The clingy concubine ran away, and the sickly prince lost control.

"Alright, push me to the front yard to see Physician Feng." Pei Shiyuan straightened his clothes, sat in the wheelchair, and looked up. His face was pale and his eyes were weak.

Luo Qingyan exclaimed in surprise, "Your Highness, are you...are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Pei Shiyuan's serious and powerful voice came, and Luo Qingyan was slightly relieved.

Is that a royal physician from the palace? Or is it a ghost? Look how scared Pei Shiyuan is.

Is eating deer antler velvet for male enhancement, or is it to bolster one's courage?

Luo Qingyan was also curious to see who this Imperial Physician Feng in the palace really was.

forecourt.

The old lady was having tea with Physician Feng.

Physician Feng was the most senior physician in the palace, responsible for treating the emperor, and was the most trusted.

The emperor sent Physician Feng to treat Yuan'er. Although he was also helpless in treating Yuan'er's illness, the emperor's grace was still immense.

Therefore, the old lady would personally receive them every time they came.

"Doctor Feng, have some tea."

The old lady smiled.

"Thank you, Madam." Physician Feng took the teacup, took a symbolic sip, and then put it down. "Madam, you look quite well."

"Really? It might be the Crown Prince's illness..."

"My illness may not be as simple as my mother thinks."

Pei Shiyuan reached the door and interrupted the old lady.

He knew the old lady meant to say that his illness had improved.

"Yuan'er?" The old lady's eyes widened in surprise when she saw Pei Shiyuan's face turn as pale as before. "Yuan'er, what's wrong?"

"Mother, don't worry," Pei Shiyuan comforted her. "Imperial Physician Feng, I'm sorry to have troubled you to come, but with me like this, I'm afraid you've made a wasted trip."

Physician Feng rose and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, do not lose heart. There is always a way out. You are very fortunate, and there may be a turning point. I will take your pulse now."

When Physician Feng touched Pei Shiyuan's pulse, he was taken aback, then pressed harder to check his pulse.

"Physician Feng, how is the young master's illness?" The old lady was very anxious. It was clear that Yuan'er had taken the "Nourishing Spirit Mushroom" from the divine physician Jing Bufan and was much better.

The physician from the Jiang family wouldn't make a mistake, and besides, she was perfectly fine when he paid his respects this morning.

How did you suddenly become so sick?

Physician Feng withdrew his hand and sighed softly, "Madam, the young master's illness still shows no improvement."

Not only did it not improve, it looked even worse to him.

The old lady suddenly collapsed.

"Cough cough cough!" Pei Shiyuan suddenly coughed violently, his curled-up body trembling uncontrollably, and when he took his hand off his mouth, it was covered in blood.

Luo Qingyan was shocked. Why did Pei Shiyuan eat so much deer antler velvet and end up like this?

Physician Feng was a scrawny old man, not a handsome young man, which made her think that Pei Shiyuan had homosexual tendencies and wanted to show off in front of Physician Feng.

"Alas! Your Highness, please rest more. I will not disturb you any longer." Seeing that Pei Shiyuan was coughing up so much blood, Physician Feng estimated that he would have a hard time surviving this month and probably wouldn't last two months. He shook his head sadly.

Physician Feng, carrying his medicine chest, hurried away. What had the Duke of Xun's mansion done to deserve this? The usually robust General Pei Shiyuan had suddenly contracted a strange, incurable illness for no apparent reason.

It's best to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible. He was ordered by the emperor to come and inquire about Pei Shiyuan's condition to show his gratitude. He will just report back to the emperor and that will be the end of it.

Seeing that Physician Feng had walked away, the old lady no longer cared about her dignity and rushed to Pei Shiyuan's side: "Yuan'er, don't frighten your mother. You were fine, how did it suddenly become serious?"

"Mother, I was just doing it for Physician Feng." Pei Shiyuan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his mouth and hands. "I put a blood pack in my mouth beforehand and swallowed a lot of deer antler velvet that can disrupt the pulse."

