The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 999: Dragon Body is Not as Important as Phoenix Body

Dong Xi had just returned from Lingzhou, and his mind was still confused. He did not think that Shen Yuanshi was still living in the young master's mansion. In a hurry, he blurted out to ask Qiu Hongyan to find someone.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Hongyan turned around and ran out without saying a word.

It was still dark and the gates of the mansion were closed. How could anyone feel safe letting a girl like her go out alone?

The doorman did not dare to delay and quickly called someone to follow.

He was a secret guard with an unfamiliar face, the emperor's man.

Qiu Hongyan jumped onto the carriage, and as soon as the curtain fell, the wheels rushed out through the morning mist.

The secret guards were as fast as lightning, always keeping a distance of three meters, and protecting the flanks of the carriage with silent footsteps.

The carriage braked suddenly in front of the Shen Mansion. Before it stopped, Qiu Hongyan lifted the curtain, jumped down and knocked on the door.

The doorman rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, "Shen Yuanshi was urgently summoned to the palace last night."

Qiu Hongyan immediately changed direction and headed straight for Kang Mansion.

When Zhong Xiyue heard that his wife had a high fever, she ran out with half of her hair loose.

Seeing this, Kang Chenyan didn't even have time to fasten his outer robe, and grabbed the medicine box and chased after his wife, "Slow down! It's cold in spring, be careful not to catch a cold! You might as well put on a thicker jacket."

"It's not my fault, it's my wife's fault."

The footsteps of the three people hurriedly intertwined in the night, and they got on the carriage together.

On the other side, the doorman of the Shen Mansion did not dare to delay. He walked quickly through the corridor with a lantern and reported the news that "the princess had a high fever" to the mistress of the house.

Upon hearing this, Madam Shen Li Jinxiu suddenly opened the quilt, tied the rope of her morning gown and called out, "Prepare the carriage! Go to Shangshu Gao's residence immediately!"

In just half a cup of tea, she had boarded the carriage with two capable maids. The driver whipped the horse and the wheels rolled through the night, heading straight to the Shangshu Mansion to find Liang Yanbing.

Liang Yanbing knew that since Li Jinxiu could find her here, it must be because Shen Yuanshi was not at home, so she immediately got on the carriage with her medicine box.

As the carriages passed by the Duke Heguo's Mansion and sped towards the Young Master's Mansion, the Duke Heguo's Mansion's doorman also promptly went to the main courtyard to report to his master.

So, when Yunqi and his wife arrived at Tinglan Courtyard, they saw the whole courtyard was brightly lit.

The corridor was crowded with old women and maids, and the main room was so crowded that it was difficult to find even a space to sit.

Wei Cailing clenched the handkerchief in her hand, with a look of annoyance between her brows. "When Xia'er came out of the palace last night, I saw that she looked unhappy. I should have been tougher at that time and insisted on letting her stay in the mansion."

The "Xia Shi Yuan" where my sister-in-law lived before she got married is still in its original state. Someone goes in to clean it every day and it is ready for living at any time.

Shi Yunqi knew that his sister looked docile, but was actually stubborn. She must have realized something was wrong at the time, so she insisted on going back to the young master's residence. She would rather suffer herself than cause any trouble to others.

Shi Anxia's high fever came suddenly and fiercely, like a snowstorm that suddenly swept through the courtyard in the twelfth lunar month.

The porcelain-white little face was flushed red, and even the brocade quilt could not cover the steam rising from the body.

The beads of sweat on his forehead had just been wiped away when they appeared again, soaking a large area of ​​the soft pillow embroidered with twin lotus flowers.

Shi Anxia was stuck between drowsiness and wakefulness, his consciousness flickering like a candle in the wind.

Occasionally, one could discern a figure swaying in front of the couch, but then the scalding fog swallowed his mind. The mumblings from his lips were sometimes clearly audible, and sometimes turned into a few vague sobs that drifted away in the brocade tent.

Several doctors took turns giving acupuncture and prescribing medicines, and they worked until dawn before the raging fever gradually subsided.

