Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 188 - What Is Consort Jing Pin Up To

Chapter 188: Chapter 188 What Is Consort Jing Pin Up To?

Chapter 188 -188 What Is Consort Jing Pin Up To?

The Second Prince also showed a look of concern on his face.

He urged the Empress to go back and rest, and decided to stand guard outside the hall himself, truly a good second brother who is respectful and courteous to his siblings.

Inside Yangxin Hall.

The Emperor was ultimately tender-hearted toward Consort Jing, allowing her to leave so that she would not have to see the miserable state of the Third Prince and become distressed.

Consort Jing was unwilling to leave and insisted on staying, saying she would be even more worried if she couldn’t watch over him.

Ever since the Third Prince had his accident, Consort Jing had barely closed her eyes. The Third Prince was her life, the source of her future glory and wealth. Now, she felt that everyone wanted to harm her son’s life, and she even suspected Murong Jiu might sabotage the situation. Naturally, she was unwilling to leave and wished she could watch over him without blinking.

Seeing her so anxious for her child, the Emperor felt reassured yet heartbroken, and finally nodded his head, agreeing to let her stay.

Murong Jiu was indifferent, as long as Consort Jing didn’t cause any trouble.

The Third Prince’s condition was tricky, mainly because of his distinguished status, which made the Imperial Physicians wary of administering medicine haphazardly.

But to Murong Jiu, having healed countless people in her previous life, she knew at a glance how to save him.

After taking the medicine, the Third Prince’s high fever had subsided.

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The Powder for Anesthesia was also ready, and after its effect took hold, Murong Jiu began to wield the scalpel.

The knife had been soaked in alcohol for a moment, then heated on the fire before being used.

The Emperor watched for a few moments but could not bear to watch any further.

Consort Jing sobbed softly on the side, turning and throwing herself into the Emperor’s arms, looking extremely fragile.

Murong Jiu, catching a glimpse from the corner of her eye, couldn’t help admiring her.

It wasn’t just because Consort Jing resembled the Empress Dowager that she had won the Emperor’s heart; she was also cunning. Even at a time when her son was critically wounded, she did not forget to invoke even more pity from the Emperor.

Jun Yuyan, with an unwavering gaze, efficiently passed instruments to Murong Jiu, rendering the assisting Imperial Physicians somewhat superfluous.

The Emperor occasionally glanced over and felt that Murong Jiu was very dependable, quick in her actions, and resolute. She swiftly excised all the rotten flesh, leaving the wound clean in no time.

There was a lot of blood, but still within the normal range.

Before stitching up, Murong Jiu began to set and mend the Third Prince’s bones.

As she pressed down, she found that the kneecap was shattered in several places, not merely a simple fracture. It seemed unnecessary for her to do anything; this leg would definitely not be able to walk normally.

Of course, if she were willing to treat the Third Prince as she had Jun Yuyan, he would certainly recover, but she wouldn’t do that. Jun Yuyan was her husband, and the Third Prince was no one to her. Sparing his life was an act of mercy.

During the bone-setting, the Imperial Physicians did not dare to breathe too loudly for fear of moving too much and disturbing a major blood vessel, causing another uncontrollable hemorrhage, which the Third Prince’s body could not afford.

Fortunately, Murong Jiu’s movements were skilled, and her bone-setting technique was astonishingly fast. With only a couple of crackling sounds, the bones snapped back into place, and the swollen bump receded at a visibly fast rate.

Murong Jiu then began stitching up the Third Prince’s wound using threads made from the intestines and sprinkled some precious medicinal powder inside, used exclusively by the Imperial Family, which was more effective than ordinary medicine.

The following period would not be taken lightly; it was crucial to ensure that the Third Prince did not develop another fever, and only after he had survived the initial critical days could he be considered out of danger.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor first let out a sigh of relief, and then his anxiety returned. He ordered the Imperial Physicians and Murong Jiu to pay close attention to the Third Prince’s condition.

“Yanyan, Xiao Jiu, for the next few days, you will stay in the palace. I have prepared accommodations for you. With you here, I can rest assured. I only have four sons – if anything happened to any of them, it would grieve me deeply.”

The last sentence seemed like an explanation for his uncommon concern, possibly recalling the incident when Jun Yuyan was injured, and he merely sent Imperial Physicians to the mansion instead of bringing him into the palace for treatment.

But his guilt was fleeting, and he soon felt justified again because the Third Prince was his favorite son, the one he had high hopes for. How could the other princes compare?

He was just a father looking out for the son he loved. What could be wrong with that?

Jun Yuyan didn’t care at all.

Long before, he had ceased to care about such things as paternal or maternal love.

Murong Jiu felt somewhat displeased but did not show it. She thanked the emperor, yet still reminded him,

“Father Emperor, The Third Prince cannot be left alone. It is unknown who would want to harm him, striking with such deadly force. Had it been one day later arriving in Capital City, I’m afraid not even immortals could have saved him. This humble child worries that someone might tamper with his medicine. You must have someone watch over it carefully to prevent anyone from taking advantage of his vulnerability and harming The Third Prince again!”

“Rest assured, no one dares to tamper with anything in the palace!”

The emperor said sternly, his eyes filled with the intimidating presence and murderous intent of a supreme ruler.

This was why he had The Third Prince brought directly to the Imperial Palace, to Yangxin Hall. He refused to believe that anyone could harm The Third Prince under his watch.

The Second Prince indeed had not expected this, neither had his aides.

Thus, indeed, it would be very difficult to make a move.

Moreover, the Second Prince had not seen The Third Prince before the emperor had both him and The Fourth Prince sent out, making The Third Prince inaccessible to anyone.

The wittier concubines in the harem realized there was an issue, feeling like the emperor seemed to value The Third Prince too highly.

Even if it was out of affection for his son, when Prince Ling met with trouble in the past, why hadn’t the emperor shown the same concern?

Only with comparisons come the distinctions.

Moreover, looking at Consort Jing, she was now lodged directly in Yangxin Hall. It is worth noting that no woman had ever stayed overnight in Yangxin Hall, not the Empress, and not even the favored Noble Consort Qi. Consort Jing was the first.

Even if it were out of sympathy for The Third Prince, the emperor’s actions were truly extraordinary, and a different implication could be discerned.

The Empress smashed a few cups in her own palace chamber out of anger.

“Mother Empress, calm down. It’s not the first day you know of this matter,”

the Second Prince advised.

The expression on the Empress’s face was gloomy and distorted.

“This palace just thought he would keep it a secret, yet who knew he would make it public, no longer bothering to conceal it. Just wait, once The Third Prince’s health improves, your Father Emperor will surely show his favor for The Third Prince to the ministers!”

That was what vexed the Empress!

So many years of toil could not compare to the emperor’s partiality.

Moreover, Consort Jing would surely be elevated in status, brought forth before everyone.

After all, if The Third Prince aspired to be Crown Prince, his mother’s status could not remain low.

The thought of a woman she had never regarded highly about to become the most favored in the harem disturbed the Empress deeply. How could her heart be at peace?

In time, those other concubines in the palace would not know how to mock her behind her back.

Despite her being the Empress, and the Second Prince being the legitimate son!

What did Consort Jing amount to?

A palace maid thought to rise above her?

The son of a palace maid aspired to overtake her own son to be Crown Prince?

In your dreams!

The Second Prince, fearing she might go mad, hastily said, “Mother Empress, right now we can only hold our troops back and extend no hand toward Yangxin Hall.”

“Even if we cannot extend a hand, we must find a way. You seize the opportunity to get close to Murong Jiu and have her cripple The Third Prince!”