The Great Ming Demon Pill: Your Majesty, please address me as the Crown Prince!

Qianyuan Palace.

Zhu Zhanjun is currently working on the design for the next issue of the "Da Ming Xin Bao" newspaper.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded.

A pale-faced, beardless eunuch with a flustered expression rushed into the study.

"Your Highness...Prince Jiyang!"

"This servant has come on the orders of Eunuch Meng. Your Majesty... Your Majesty has encountered an accident in the Qianqing Palace!"

Zhu Zhanjun felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly stood up.

"What's wrong, Grandpa? Explain yourself!"

The little eunuch was panting.

"This servant doesn't know the specifics, only that His Majesty suddenly fell while reviewing memorials in the palace, injuring his forehead and bleeding profusely. He is currently unconscious!"

"The imperial physicians have all rushed there. Eunuch Meng instructed me to inform Your Highness immediately that you must go there at once!"

Zhu Zhanjun's heart sank.

Not right.

According to his memory, Zhu Di shouldn't have died so soon.

However, he was unaware of the specifics of the Qianqing Palace.

Right now, the most important thing is to get to the scene.

He immediately summoned a eunuch and sent him to the Prince of Han's residence to deliver a message, while he himself rushed to the Qianqing Palace.

...................

Qianqing Palace.

Bright lights.

Imperial Physician Wang Lun held his breath, his fingers resting on Zhu Di's wrist. His brows furrowed at first, then relaxed slightly, revealing a hint of confusion.

He checked the pulse three times before finally withdrawing his hand and turning with a strange expression to Meng Ji, who was kneeling beside the bed, and Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji, who had just arrived.

"How is it?" Meng Ji was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead, and his voice trembled. "How is His Majesty's health...?"

Wang Lun hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "Eunuch Meng, I have examined His Majesty's pulse repeatedly... His Majesty's pulse is steady and strong, and his qi and blood are abundant. There is no sign of serious harm."

"Impossible!" Meng Ji exclaimed. "His Majesty bled so much and was unconscious, how could he be alright?!"

Zhu Gaochi, who was standing around the couch, said in a deep voice.

"Physician Wang, have you examined me carefully?"

"Father, what is the reason for his terrifying appearance?"

Wang Lun cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone hesitant.

"This humble official dares not speak presumptuously."

"Your Majesty's pulse is indeed strong, far surpassing that of ordinary people... However, I am not at a good time to understand the cause of this coma and the bloodstains."

"Perhaps the sudden fall caused a temporary surge of blood and qi, coupled with the shock?"

The other imperial physicians also took turns to examine the pulse, and their conclusions were largely the same as Wang Lun's.

His pulse was normal, and his physical condition could even be described as robust, but the glaring "bloodstains" and brief coma were undeniably real.

An eerie silence fell over the hall. Everyone stared at Zhu Di, who lay on the dragon bed with his eyes closed and his forehead stained with "blood," exchanging bewildered glances.

Just then, Zhu Di on the bed twitched his eyelids and let out a muffled groan.

"Your Majesty?!" Meng Ji was the first to notice and rushed to the bedside.

Zhu Di slowly opened his eyes, his gaze initially unfocused. But when he saw the familiar canopy above him and the dark mass of people surrounding the bed, he was momentarily stunned.

"What... what's going on?" Zhu Di felt a pain in his forehead.

"Your Majesty! You're awake!" Meng Ji cried with joy and quickly helped him up. "You scared this old servant to death! You suddenly fell in the palace, hit your head, bled a lot, and were unconscious... The imperial physicians have just checked your pulse and said you're fine."

Zhu Di was helped to sit up. Apart from a slight pain in his forehead and a soreness in his back, he felt no other discomfort.

He looked around and saw that everyone looked worried. Then he looked at the "bloodstains" on his clothes and his lips twitched.

Why does this "bloodstain" smell so good?

Could it be some kind of juice?

Damn, it seems that's really true.

He remembered drinking juice and excitedly rocking his chair, which resulted in him falling.

Let it fall.

The juice jug hit him on the head.

