My father is Yongzheng, and I am Qianlong?

Chapter 317 With the important matter settled, Yongzheng resolved to issue his will!
Upon learning of Fu Hui's illness, Hongli immediately took Fu Heng with him into the palace.

He recalled that historically, Fu Hui did not live to adulthood and died young in the sixth year of the Yongzheng Emperor's reign.

But he hopes that a miracle will happen in this lifetime.

Because, putting aside the fact that Yongzheng didn't have many sons to begin with, Fu Hui himself was quite adorable.

However, Emperor Yongzheng did not allow Hongli and the others to go in and visit Fu Hui.

Because he feared that Fu Hui had contracted the plague, he issued an imperial edict ordering Hongli to return home after learning of Hongli's arrival.

The plague still terrifies people in later generations, let alone in this era.

Therefore, Hongzhou was also prevented by Yongzheng from seeing Fuhui.

Even for his nephews like Hongxi, Emperor Yongzheng did not allow them to come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Therefore, after arriving from Zhengjiazhuang, Hongxi simply waited for news at Prince Yi's residence.

However, Emperor Yongzheng himself did not have any concerns about these things.

He stayed by Fukue's side for a moment, and became even more anxious when he saw Fukue's nostrils begin to contract violently.

In this regard.

Yongzheng gritted his teeth and decided to give Fu Hui aspirin.

However, Ma Jia Yun Jin stopped him at this moment, kneeling down and saying directly:
"Master! Fourth Master said that this medicine is not suitable for children under twelve years old, as it would be very dangerous."

Hongli did indeed say that.

This wasn't because he was particularly knowledgeable about medicine, but rather because of the experience he gained while serving as a servant in the government to provide relief to orphans and children during that era.

Children are much more likely to experience adverse reactions when using this medication.

"I don't care about all that right now!"

As he spoke, Yongzheng pushed Ma Jia Yunjin aside and personally forced Fu Hui to take the medicine according to the instructions.

He knew he was taking a risk.

But he had no other choice.

After all, he knew that the medicine extracted from willow bark had helped many people with high fevers recover quickly, including himself.

Although Hongli could not enter the Hall of Mental Cultivation to visit Yongzheng and Fuhui, who had moved back, he and Yunxiang would come to the Qianqing Gate almost every day to inquire about news.

However, the longer Hongli did not see Yongzheng, the more uneasy he became.

Hongxi had been following Yunxiang to the Qianqing Gate to hear news these past few days, and on this day he couldn't help but suggest to Yunxiang, Hongli and other ministers of the Council of Princes: "Why don't we ask the Emperor for permission to pray for the Eighth Prince and prepare the coffin and clothes in advance?"

Hongli frowned slightly after hearing this.

Hongzhou then walked towards Hongxi.

Hongxi's face turned pale, and he quickly hid behind Yunxiang.

"Lao Wu!"

Hongli hurriedly called out.

Hongzhou then stopped.

Yunxiang then spoke up: "Let's talk about it later. The key thing now is that Fourth Brother can't keep refusing to see the court officials!"

Then, Yunxiang said to Hongxi, "You should go back first. Staying here all the time is not good for you."

Hongxi said, "But what about my father, the Emperor, if I leave without saying goodbye?"

"I will tell Fourth Brother."

Yunxiang replied.

Hongxi could only cup his hands in thanks: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle Thirteen."

After Hongxi left, Hongli said to Yunxiang, "Thirteenth Uncle, you should go back and rest. Don't stand in the wind all the time. It's already late September, and the chill is starting to get in."

Yunxiang tugged at his horse-hoof sleeve, looked in the direction of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and said, "It's alright. My health is actually much better than before. Now I just hope that the Eighth Prince is alright."

"Eighth brother will be alright."

“My nephew has already invited monks and Taoist priests to pray for his well-being.”

"Also, have Yuzhu go to the outskirts of the capital to distribute alms to the poor, in the name of the Eighth Brother," Hongli replied.

Yunxiang smiled after hearing this: "If Fourth Brother knew how much you put your heart into it, he would feel much better even if something happened."

"But I don't want anything to happen to my eighth brother!"

