After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

Chapter 269 Murong Yue is sick

Seeing Murong Yanhui frowning, Murong Cheng asked worriedly, "Is the little uncle feeling uncomfortable with his wound?"

"Oh, nothing. I probably bumped my head just now and have a headache." Murong Yan evaded the question. Even though Murong Cheng came to ask about this matter, he couldn't tell him everything. After all, all this was just his guess, and it was possible that Yu Qingli didn't do it.

He still needs to investigate this matter in detail, but for now, since this is Lili's wish, he is willing to help her. However, he will not let Murong Feng have it so easy.

"Prince, although I cannot help you, I can give you a suggestion. It is better for you to admit defeat in this matter."

"Give up?" Murong Cheng was puzzled. "What does this mean, little uncle?"

Murong Yanhui said seriously, "The reason His Majesty asked you and the eldest prince to handle this matter together is to see which of you has more potential to become the emperor. To put it bluntly, this is also a test, but behind this matter, someone may have already made arrangements. So no matter what you do, the result should be the same. Murong Feng will completely and perfectly resolve this matter and thus gain the emperor's appreciation."

"In that case, shouldn't I win even more?"

"No, you're wrong!" Murong Yanhui's eyes were blazing and dazzling. "Only at this time will you lose. Victory or defeat isn't decided overnight. Today was just a small trick by my brother, but the eldest prince has the help of experts behind him and has even made every possible preparation. If he loses this time, your future will be even more difficult. On the other hand, if you lose, the other party will be less cautious towards you, and you can lie low and wait for the opportunity."

"I understand. Little Uncle wants me to retreat in order to advance! Although Big Brother will steal the show this time, the overall situation won't change, right?"

Murong Yanhui nodded slightly, what a teachable boy!

Murong Cheng clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, little uncle. I will remember what happened today."

"Don't worry about this little thing. I believe you still have a lot of things to do, so there's no need to stay any longer. Yuan'er will be here soon, and it would be a bit embarrassing for her to see you here."

"I understand. Goodbye!"

Murong Cheng left Anle Palace very quickly, leaving Murong Yanhui alone in the huge palace. Aunt Qing didn't know what was going on, but she often went to the Empress Dowager's Palace in the past few days, and Anle Palace seemed to be getting more and more quiet.

Murong Yan looked back at the still somewhat gloomy sky and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "The world? Lili, if you really want it, I don't mind getting involved!"

On the other side, Yu Qingli brought Murong Yue back to Ju'an Hall, but she couldn't calm down. She didn't know how serious Murong Yanhui's injuries were. After all, he was injured while saving her.

But why would he do that?

The place where her ankle was hit by the stone still hurt slightly, which made Yu Qingli's face even colder. Murong Yuan, it seems that she needs to be more careful with this woman in the future. For some reason, she always sees an inexplicable emotion in her eyes when she looks at Murong Yanhui, which makes her feel a little flustered and uneasy.

Could it be that she regards herself as an imaginary enemy?

"Miss, tea is here."

The lingering aroma of tea somewhat eased Yu Qingli's mood. As soon as Murong Yue returned to the hall, she complained of a headache and went to sleep. Yu Qingli didn't take it too seriously. The child was probably frightened today.

Yu Qingli took a sip of tea and thought quietly. After this incident, Murong Feng's status in front of the emperor should be greatly improved. This is also a rare good thing in the future.

I just don’t know why Murong Cheng went to find Murong Yan?

Yu Qingli suddenly sat up straight. Could it be that he was going to seek help? Thinking about it carefully, she had forgotten that Murong Yan seemed to have a good relationship with Murong Cheng at this time. So would he take action?

Presumably, Murong Yanhui should have guessed Yu Liuli's origin and the meaning behind this incident. If he stepped forward to stop or expose this matter, Murong Feng would never be able to turn things around.

But her intuition told her not to worry too much, as Murong Yanhui would not do that. Although such speculation was too arbitrary, Yu Qingli believed it from the bottom of her heart. As long as it was something she wanted to do, Murong Yanhui would not try to stop her.

She has such confidence!

"By the way, has the eldest prince ever come back?" Yu Qingli asked Mei Hong who was standing beside her.

Mei Hong said cautiously, "I just came back and saw that the young lady was not there, so I went out again. It seems that there is something important."

"Well, I heard that a lot of ministers knelt outside the Wolong Palace, and many people in the palace went to watch the excitement. Why didn't you go?"

Yu Qingli used the cup lid to push away the floating tea leaves and asked casually.

"Miss, don't you know? I heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already persuaded those people to leave. The Crown Prince is truly amazing. I heard that even when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince went to persuade them, those people refused to leave!"