What a coincidence!

Just as Zhu Di was about to explain, Zhu Zhanji suddenly lunged forward, gripping the edge of the couch tightly with both hands, his eyes instantly reddening.

"Grandpa! How...how did you get so badly injured?!"

"Upon hearing the news, my grandson was utterly devastated..."

"If anything were to happen to you, your grandson, your grandson..."

Seeing this, Zhu Di felt a warmth in his heart and raised his hand to touch Zhu Zhanji's head, but the movement aggravated the soreness in his back, and he hissed softly.

Zhu Zhanji immediately looked up, anxiously saying, "Grandfather, don't move! You were just injured..."

Zhu Di coughed lightly.

"I'm fine."

As he finished speaking, he saw that everyone's faces were still tense, especially Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji, who were pale. He felt somewhat helpless.

Damn, it's hard to explain.

You can't exactly say he got high on juice and then tripped and fell flat on his face, spilling juice all over his head.

Zhu Di said softly.

"Zhanji, get up."

Zhu Zhanji remained kneeling and refused to get up.

"It is your unfilial son who has not been able to stay by your side often, Your Majesty. If I had known you were so tired, I would have served you day and night..."

Seeing his grandson's sincere emotions, Zhu Di said gently, "Zhanji, get up. I'm fine; it was just a momentary lapse in concentration."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall, "It was a false alarm today, but it's made you all run around exhausted."

At this moment, Zhu Gaochi stepped forward, his large body kneeling with difficulty, and said in a trembling voice, "Father, you have been frightened, and I am filled with fear! I beg you, Father, never again toil alone until late at night. If there are any memorials to be submitted, I am willing to share your burden!"

Before Zhu Di could speak, a report came from outside the hall: "His Highness the Prince of Jiyang has arrived."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they heard a voice that seemed to pierce through the roof of the hall.

"Grandpa Emperor!"

"Aww, you're dead! What am I going to do?!"

"I just felt I could share your burdens and relieve your worries... How could you... how could you just abandon me like this!"

"Grandpa, please open your eyes and look at your grandson!"

"You said just a few days ago that you'd reward me handsomely once the grain arrived, and that I'd make you some iced drinks... You can't go back on your word!"

"Your grandson won't let you leave!"

"The Ming Dynasty cannot do without you, and your grandson cannot do without you either!"

"Wow!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a small figure rushed in like a whirlwind, lunging at Zhu Di's bed and shoving Zhu Zhanji away.

Zhu Zhanji: "???"

Zhu Zhanjun looked at Zhu Di with teary eyes.

"Holy crap, Grandpa Emperor, are you having a final burst of energy before you die?"

[Ding! You have obtained a golden treasure chest!]

Zhu Di blew his beard and glared.

He was quite touched when he heard his grandson call him that.

What kind of talk is that?

He coughed lightly.

"Grandpa is fine, it's just a superficial injury."

"Stop howling."

Wipe your tears.

Zhu Zhanjun said "Oh," picked up Zhu Di's sleeve to wipe his tears, and wiped his nose as well.

[Ding! You have obtained a silver treasure chest!]

Zhu Di: "..."

Zhu Zhanjun looked completely innocent.

"Grandpa, it's just a superficial wound."

"I thought you were going to die."

[Ding! You have obtained a silver treasure chest!]

Zhu Di's lips twitched slightly.

"Zhanjun, your grandfather knows you'll miss him."

"But Grandpa is alright!"

"He won't die yet."

"Grandpa Emperor estimates that he can stay with you for at least another twenty years."

Are you happy?

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, then shook his head.

Everyone looked at each other.

Zhu Di looked completely bewildered.

Nodding is understandable, but shaking your head? What's with that?

He stared wide-eyed.

"Zhanjun, aren't you happy that your grandfather is still alive?"

Zhu Zhanjun smiled shyly, looking completely innocent.

"Grandpa, I'm so happy you're alive."

"However, since my grandson has already created such a lively atmosphere, wouldn't it be inappropriate for you not to leave?"

[Ding! You have obtained a Prismatic Treasure Chest!]