Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot
Chapter 488 - 430: Emperor Liang’s Indulgence

Chapter 488: Chapter 430: Emperor Liang’s Indulgence

Lu Zhaoyan was at a loss for words... and he couldn’t speak, for his domineering father had taken the person directly to his courtyard and had summoned the Imperial Physician to treat Lu Yuan.

The Imperial Physician had just finished checking Mr. Zimu’s pulse, and before he even warmed the seat in the carriage, he was dragged out again.

"Prepare a room for him."

Emperor Liang ordered.

Lu Zhaoyan pointed to Lu Yuan’s chamber: "This one."

Emperor Liang carried Lu Yuan into the room and placed him on... the cold and hard bed.

Steward Jia, who had hurriedly followed, was nearly blacked out at the sight of this bed.

Yesterday, in order to please this young ancestor, he had put on the softest mattress in the residence, a full five layers!

Who could tell him where the mattress he brought went?!

Emperor Liang’s face darkened.

Lu Yuan said dejectedly, "It doesn’t matter. I’m already content having a place to shield from wind and rain."

Lu Zhaoyan wanted to hit someone...

Emperor Liang’s sharp gaze swept across the crowd, even giving Lu Qi, who had nothing to do with the matter, a stern look.

Lu Qi was utterly bewildered.

Fortunately, at this moment, the Imperial Physician arrived.

The Imperial Physician hurriedly came, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, and saluted Emperor Liang: "Your Majesty."

Eunuch Yu brought a stool for Emperor Liang to sit down.

Emperor Liang said to the Imperial Physician, "Examine the child."

The Imperial Physician glanced at the young man lying on the bed with surprise in his eyes and agreed respectfully: "Yes."

He walked to the bedside without looking elsewhere, and asked as he looked at the soot-blackened face, "Young master, is there any discomfort?"

Lu Yuan weakly replied, "Some chest tightness, I can’t breathe."

"Ah."

The Imperial Physician nodded thoughtfully, checked Lu Yuan’s pulse, and examined his body, "There are a few superficial injuries and bruises, but no internal injuries or fatal ones. Besides, from the pulse, nothing major seems wrong. It might be that inhaling thick smoke has scorched the lungs. I will prescribe medicine; after three days of intake, recovery should be visible. Just remember, avoid exhaustion, avoid exposure to cold winds, and pay attention to diet; I will include these in the prescription."

Lu Yuan thanked the Imperial Physician with his eyes.

The Imperial Physician couldn’t bear it: "Young master, rest more and try to speak less these days."

Lu Yuan gratefully nodded.

In the crowded room, only Lu Zhaoyan knew Lu Yuan’s stubborn nature.

But at this moment, it was no longer he who could make decisions.

It was his domineering father.

Emperor Liang looked at Lu Zhaoyan and started to settle scores: "He can’t speak, so you tell, what exactly happened?"

Lu Zhaoyan sighed deeply.

At how things turned out, he never anticipated.

On the first day of acquaintance, he found that the brat was excessively daring and extremely shrewd.

Even so, he still underestimated that boy’s capabilities.

While he wasn’t attentive for a moment, the boy caused enormous trouble.

Whether he admitted or not, it was troublesome.

Admit, the boy had a father, though not a good one.

But if not admitted, then the boy committed a grave crime - deceiving the Emperor -

Which was punishable by death.

Lu Zhaoyan was so angry he gnashed his teeth.

Brat, from whom did you learn these rogue skills?

"Grandfather the Emperor!"

As Lu Zhaoyan was stuck between a rock and a hard place, Lu Qi filled with righteousness came into the room.

Lu Qi glanced at Lu Yuan, who seemed to be on his last legs on the bed, and recalling their conversation in the carriage, he said seriously, "He is not Father’s son, but the son of an old friend of Father."

"An old friend’s son?" Emperor Liang looked again at Lu Zhaoyan.

Lu Qi also looked at Lu Zhaoyan: "Father, didn’t you personally tell me that he is the son of an old friend of yours?"

Lu Yuan snorted, aggrievedly turning his head.

Emperor Liang coldly said: "You don’t want to recognize your son that much?"

Steward Jia, who was personally carrying water into the house, was so startled by the Emperor’s fury that he nearly dropped the basin.

It’s not his fault for being not steady, the Emperor’s aura was just too overwhelming.

Back in the days, he conquered the north and south, pacified the Southwest, single-handedly standing against nations; how could it be without some domineering measures?

Steward Jia steadied his mind, sneakily carrying the basin, tip-toeing around from behind Emperor Liang to the bedside, softly saying to Lu Yuan: "Young master, this servant will wash your face."

Steward Jia was truly adept at adapting to circumstances.

Lu Yuan’s face was blackened.

...Truly black, soot-blackened.

Seeing no objection from him, Steward Jia wrung the cloth and began to wipe his face.

Originally, Lu Qi thought, having one more brother wouldn’t matter, but at this moment, seeing the other play tricks right under his nose, he realized the other was not simple.

He must not let Father’s acknowledge this son.