Ministers Begging Me to Ascend the Throne
Chapter 103 - 102: The Eighth Prince’s Worries

Chapter 103: Chapter 102: The Eighth Prince’s Worries

That night, in Hulong Temple.

The Eighth Prince had just left the Crown Prince’s room and returned to his own guest room.

Yu Hai walked in, first saluting the Eighth Prince, then took a letter from his bosom and presented it to the Eighth Prince with both hands.

"Your Highness, there’s news in the letter."

The Eighth Prince put down the book in his hand, reached out to take the letter, and opened it to read.

Seeing the Eighth Prince’s expression change suddenly, Yu Hai hurriedly asked with concern, "Your Highness, what has happened in the palace?"

"The Tenth Prince is ill," the Eighth Prince said worriedly.

Upon hearing this, Yu Hai’s face also showed a concerned expression, "Is the Tenth Prince’s illness serious?"

"He caught a chill, but it’s nothing serious for now." The Eighth Prince said, but the worried look on his face did not lessen.

"That’s good." After saying this, Yu Hai noticed the Eighth Prince’s face was still heavy and quickly comforted him, "Your Highness, the Tenth Prince just caught a chill, you don’t need to worry too much."

"Have you forgotten? A few months ago, the Tenth Prince got a chill as well." The Eighth Prince was also worried that Zhao Yao would be like last time.

Hearing the Eighth Prince say this, Yu Hai recalled how the Tenth Prince had nearly died from illness a few months ago.

"Your Highness, the Tenth Prince is a blessed person; surely nothing will happen this time."

"I was careless." The Eighth Prince picked up the letter in his hand and burned it over the candle flame.

"Your Highness, what does the Tenth Prince’s illness have to do with you? It’s not like you caused it."

The Eighth Prince did not answer Yu Hai’s question but spoke of other matters.

"We must find a way to nurse the Tenth Prince back to health."

"Your Highness, the imperial physicians in the palace will take care of the Tenth Prince’s health."

The Eighth Prince raised the corners of his mouth in a cold smile, "If those incompetent imperial physicians could restore the Tenth Prince’s health, he wouldn’t be ill again today."

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

The Eighth Prince squinted, pondering something, and then instructed Yu Hai, "Have someone inquire if there is a Divine Doctor, and if there is, bring them back."

"Yes, Your Highness." Yu Hai sighed in his heart; the Eighth Prince truly cared about the Tenth Prince.

"Father wants to compile history, the Crown Prince will arrange for some of his people to be involved, and Lin Xueyi is among them, inform him." On the surface, Lin Xueyi was a person of the Crown Prince, but in secret, he was the Eighth Prince’s man.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The Eighth Prince looked at the candle flame, his expression contemplative.

Seeing this, Yu Hai quickly asked, "Your Highness, what’s the matter?"

The Eighth Prince withdrew his gaze from the candle flame and said blandly, "Nothing, you may go ahead with your duties."

"I take my leave, Your Highness."

The Eighth Prince read the book for a while, but didn’t turn a single page. He simply put the book down, stood up, and walked to the corridor, gazing at the distant mountains.

Hulong Temple is located in the Xishan area on the outskirts of the capital, with a stretch of mountains, providing a tranquil environment. Opposite Hulong Temple is the mountain where the Imperial Mausoleum is located, where the tomb of the late Empress is located.

The Eighth Prince couldn’t calm himself; after thinking it over, he decided to go to the Main Hall. There he knelt before the Buddha, tapping the wooden fish, praying in his heart for Buddha to bless Zhao Yao.

In fact, he didn’t believe in Buddha or gods, but for Zhao Yao, he decided to pray to Buddha once.

The Zhao Yao who was on the Eighth Prince’s mind had already recovered. At this moment, he was leaning against the bed, being fed porridge by Liang Zhaoyi.

After sleeping for an afternoon and most of the evening, Zhao Yao’s stomach had long been empty, only feeling full after drinking two bowls of porridge. After the porridge, his spirits improved significantly.

Liang Zhaoyi gently wiped his lips with a handkerchief, "How do you feel, is there any discomfort anywhere?"

Zhao Yao waved his two hands, smiling at Liang Zhaoyi, "I’m fine, there’s nothing uncomfortable."

"Really? Not lying to your mother?"

"Mother, why would I lie to you, I’m really fine now." Zhao Yao pouted, "I told you, I’m fine, yet you insisted I drink the medicine..."

His face was pinched by Liang Zhaoyi, "You had a fever this afternoon, what are you talking about?"

"Ah, a fever? Then why didn’t I feel anything?" After having lunch, he returned to his chambers to rest and kept dreaming. He had many dreams. "Mother, I dreamed of him again."

When Liang Zhaoyi heard Zhao Yao say "him," she knew who he was referring to.

"What did you dream about him, do you remember much?"

"I dreamed of him studying when he was young..." Zhao Yao slightly frowned, a sympathetic look on his young face, "He read a lot when he was young..."

This time, Zhao Yao remembered the dream. He wanted to tell Liang Zhaoyi about what happened in the dream, but as soon as he recalled the contents of the dream, his head started to ache.