Luo Qingyan swallowed hard. Pei Shiyuan was eating deer antler velvet like crazy, it turned out to be to disrupt his pulse, not to show off in front of Physician Feng.

"Yuan'er, why is this? The Emperor sent the imperial physician to treat you. It is an honor for the Duke's mansion and a sign of his high regard for you," the old lady asked, puzzled.

"Mother, the cause of the illness is unknown. We must be wary of everyone and not let anyone know that my health has improved, so as not to alert them and bring about further unforeseen events."

He is in the open, while the enemy is in the shadows; until a countermeasure is found, it must not be made public.

The old lady was silent for a moment: "Yuan'er, you have thought things through. But the Emperor has always valued you and has been searching for renowned doctors for you. How can you keep this from him now? Perhaps he can also find a divine doctor like Jing Bufan to treat your illness."

Pei Shiyuan sighed: "The person capable of targeting the Duke's Mansion could be someone from the royal inner court. For now, we should keep it from the Emperor and not let Physician Feng know."

The old lady nodded: "Aunt Luo, push the young master back to Linfeng Residence. He ate deer antler velvet, so take good care of him."

Luo Qingyan blushed. Even in broad daylight, she knew what the old lady meant and looked at Pei Shiyuan meaningfully.

Pei Shiyuan's eyes darted away, and he said coldly, "Push me back."

I just ate too much deer antler velvet, and a fire is burning inside me.

After leaving the front yard, Pei Shiyuan didn't wait for Luo Qingyan to push him; he rolled his wheelchair and sped towards Linfeng Residence.

Luo Qingyan followed closely behind.

Yuan Qing looked bewildered: "Master, I'll do it."

He thought Pei Shiyuan was annoyed that Luo Qingyan was pushing too slowly.

"No need," Pei Shiyuan dismissed Yuan Qing.

Luo Qingyan gave Yuan Qing a look that indicated she was capable.

Yuan Qing pursed her lips and went to rest to the side.

Linfeng Residence.

Pei Shiyuan picked up the cold tea pot on the table and poured it into his mouth.

Glug glug, the whole pot of water went down.

The teapot was slammed heavily onto the table.

Pei Shiyuan lowered his head; no, the fire in his heart was still burning.

"Your Highness," Luo Qingyan called out breathlessly as she chased him into the house, then ran out again, "I'll go get another pot of chilled tea."

Pei Shiyuan didn't hear Luo Qingyan speak, so he thought of another way and slammed the study door shut.

"Your Highness, the herbal tea is here." Luo Qingyan entered the room but did not see Pei Shiyuan. She looked around and noticed movement in the study.

"Your Highness," Luo Qingyan called softly, slowly pushing open the study door.

The first thing you see is Pei Shiyuan's desk, which is empty.

Luo Qingyan peeked inside, where Pei Shiyuan would lie down on a small couch when he got tired of reading or working.

Sure enough, it's here.

Pei Shiyuan was standing with his back to him, trembling incessantly, his back already soaked with sweat.

Luo Qingyan froze, covered her eyes, and immediately hid behind the entrance, her face burning red.

When she first saw the man, she didn't dare to breathe or move, lest Pei Shiyuan find out. If he got upset, who knew when they would be able to consummate their marriage?

Actually, she could have helped him, but he refused.

Luo Qingyan stood stiffly for a long time, barely able to stand, before Pei Shiyuan finally stopped moving.

She exhaled softly and, through the gap, saw Pei Shiyuan's clothes wide open, revealing his strong chest. He lay on the couch, panting heavily, his face flushed.

Luo Qingyan turned around, blinked, relaxed her expression, and came out from behind the entrance hall: "Young Master, herbal tea."

Pei Shiyuan jumped, quickly wrapped his coat tighter, and asked warily, "When did you get here?"

"Your Highness, I just arrived," Luo Qingyan said with a smile. "Please have some more herbal tea."

She offered it with both hands, not looking at Pei Shiyuan's flushed face, so don't doubt her.

Pei Shiyuan stared at Luo Qingyan, looking her up and down.