Chapter 98: Golden Jubilee Awards

o stare blankly at the embroidered pattern of mandarin ducks playing in water on the canopy, saying nothing. She neither eats nor drinks, nor does she worry about the child. Fu Ling is very worried a...Shi San glanced at Qi Ye, who was standing still like a statue. He nodded slightly, then turned and walked away.

"Lao Qi, are you alright" Si Ye quickly walked to Qi Ye's face and frowned at his stiff legs. "Can you still move"

Si Ye had been worried about Qi Ye from the beginning. After all, Qi Ye's leg ailment was serious. Ever since the weather turned cold, his leg ailment had flared up again, and he hadn't been to the study for some time. These past few days, he had been forcing himself to go, but even Si Ye found it difficult to bear, let alone Qi Ye.

The Seventh Uncle's face was as white as a sheet, standing there like a statue. He didn't dare move; he had only just managed to hold on. His injured leg throbbed with pain, numb almost. He was terrified that if he moved even slightly, he wouldn't be able to stand and would fall.

"Qiqie, with a hint of crying in his voice, said to the fourth brother: 'Fourth Brother, I dare not move.'"

Although he had been on the battlefield, he was still only a sixteen-year-old boy. Qiyé was truly afraid. He had barely managed to hold on before, but now in front of Sīyé, he could no longer bear it.

Si Ye's brows furrowed even tighter, he bent down and pinched Seven Ye's stiff right leg: "Do you feel it"

Seven Grandpa shook his head, panicked: "No."

"He's probably just frozen," the Fourth Master decisively said, "I'll send you back first and call for a doctor to take a look."

Qī yé wèi yī gè jì ér yáo tóu: "Bù xíng, hái yào qian qīng gōng ne, fù huáng, fù huáng nà r nei ne."

Seventh Grandpa shook his head vigorously: "No way, we still have to go to Qianyqing Palace, Father, Father is there."

"In your situation, Your Father will definitely understand," the Fourth Master comforted, reaching out to pat the Seventh Master's shoulder. "Don't worry, you have me, your Fourth Brother."

Qiyee said nothing, wiping at his eyes haphazardly, and kept nodding to Sijie.

"Su Pingsheng, you go and invite the imperial physician at once."

"Yes, slave obeys."

Su Peisheng hurried to the Imperial Medical Bureau. The Fourth Master had his people inform the Qianqing Palace, and then he, with the Seventh Master, walked towards the elder brother's residence step by step.

Actually, it's not impossible to let the servants send Qī Yé back. However, looking at Qī Yé's current state, he definitely wouldn't want to be seen by the servants. Qī Yé is very sensitive, and Sī Yé understands this well. He has always tried his best to take care of his brother who was born unfortunate.

"Fourth Brother, I... I've troubled you again." By the time he reached his eldest brother's place, Qiye's eyes were red and swollen, like a little rabbit.

"Don't talk nonsense," said the Fourth Master with a stern face. "I'm your brother, it's my duty to take care of you. There's no such thing as a burden. If you say things like that again, I'll really be angry."

Si Ye seldom showed displeasure to Qi Ye, but Qi Ye felt very comfortable. He stopped whining and urged Si Ye to hurry to the Qianyuan Palace so as not to delay the evening banquet.

"Don't overthink it, the doctor will be here soon."

Si Ye patted Qi Ye's shoulder, turned to leave, and was called back by Qi Ye.

"What's wrong" the Fourth Master asked.

"Fourth Brother, it's cold outside." Seventh Lord quickly took off his cloak and wanted to put it on Fourth Lord, but he couldn't stand up. Fourth Lord understood, reached out and took the cloak himself and put it on, only then did Seventh Lord finally smile.

"Let's go," Si Ye reached out and rubbed Qi Ye's face, then turned and strode away, leaving behind a sentence, "Come see me again tomorrow."

He hurried along, thankfully arriving at the Qianyuan Palace before the banquet began. The Fourth Master let out a sigh of relief.

"Master, you're finally here."

Su Peisheng hurriedly stepped forward, helping the Fourth Master take off his cloak while also taking out a handkerchief. The Fourth Master took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Wow, Fourth Brother's gotten quite a big head! Looks like he's about to surpass even the Crown Prince."

Finally, the weather has warmed up, and Third Master's mouth is becoming more slick. As soon as Fourth Master stood still, Third Master began to be sarcastic. Third Master, who recently got his eldest son, felt increasingly superior in front of Fourth Master and wouldn't miss any opportunity to subtly insult him.

Fourth Master's face remained impassive: "Third Brother, you sure have a big attitude. You always bring up His Highness the Prince in every sentence. As your younger brother, how dare I even respond"

"You!"

How could the usually taciturn Fourth Master have stolen the spotlight, right in front of so many princes How could the Third Master save face after such an embarrassing display Considering the situation, the Third Master couldn't be too overt. He lowered his voice and said coldly, "Your eloquence is getting sharper, younger brother."

"You're just not as good as your elder brother, are you" the Fourth Master said softly.

The Third Master was so angry with his calm demeanor that he almost exploded, just about to reprimand him when he saw the Crown Prince walk out from the side hall. The hall instantly fell silent and even the Third Master could only give up resentfully, following the other princes in bowing to the Crown Prince.

“Greetings, Your Royal Highness!”

The Crown Prince is the eldest son of Empress He, consort of the Emperor Wan Sui. It is said that he resembles the late Empress He by eight points. He has handsome features and an noble bearing. Since childhood, he was designated as the heir apparent, a unique advantage that added to his unparalleled honor. Every gesture reveals the air of royalty befitting the crown prince.

His gaze swept across the crowd of siblings, tall and short. Finally, his eyes landed on the eldest prince, closest to him and with the most presence. After a pause, the prince withdrew his gaze, raised his foot and walked to his own table, saying in a soft voice, "All of you, stand down."

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

In a moment, Liang Jiugong's voice came from the back hall: "The Emperor has arrived!"

The Crown Prince led a group of princes to kneel and welcome, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

In the midst of "Mount Tai's thunderous acclaim," Emperor Wan'sui, adorned in a brilliant yellow dragon robe, strode onto his throne. He looked down upon the assembled princes in the hall. Emperor Wan'sui, at the peak of his physical prime, wasn't a stern-looking ruler. Instead, he possessed a certain gentleness. However, anyone who could firmly grip power within the imperial court for decades, even a kind emperor, would inevitably exude an imposing aura.

"Rise now," Lord Wan's voice boomed as he lowered his robes and sat down, gesturing with a raised hand. "Take your seats."

"Long live Xie!"

All the princes got up from the ground and sat down one by one, but there was no longer the previous relaxation. Each of them stood straight with their waists, breathing in unison.dentally, Little Lian also went to deliver snacks to Mama Xiao, claiming they were from the master as a midnight snack,” she said, giggling at the memory. As she passed the chopsticks to Wei Zhen, she...