influence. Maybe he can help you."
Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Haoxuan heard the name of the Regent, his face changed. He almost wanted to throw himself into Mu Yefeng's arms and cry.
But seeing Mu Yefeng's cold eyes, he held back.
"Your Highness, you've just returned to the capital. You don't know. This Regent is extremely arrogant. He doesn't even put the Emperor in his eyes, let alone us insignificant officials."
Mu Yefeng still looked like a refined gentleman. He said softly, "I'm in prison now. How can I help you? Am I right?"
Zhang Haoxuan tried all kinds of persuasion, but Mu Yefeng still refused to agree.
He was going to play his trump card against Mu Yefeng. He got closer to Mu Yefeng and lowered his voice, saying, "Your Highness, as long as you agree to avenge my poor and wronged father, I will surely find a way to rescue you. Moreover, I will unite many ministers and persuade them to side with you. By then, we will all be your strong backers."
Mu Yefeng deliberately showed a wavering look. He probed, "You mean you will unite many ministers and make them side with me?"
Zhang Haoxuan nodded affirmatively.
Mu Yefeng asked again, "But I have no support from my maternal relatives. How can I have the strength to compete for the position of Crown Prince?"
Zhang Haoxuan gave a mysterious smile. "Your Highness, you can rest assured. As long as you agree to me, I will plan the rest for you."
Mu Yefeng happily grabbed his hand. "Good. As long as you can bring down the other princes, when I become the Crown Prince, avenging your father will be just a matter of my word."
Zhang Haoxuan nodded. "Your Highness, don't worry. I'll go and make arrangements right away."
He left the dungeon happily. After he left, Yin Cong looked at Mu Yefeng. Suddenly, he felt that the Mu Yefeng in front of him seemed a bit strange.
"Yin Cong, do you want to ask why I did this?"
Yin Cong nodded and then shook his head.
"Your Highness, whatever you want to do, I won't question you. But I will remind Your Highness not to forget what the abbot said to you when you left Wanhua Temple."
Mu Yefeng shook his head with a smile. "Yin Cong, you still don't understand. Since the day I returned to the capital, I've been at the center of the whirlpool. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here now."
He stood under the window and looked up at the place where the light came in.
He let out a deep sigh. "Choosing to return to the capital means I have to abandon everything I learned in Wanhua Temple. Otherwise, one day I'll be at the mercy of others, and people will only say I deserve it."
Just then, Mu Yanming and Mo Qinghuan walked in. Yin Cong coughed lightly in time. Mu Yefeng turned around and saw that the two were almost at the cell door.
He put on his harmless look again and walked to the cell door with a smile. "Elder brother, sister - in - law, why are you here?"
Mo Qinghuan sized up Mu Yefeng's cell. The cell was clean and tidy. There were several books on the table, and the bedding was new and made of brocade.
It seemed that the Emperor's love for this son was not just lip - service.
"I'm going to the Queen's palace later to deliver medicine to the Prince of Qi. I thought you couldn't take a bath in the dungeon, so I brought you some detoxifying pills."
He took the medicine, and his mood suddenly became down. A bitter smile appeared on his lips. "It feels so good to be cared about."
Mo Qinghuan glanced at Mu Yanming. "You two talk. I'll leave first."
Mu Yanming rubbed her head. She walked out of the dungeon and headed for the Queen's palace.
When she arrived, the old maid in the Queen's palace was stretching her neck and looking out, seemingly very anxious.
When she saw Mo Qinghuan, the old maid immediately greeted her. "Princess, you're finally here."
Saying so, she took the medicine box from Mo Qinghuan's hand and led her into the room.
When the Queen saw her, she didn't put on the airs of a queen. She warmly greeted her.
"Qinghuan, come and take a look at the Prince of Qi quickly. He's had a high fever all night. The imperial doctors in the palace have tried everything, but they can't bring the fever down. They said that if the fever doesn't go down, he..." She didn't finish the sentence and covered her face and cried.
Mo Qinghuan glanced at her from the corner of her eye. At this moment, the Queen was just a mother worried about her son.
She had seen too many such scenes, so she didn't feel particularly touched.
"Your Majesty, don't cry. It's just a fever. It's not a big problem." Saying so, she walked into the inner room.
The Queen and the old maid followed her in.
She turned to the Queen and said neither over - humble nor over - bearing, "Your Majesty, you should still remember my rule for seeing patients. I don't like to have others present."
Hearing this, the Queen looked at Mu Yichen lying on the bed. His face was pale without a trace of blood, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. Her tears flowed down involuntarily again.
It was the old maid who was calmer. "Your Majesty, let's go out. Let the Princess examine His Highness earlier so that His Highness can wake up earlier."
The Queen nodded and was helped out by the old maid.
She came to the bedside, activated the medical and poison space, and measured his temperature. It was 39.3 degrees Celsius. The temperature was indeed quite high.
She checked the wound again. After confirming that the wound was not inflamed, she gave him an injection of antipyretic medicine with confidence.
Then, she took out some antipyretic patches and put one on each of his palms, soles, forehead, and the Dazhui acupoint on the back of his neck.
After that, she packed up her things and got up to leave.
When the Queen saw her come out, she anxiously stepped forward and asked, "Qinghuan, how is he?"
The Queen's grip was so strong that it hurt Mo Qinghuan's wrist. She frowned, with a proper smile on her face. She brushed off the Queen's hand and said, "Your Majesty, you don't need to worry too much. I've already given him antipyretic medicine. The fever will go down slowly, and then His Highness will wake up."
The Queen nodded reassuringly. Just as she was about to get up and leave, she suddenly heard crying outside. The crying was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that the person was almost at the door.
She walked out and saw a figure suddenly bump into her. She stumbled over the threshold and fell backward.