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

His brief gasp was drowned out by the deafening explosion of the fireworks and the cheers of the crowd.

"Thump!"

Water splashed everywhere.

Zhu Zhanji plunged into the icy lake water.

"Someone has fallen into the water!"

"Look! There's someone in the lake!"

"It's His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Several eunuchs near the water were the first to notice and immediately screamed.

On the high platform, Zhu Di, who was looking up at the fireworks, suddenly looked down when he heard the sound. He saw a splash of water on the lake and a bright yellow robe that was faintly visible.

"Zhanji!" Zhu Di's expression changed instantly.

Not far away, Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi's obese body suddenly trembled.

His face was deathly pale, and he staggered toward the water.

"My son! Quick! Save them!"

Crown Princess Zhang nearly fainted, her vision blurred, and she was held fast by a female official beside her. She cried out in anguish, "Ji'er! My Ji'er! Save him!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

The guards and eunuchs panicked, and those who could swim jumped into the water and swam toward the struggling figure.

Those who couldn't swim were frantically pacing around on the bank, shouting, "Get a bamboo pole!" and "Find a rope!"

The ministers were also shocked and crowded around the railing, craning their necks to look at the lake. Yang Shiqi, Jian Yi and others were so anxious that they were sweating profusely.

Zhu Zhanjun was somewhat bewildered.

Holy crap.

Isn't this just a coincidence?

Was Zhu Zhanji the first victim?

At this moment, Zhu Zhanji in the lake was choked by the icy lake water and was completely disoriented.

He was not a good swimmer to begin with, and the heavy prince's robes, once soaked in water, dragged him down like a lead weight.

He struggled desperately, but only made his body sink faster. Water kept pouring into his mouth and nose, blurring his vision. All he could hear was the gurgling sound of water and the faint screams from the distant shore.

"Help...me..." he cried weakly, his limbs growing weaker and weaker.

The first guard to jump in had already swum nearby and reached out to grab Zhu Zhanji.

However, the drowning person was clearly only fearful and did not realize that the guards were coming to rescue him. This was especially true for Zhu Zhanji, a pampered young man, who was terrified.

The guard also made a mistake; instead of hugging him from behind, he went to the front and was grabbed, causing them both to sink.

Zhu Zhanji was already delirious, and subconsciously clung tightly to the guard.

They were no longer visible on the lake.

Zhu Gaochi and his wife, who were on the shore, almost fainted.

Fortunately, at this moment, several guards who were excellent swimmers swam up to him. One of them went around behind Zhu Zhanji, wrapped his arms around his chest, and lifted his head out of the water. The other two tried their best to pull away the entangled companion.

With the combined efforts of several people, they finally managed to drag Zhu Zhanji, who had stopped struggling and whose face was turning blue and purple, and swim with difficulty towards the shore.

The shore was already in complete chaos.

Zhu Di's face turned ashen, and he shouted sternly, "Imperial physician! Summon the imperial physician immediately!"

Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi was trembling all over and almost collapsed to the ground, only being barely supported by two eunuchs.

The Crown Princess Zhang was crying so hard that she was almost fainting.

The guards finally carried Zhu Zhanji ashore.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and his abdomen was slightly swollen, indicating that he had drunk a lot of water and was unconscious.

At this moment, the imperial physician rushed over, stumbling and scrambling. He checked the prince's breath and felt his pulse, his face turning deathly pale: "Your Majesty! His Highness's breath is extremely weak, and his pulse is almost imperceptible!"

"He has choked on water and is holding his breath. The water must be drained from his stomach immediately, and then first aid should be administered, otherwise his life may be in danger!"

"What are we waiting for! Save them!" Zhu Di roared.

The imperial physician hurriedly directed the guards to place Zhu Zhanji face down on a slightly elevated stone platform and press down hard on his back.

However, after pressing for a while, Zhu Zhanji only let a little water mixed with foam flow from his mouth and nose, but he still did not react and his chest did not rise or fall.

"No... the water is stuck too deep, and ordinary methods won't work!" The imperial physician's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his voice trembled.

Damn it, he's really unlucky today; it's his turn to be on duty.

If Zhu Zhanji were to run into trouble while he was in charge, he would be finished.

Zhu Di said coldly.

"Where is the Imperial Physician?"

Meng Ji, who was standing nearby, quickly spoke up.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Wang Lun is already on his way."

At this moment, Zhu Zhanji's face grew increasingly ashen.

Seeing this, Zhang let out a heart-wrenching cry, broke free from her support, and threw herself onto her son: "Ji'er! My Ji'er! Wake up! Open your eyes and look at your mother!"

She shook Zhu Zhanji's cold body, then looked up at Zhu Di, tears streaming down her face: "Father! Save Ji'er! Save him!"

Zhu Di clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He looked around and saw that the courtiers were all at a loss, and the guards and palace maids were kneeling down. No one dared to make a sound. A sense of powerlessness made him feel desperate.

Just then, a clear voice suddenly rang out:

"Let me try!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Zhu Zhanjun had somehow squeezed to the front.

"Zhanjun?" Zhu Di was taken aback.

"Nonsense!" Yang Shiqi exclaimed urgently, "Your Highness Prince Jiyang, this is a matter of life and death, how can we treat this lightly! Even the imperial physicians are helpless, and you are just a child..."