Liang Yanbing rested his knuckles on Shi Anxia's wrist until he was sure that her pulse had finally stabilized. Then he heaved a sigh of relief and put the silver needle into the needle bag.

Xiyue changed the medicine in the bowl in her hand three times, and now she finally didn't need to drink it again.

She handed the medicine bowl to Dong Xi, wrung out the handkerchief soaked with medicine, and gently wiped away the remaining beads of sweat on Shi Anxia's forehead.

Kang Chenyan stood in the corridor, his sleeves half rolled up, watching the fire in the medicine furnace himself.

The medicine pot gurgled over the charcoal fire, and the steaming medicinal vapor mixed with the morning dew condensed into fine water droplets between his brows.

Sometimes he fanned the fire with a fan, and sometimes he lifted the lid to check the color of the medicine. He was not even aware that his sleeves were stained by the splashed medicine.

The heavy atmosphere in the room gradually loosened, but no one dared to relax.

Although the high fever had subsided, Shi Anxia's face was still pale and almost transparent, and even the last trace of blood on his lips had faded.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes with difficulty. Her gaze was scattered for a moment before gradually focusing.

His cracked lips moved slightly, and his first words were, "Is mother back?"

Shi Yunqi felt a lump in his throat and his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

He leaned over and gently touched the top of her head, "It will be soon, Xia'er, have a good sleep. When you wake up, you will definitely see your mother."

Shi Anxia raised the corners of her mouth slightly and closed her eyes obediently.

Thick eyelashes cast two dark shadows on the pale cheeks, trembling slightly as the breathing gradually became steady, like a tired butterfly finally finding a resting place.

Deep in the palace, Emperor Zhaowu was also bedridden.

The emperor vomited blood.

The envoy Shen Yuan stayed up all night and was busy in the bedroom like a whipping top.

Originally, there was a key point that required the "golden needle acupuncture" technique, and this was something that Madam Anguo was best at.

But when the imperial physician on duty went to call for help with a lantern, he was told that Madam Anguo had already rushed to the young master's residence.

Shen Yuanshi hesitated for a moment while twisting the silver needle, but finally felt that Emperor Zhaowu's dragon body was not as important as the princess' phoenix body, so he gave up.

This thought scared him.

He slyly decided to roll up his sleeves and perform acupuncture himself. Although his technique was not as exquisite as Lady Anguo's, it was inevitable that the emperor would suffer more physical pain and the efficacy would be reduced by three points, but for now he had to make do with it.

After the acupuncture was given to Emperor Zhaowu, he vomited blood and only then did he feel the tightness in his chest ease a little.

That thrilling game of chess not only took away Emperor Zhaowu's chance of winning and dignity, but also drained away all his former spirit and vigor like a tearing out of his marrow and bones.

Emperor Zhaowu originally had great intentions in displaying his chess skills in front of Shi Anxia.

This was one of the few times he could stand up straight in front of her.

He knew very well that the throne was earned for him by his younger sister and his husband.

He had rushed to Tiema City day and night earlier, with the intention of sharing her worries. He had to suppress those local officials in Lingzhou who pretended to obey but actually disobeyed, and he also had to calm down the military and political turmoil that had been caused by Jiang Zhongxin and was threatening to spread like wildfire.

However, he was of no use at all.

Shi Anxia had already planned everything, and the evidence of the Lingzhou officials' crimes was neatly delivered to the Ministry of Justice; the turmoil caused by Jiang Zhongxin was easily eliminated by her.

What else could he do?

Only on this tiny chessboard can the emperor maintain his last dignity.

What's more, she also said, "I lose, I join the game and let you make your move."

Since when, the idea of ​​marrying her and making her his master has become the deepest obsession in his heart.

It is not just the man's admiration for the beautiful woman, but also the emperor's desire to conquer her.

Emperor Zhaowu thought he was sure to win. The black and white pieces on the chessboard seemed to have transformed into his sharp edge that had been dormant for many years.

Winning is a sure thing! This was his only thought before he made his move.

You know, he is the famous national player Changping Jun of the Northern Wing!