There was a hint of pride in Mei Hong's tone, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Yu Qingli was also a little surprised. This action was not too quick. She thought that the matter would not be resolved until at least tomorrow morning, but she did not expect it to be so fast!

Sure enough, the prince completely admitted defeat after meeting Murong Yanhui, and then Murong Feng asked the court officials to return home.

So, Murong Yanhui should be helping the prince?

Yu Qingli felt indescribably depressed. It seemed that she had to be more cautious in the future. With Murong Yanhui joining, it would not be so easy to overthrow the prince's party.

I just don't know if he is willing to cooperate with me?

It was almost Murong Feng's destiny to become emperor. Her actions only shortened the time because she couldn't wait any longer. She couldn't wait to see Murong Feng's miserable appearance as he fell from his high position.

Yu Qingli clenched the teacup in her hand; the warm water could not warm her heart at all.

The night gradually darkened, and because of the bad weather, it seemed particularly gloomy and cold. Qinghe went to serve the meal, and Xiluo stood guard at the door as usual. She looked more like a guard than a maid.

Mei Hong stayed by Yu Qingli's side, while Yu Qingli sat at the table reading a medical book.

"Miss, dinner is ready, you can eat now."

Qing He came in from outside and replied respectfully. Yu Qing Li responded, closed the book, and ordered: "Mei Hong, go wake up Murong Yue. If she keeps sleeping like this, she probably won't have any sleep tonight."

"Yes!"

Mei Hong lowered her head and went into the house. A moment later, she hurried out with a look of panic on her face. "Miss, it's bad. The young master is sick!"

Yu Qingli was suddenly startled and stood up from the chair, "What's going on?"

"I don't know either. When I entered just now, I saw that the young master had a high fever."

Yu Qingli frowned and hurried into the room. Murong Yue, who was lying on the bed, had a red face and a round expression that looked very uncomfortable. Yu Qingli stepped forward and called softly, "Murong Yue, wake up..."

Murong Yue didn't react at all. Yu Qingli reached out and found that her forehead was indeed burning hot.

How could he suddenly become ill? This child had always been naughty and seemed to be in good health. I heard that he had never been sick when he was in Luoyang.

"Why don't you go and get the imperial physician?"

Yu Qingli gave the order and Qinghe hurried out. Yu Qingli then ordered Meihong and the others to get some cold water to cool Murong Yue down.

Soon, the imperial physician from the palace arrived. After taking Murong Yue's pulse, the physician replied, "Don't worry, Princess Consort. This young master has only caught a cold. There's nothing serious going on."

Yu Qingli felt a little relieved, but the child was fine before, so how could he suddenly become sick?

Looking at the usually lively and lovely Murong Yue lying lifeless on the bed with an uncomfortable expression on her face, Yu Qingli felt a little sad in her heart. She suddenly felt that life was so fragile.

Yu Qingli wrung out the towel with her own hands and covered Murong Yue's head. She sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, unable to come back to her senses. She thought of the little life in her previous life that died for no reason, and was not even as old as Murong Yue.

"Miss, please go and have your meal. Leave this to me. It will be cold soon!"

Mei Hong reached out to take the wet towel from Yu Qingli's hand, but was unexpectedly rejected. "It's okay, I'm not too hungry yet. You can go out first and call Xiluo in."

Mei Hong felt a little unhappy in her heart, but she still said respectfully: "Yes!"

Soon, Xiluo was called in. Yu Qingli instructed, "Go to Anle Palace and inform Prince Yan of Murong Yue's illness."

"Yes, my subordinate, go right away!"

Xiluo was about to leave when Yu Qingli said, "Wait a minute, don't let anyone else know about this."

"My subordinate understands!"

Xiluo retreated, and Yu Qingli looked at Murong Yue lying on the hospital bed thoughtfully.

Qinghe brought back the medicine from the Imperial Hospital and boiled it in the small kitchen. The night grew darker and darker. When the lights came on, Murong Feng came back.

As he entered the hall, a strong medicinal aroma hit his nose, which made Murong Feng frown. There were several exquisite side dishes on the low table in the main hall, but no one touched them with their chopsticks.

Mei Hong was standing nearby. When she saw Murong Feng coming in, an indescribable light flashed in her eyes.

"Your Highness..."

"What's going on? Hasn't Qingli had her meal yet?"

Mei Hong felt a little disappointed, and asked about the young lady as soon as she returned to the palace. Is it true that the young lady is more important in the eldest prince's heart?

"Murong Yue is ill, and the young lady is taking care of him, so she didn't have any meals."

Murong Feng's expression turned grim, and even his usually gentle smile seemed a bit cold. "Taking care of Murong Yanhui's child? You don't even want to eat?"

"Miss is also worried, not to mention that the child has a high fever..."

"Okay, no need to say anything, I'll go in and take a look."