"In that case, many scoundrels will be secretly delighted."

Hongli suddenly replied solemnly.

Yunxiang did not answer, but looked at the dark blue sky with a wistful expression.

But as Hongli said, many people were secretly gloating when they learned that Fu Hui was ill and that the diligent Yongzheng had not seen his court officials for several days.

First, those in the capital who were dissatisfied with Yongzheng almost celebrated their victory upon learning of this.

Grand Secretary Xiao Yongzao, who was in charge of supervising the construction of the mausoleum, said with a smile to Guangshan, a member of the imperial clan who was in charge of the mausoleum: "This is the consequence of not accumulating good deeds and massacring my Manchu scholars. Heaven could not bear to take away the mandate of our Great Qing, so it allowed his son to suffer the mistakes of the current emperor!"

"I want to go back and find out what happened, to see if our master regrets it!"

Guangshan snorted in response.

Even Manduhu, a member of the imperial clan who was imprisoned in Changchun Garden, was overjoyed when he heard the guards in the garden chatting about the Eighth Prince's serious illness and Yongzheng's refusal to meet with his court officials for several days: "Heaven has truly opened its eyes! Finally, the Fourth Prince has also suffered a heart-wrenching pain!"

Yanxin, who was imprisoned here with Manduhu, couldn't help but say, "Yes, such cruel behavior will inevitably bring disaster to one's children and grandchildren!"

"Ideally, a major plague would completely sever the line of the fourth prince's branch of the family! That way, perhaps the fourteenth prince could take charge of the government, and the eighth and ninth princes might be released!"

Manduhu, a close friend of Lao Ba, still fantasized that this would end Lao Ba's days of confinement.

Hongli, who was still waiting for news, looked at the Yangxin Hall, which was still closed and blocked by armored soldiers, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He didn't know if his father would give his eighth brother, Fu Hui, aspirin.

He now only regrets not increasing his efforts in developing new drugs. Although he has never neglected the development of medicine and has already developed many new drugs, such as Angong Niuhuang Wan and Haigou Wan, which should not have existed, he has had them tested and produced.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation at this time.

Fu Hui had been taking aspirin for some time, but it had not shown any effect.

This made Emperor Yongzheng even more worried.

He himself began to feel unwell, experiencing chills and a splitting headache.

This even made Yongzheng worry that Fu Hui had indeed contracted the plague and had infected him.

Therefore, Emperor Yongzheng had no choice but to instruct Ma Jia Yun Jin: "Go and summon Su Peisheng."

"Whoo!"

Before long, Su Peisheng arrived at Yongzheng's place: "Your Majesty!"

Yongzheng then took out a copy of his will from his sleeve: "To prevent me from falling ill and suddenly becoming unable to speak, give this to Prince Yi! Let him assist your fourth prince in ascending the throne!"

Emperor Yongzheng was clearly not entirely at ease with the imperial edict hidden behind the Hall of Righteousness and Brightness.

Su Peisheng's eyes immediately reddened, but he still knelt down and kowtowed, replying, "Yes, sir!"

After speaking, Yongzheng glanced at Fu Hui.

Fortunately, this antipyretic and anti-inflammatory drug with acetylsalicylic acid as its main ingredient is indeed very effective; however, it takes some time for it to take effect and reduce fever.

Therefore, when Yongzheng looked at Fu Hui this time, glistening beads of sweat began to appear on Fu Hui's forehead.

This made Emperor Yongzheng's eyes widen.

Before long, Fu Hui's forehead was covered in more and more sweat, and later he regained consciousness and called out to Yongzheng.

"Master! Eighth Master has pulled through!"

Ma Jia Yun Jin called out happily.

Emperor Yongzheng was overjoyed and immediately ordered the attending imperial physician to examine Fu Hui.

Fu Hui did indeed improve, and her fever finally subsided three days later.

In addition, with the help of imperial physicians who used various precious Chinese medicines to treat her, Fu Hui was eventually able to fully recover after two months.

This pleased Emperor Yongzheng greatly, and he rewarded those around Fu Hui handsomely.

(End of this chapter)