Chapter 35 Honghui is in a coma
Yihuan did not sleep well. She dreamed that Honghui was standing alone in the dark, with unknown creatures slowly approaching him from the shadows. It seemed that Honghui was unaware of all this.

He was floating in the air, as if something was dragging him from below, like an invisible pillar. Honghui stood on it with his eyes closed and a peaceful expression.

Yihuan shouted loudly, trying to alert Honghui, but her voice seemed to be blocked by the darkness. The mother and son seemed close, but in fact, there was a chasm between them.

Yu Xiao saw that Yihuan was not sleeping well. She kept mumbling and cold sweat was oozing from her forehead. She guessed that she must be having a nightmare.

So she gently pushed Yihuan's arm, trying to wake up her master who had just fallen asleep.

If you continue sleeping like this, you might get sick.

Yihuan opened her eyes and looked at the warm candlelight in the room. She breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of being swallowed by darkness just now turned out to be a dream.

That's good, she said there is no such space in the world.

With Yu Xiao's hand, Yi Hua drank some honey water to moisten her mouth, and the slight pain in her abdomen was relieved.

"What time is it? Has Honghui come back?"

Yu Xiao replied, "The master and the prince haven't come back yet. It's almost time. Would you like to think of something to prepare for Prince Honghui tonight so that I can ask the kitchen to make it."

Yihuan nodded: "The child was crying for hotpot a few days ago, so I asked the kitchen to prepare it in the evening, with fresh mutton, side dishes, and chewy noodles."

"Yes." According to the rules, things like pots can only be used after the winter solstice. Fortunately, after they leave the palace, there is no need to follow the rules for some things. It is just a matter of preparing a delicious dinner for the children.

Although she had a good sleep, Yihuan still felt a little tired. She rubbed her eyebrows and seemed to hear someone calling "mother" in her ear.

"Honghui is back?" Yihuan asked again after a while.

Nanny Chen reached out and touched Yihuan's forehead. It was warm, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "Fujin, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Yihuan shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

Just then, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside. When the curtain was drawn, Yihuan saw a little eunuch who looked familiar.

It seems that he is the little disciple of Liang Jiugong in the palace.

"Your servant pays respects to the Fourth Lady! Prince Honghui fell off his horse in Shangsiyuan and is now in the palace with the Empress Defei under the care of the imperial physician. The Emperor orders you to enter the palace!"

what? !

Yihuan stood up suddenly. Because she hadn't eaten yet, her vision went dark and she almost fainted on the spot.

Her nails dug into her palms so hard that blood oozed out. Yihua finally came to her senses: "Thank you for coming over. What happened to Honghui? Is it serious?"

The young eunuch was very nervous: "Prince Honghui hasn't woken up yet, and the imperial doctors are taking turns to consult. Fortunately, the medicine can still be fed to him."

Yihua quickly changed into a decent palace dress and motioned to Nanny Chen to give the eunuch a bulging purse: "I forgot to ask just now, is Prince also in the palace?"

The young eunuch squeezed the purse as he took it, and immediately estimated the amount in his mind, almost laughing out loud. Fortunately, he still remembered what he had been talking about, and tried to make his expression sad, looking a little distorted: "The prince had some temporary official business today, and it was the fourteenth prince who sent Prince Honghui to the palace, and there were other eunuchs who went to invite the prince."

Upon hearing that Yinzhen was not with Honghui, Yihuan's face turned pale all of a sudden. The pain in her stomach became more and more severe. She was sweating profusely. Sitting in the carriage on the way to the palace, she pinched Yuxiao's hand until it turned purple without even realizing it.

Yihuan was used to walking this route, but today it seemed particularly long. She felt a little confused and an idea popped into her mind.

What should I do if Honghui can’t hold on?
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Yonghe Palace

The Ninth Prince, the Tenth Prince, and the Fourteenth Prince knelt at the door, all three of them were ashamed, their expressions revealing regret. Although the Fourteenth Prince reacted quickly at the time, the blood on the back of Honghui's head still hurt the hearts of the three of them.

When the imperial physician carried Honghui into the palace, Kangxi was furious and gave each of the three men a kick in the heart: "Is this how you act as uncles?"

None of the three dared to hide, and they all knelt on the ground to reflect on themselves.

All the imperial doctors who were on duty were called into the palace. Fortunately, Honghui's wound was not that deep and the bleeding stopped, but he remained unconscious.

After receiving the news, Yinzhen rushed into the palace without stopping, much faster than Yihuan.

He didn't care about his brothers kneeling at the door of the hall. He ran in hurriedly and saw Honghui lying there at a glance.

Kangxi first patted Yinzhen on the shoulder and said, "Fourth Brother, I know you are anxious. You must trust the medical skills of the Imperial Hospital."

The medical skills of the Imperial Hospital?

Yinzhen wanted to laugh. How did the late queen die? How did his adoptive mother, the Imperial Noble Consort, die? How did his sixth brother die? Did the imperial doctors in the palace figure it out?

Is his son going to follow in the footsteps of these people and die in this palace?

As soon as Yinzhen entered the room, he spat out a mouthful of blood without saying a word.

The imperial doctors were busy prescribing tranquilizer pills for Yinzhen.

At this time, Yihuan also arrived. Without caring about etiquette, Yihuan knelt down in front of the bed and said, "Master, how is Honghui?"

Seeing Yihua's earnest eyes, Yinzhen couldn't bear to look at her, so he looked away and reached out to pull her up: "Don't be afraid, Honghui will be fine."

"Yes, he will wake up." Yihuan murmured, and was supported by Yinzhen to sit down.

Seeing that the room was in turmoil, Concubine De said, "Your Majesty, Honghui is blessed with great fortune. With your dragon energy blessing, we will be able to turn danger into safety. The three children did not mean to do what happened today. They have been kneeling and sincerely repenting. Your Majesty, why don't you let them go back and reflect on their mistakes and change their reckless nature."

The Fourteenth Prince is her biological son, so kneeling down is nothing.

The Ninth Prince's biological mother, Concubine Yi, was still alive, and his biological brother, the Fifth Prince, was taken care of by the Empress Dowager. Needless to say, the Tenth Prince was the biological son of the Imperial Noble Consort. Each of these two was more prominent than the other, and although there were reasons for it, it would be bad for the Fourth Prince's family if word got out that a distinguished uncle was kneeling before his young nephew.

Kangxi was already angry, and now he felt even more distressed when he saw his grandson unconscious. Hearing the three culprits, he said directly: "How dare they go back? Ten strokes of the cane each, and then go back and reflect on your mistakes!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Jiugong quickly called the three princes away to carry out the execution.

Yinzhen held Yihuan's hand and his eyes gradually turned cold as he looked at Defei.

Even though Honghui is like this, his mother still favors the Fourteenth Prince. Can human hearts be so biased?
Yihuan looked at Honghui's head wrapped tightly in white cloth without blinking, for fear of missing any subtle movements of Honghui.

But he was so calm, his breathing was smooth, and his expression seemed familiar.

Where is it?
Yes, in a dream!
Yihuan suddenly gasped for breath. Could it be that Honghui's consciousness was trapped in that dark space at this moment?

Thinking of this, Yihuan didn't care about being impolite in front of the emperor and rushed to Honghui. She wanted to reach out and touch him but was afraid of touching his wound. She carefully leaned close to Honghui's ear and began to shout for Honghui's life over and over again.

Oh God, if you are still alive, please let Honghui hear my voice!

Yinzhen couldn't bear to see her, so he could only turn his head away and start studying the prescriptions of the imperial doctors.