"Shut up!" Zhu Zhanjun turned around abruptly and glared at Yang Shiqi.

Zhu Zhanjun ignored everyone else, strode over to Zhu Zhanji, and said to the imperial physicians who were still futilely pressing on his chest and the surrounding guards, "Get the hell out of my way!"

Zhu Di looked at Zhu Zhanjun.

"Zhanjun, you..."

Zhu Zhanjun cupped his hands in greeting.

"Grandpa, leave this matter to me."

Zhu Di was taken aback, gave Zhu Zhanjun a deep look, and nodded.

Zhu Gaochi and Zhang were at a loss.

Although she usually felt envious and jealous of Zhu Zhanjun, seeing Zhu Zhanjun step forward now filled her with mixed feelings.

Zhu Zhanjun looked down at Zhu Zhanji and smacked his lips.

Actually, it would have been a good thing if Zhu Zhanji had been taken away in one fell swoop.

However, he had just analyzed it carefully.

The probability is low.

After all, it wasn't winter when they fell into the water; the combination of low temperatures and drowning greatly increases the probability of death.

Zhu Zhanji was at most frightened and drank a lot of water. In addition, the imperial physician was probably not good at first aid, and he was scared, so it was inevitable that he panicked for a moment.

Once the imperial physician arrives, there is a high probability that Zhu Zhanji will be saved.

It would be better to let him show off his brotherly affection and improve his favorability in front of his grandfather, the Emperor, and also disgust Zhu Zhanji.

These thoughts flashed through Zhu Zhanjun's mind, and he then waved to Zhu Yi and the others beside him.

"Zhu Yi, come here."

Zhu Yi was taken aback for a moment, then scurried over.

"Your Highness, you wanted to see me?"

Zhu Zhanjun patted Zhu Yi on the shoulder.

"Do as I say."

"You got lucky with the Crown Prince's first kiss."

Zhu Yi: "???"

Zhu Zhanjun pointed to Zhu Zhanji lying on the ground.

"Now kneel down to his right side, place the heel of your left hand on his chest, right in the middle of the line connecting his nipples, place your right hand on top of your left, interlace your fingers and stick them out, and press down hard with the heel of your hand!"

"Press down at least an inch and a half deep, then completely relax and let your chest spring back, but don't remove your hand from your chest! Keep pressing like this, one press after another, forcefully, quickly, and continuously! You can only stop when I tell you to!"

Although Zhu Yi did not understand why, he was used to obeying Zhu Zhanjun's orders, so he immediately did as he was told.

He knelt beside Zhu Zhanji, found the right position, placed his hands on top of each other, and began to press down hard.

"One, two, three, four..." Zhu Zhanjun counted from the side while observing Zhu Zhanji's reaction.

After pressing about thirty times, Zhu Zhanjun shouted, "Stop!"

Zhu Yi stopped and looked at Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun crossed his arms and said with a smile.

"Don't say anything, just kiss him!"

Zhu Yi: "???"

He glanced at Zhu Zhanji's face.

Holy crap, he even looks quite handsome.

Zhu Yi knew that Zhu Zhanjun would not joke with him about matters of life and death.

He gritted his teeth and immediately kissed her.

Zhu Zhanjun said.

"Blow air into him!"

"Pinch his nose, lift his chin, make his head tilt back, and then blow hard!"

Zhu Yi did as instructed, taking a deep breath and then blowing it down forcefully.

"Keep pressing!" Zhu Zhanjun immediately gave the order after Zhu Yi finished blowing two breaths.

Zhu Yi dared not stop and began rhythmic chest compressions again.

Everyone around held their breath, staring in disbelief at the scene.

A group of young ladies from the Xun Gui family in the distance covered their eyes and peeked through their fingers.

This is so exciting!

Reading romance novels on a regular basis is quite intense for them.

Now, performing a male-male kiss right in front of them really made them blush.

Many people have already started to imagine a love story between the grandson of the emperor and the son of a nobleman.

Zhu Zhanjun was completely focused, instructing Zhu Yi to maintain the depth and frequency of chest compressions, while having him bend over and perform two artificial respirations every thirty compressions.

Time passed second by second, but Zhu Zhanji remained pale and unresponsive.

Zhu Yi's arms began to ache, and sweat beaded on her forehead, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.

Just when everyone was about to give up hope, Zhu Yi blew air into Zhu Zhanji's body again, and Zhu Zhanji's body suddenly trembled!

"Cough...cough cough!" A stream of murky lake water gushed from his mouth, followed by a violent, continuous cough.

"He's alive! He's alive!" someone shouted first.

Zhu Gaochi and Zhang's eyes widened immediately.

Zhu Di breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Zhanji felt dizzy and had a strong urge to vomit. He gradually realized that his body was wet and that someone was pressing down on him.

It seemed as if his lips had been touched by something soft.

Is he dreaming?

Could it be that a beautiful woman couldn't help but kiss him?

But didn't he fall into the lake?

Zhu Zhanji gradually regained consciousness and suddenly realized something was wrong.

He subconsciously opened his heavy eyelids, and what he saw was a round face with chubby, thick lips pouting, blowing hard on his mouth.

Zhu Zhanji's mind went blank for three seconds.

Then, he emitted a sharp, explosive sound.

"Aaaaaah!!!"