Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 401: The Ruse of Self-Injury and Filial Devotion

Chapter 401: Chapter 401: The Ruse of Self-Injury and Filial Devotion

Imperial Palace, outside Qi Yun’s sleeping quarters, people knelt on the ground.

Crown Prince Qi Junji, Third Prince Qi Junyi, Seventh Prince Qi Junchen were there, as well as the Empress, Consort Xue, Princess Consort Zhen, and other concubines, princes, and princesses.

Empress Qiao appeared calm, quietly kneeling and waiting, while Crown Prince Qi Junji seemed overly dramatic, crying loudly, hoping his father would awaken soon.

Qi Junyi and Qi Junchen were a bit better, though their expressions were filled with grief and agony.

Their emotions were genuine. If Qi Yun were indeed to die from this, the throne would undoubtedly go to the Crown Prince Qi Junji, as he was rightfully the Crown Prince!

Therefore, among the princes present, the ones who least wanted Qi Yun to have any mishaps were the Third and Seventh Princes, while ironically, the one who most wanted something to happen to Qi Yun was the seemingly tearful Crown Prince.

As long as Qi Yun died, he could immediately inherit the throne. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Father!"

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed in, and it was none other than Qian Yi.

Since experiencing the taste of power, Qian Yi was unable to extricate himself, always striving for more, and naturally aiming for the emperor’s position.

Though the position of emperor required one’s own striving, it also needed the grant of the Emperor. Now that Qi Yun was bedridden, no amount of effort would help, so he felt anxious inside, and tears welled up as he reached the palace doors.

He did not wail like Crown Prince Qi Junji, but remained silently tearful, which made his emotions seem more sincere.

The group knelt outside for a full hour. Finally, the palace doors opened, and several imperial physicians, including Shen Chong, walked out.

"How is the Emperor’s health?"

"How is Father?"

Upon the physicians’ emergence, the concubines and princes rushed forward to inquire.

"The Emperor is fine, just suffered a sudden rage that harmed his health, but we’ve prescribed medicine, and once taken, he’ll be unharmed and will awaken shortly."

"Thank heavens, bless the heavens!"

Hearing that Qi Yun was alright, Crown Prince Qi Junji’s face briefly stiffened, but he quickly displayed immense joy, though this act was poorly done, it was not the time to criticize.

"The Emperor needs peace and rest now, so all of you must withdraw for now!"

Shen Chong came forward, speaking mildly, advising the concubines and princes to leave.

"No, I wish to stay here to accompany Father until he awakens!"

At this point, Qian Yi performed exceptionally well, kneeling there, unwilling to stand up.

This was a great opportunity to show filial piety, definitely not to be missed. The other princes, seeing this, followed suit, insisting on kneeling there until Qi Yun regained consciousness.

In fact, they were right in doing so. While Qi Yun was unconscious, if no one was by his side, what would happen if someone meddled?

Like the Crown Prince Faction, for instance.

Thus, the group continued kneeling at the palace gate, though quieter than before.

This situation persisted for who knows how long, until finally, Qi Yun slowly woke up.

Chief Eunuch Chen Zhong came out and smiled faintly at Qian Yi: "Seventeenth Prince, His Majesty invites you in! Please!"

"Thank you, Eunuch Chen."

Qian Yi thanked Chen Zhong and followed behind him, unable to conceal the excitement and joy in his eyes.

His actions truly proved to be right, such filial piety, who but him?

Upon reaching Qi Yun’s bedside, Qian Yi bowed, "Your son greets Father."

Qi Yun rose, looked at him, and nodded, "Earlier, it was you who wanted to stay and accompany me, it is heartwarming, proving that among all, you care most for me as your father, good, good, very good!"

Receiving his father’s approval, Qian Yi was overjoyed, repeatedly saying, "Father, you are the ruler and also my father, of course, I care the most. I dare not say I value you over my own life, for that would seem insincere, but I will express it through actions!"

He looked up, sincerity in his eyes, "Father, for the next few days, may I serve you?"

Qi Yun looked at him, his gaze genuinely sincere, impossible to fake.

After contemplating for a long time, Qi Yun nodded, "Alright!"

"Thank you, Father! Are you thirsty, Father? I’ll make you a cup of tea!"

Qian Yi was deeply immersed in his role. Once receiving Qi Yun’s permission, he went to make a cup of tea.

Qi Yun drank the warm tea, nodding gently, "My son was reared in the countryside, suffered much, indeed smarter than ordinary people and more hardworking, my heart is greatly comforted."

"Father praises me too much!"

"Ha, what too much praise? These are heartfelt words, you deserve it! By the way, why do you seem unwell? Have you been wronged? Just tell Father, and I’ll take care of it for you!"

Qi Yun squinted with a kindly fatherly smile.

But Qian Yi did not dare assume too much. He knew this Emperor was not a benevolent character, perhaps a conversation of laughter now could turn into demanding one’s head later!

So he organized his words, suddenly knelt down, and said, "Father, your child is guilty!"

Qi Yun hurried to let him rise, "Guilty? Nonsense, what guilt do you have? Stand up, kneeling is inappropriate. You were kneeling outside for so long, if you continue, your knees will be harmed."

"But Father, your child is truly guilty! If not for my moment of oversight, how could Brother Li have been harmed? If I had asked more, listened more to his opinions, things wouldn’t have developed into this..."

Qian Yi, being clever, confessed this matter directly to Qi Yun, knowing that with Qi Yun’s ability, discovering the truth wouldn’t be difficult.

So, how to obscure the truth?

Simple, admit the mistake proactively, then how would others investigate? If the attitude of admission was a bit better, more sincere and pitiful, it might even garner sympathy, and who would investigate you?

Qian Yi precisely grasped Qi Yun’s longing and guilt towards the Seventeenth Prince, hence feeling that confessing the mistake wouldn’t bring trouble, but rather, earn commendation from the Emperor.

Indeed, upon hearing this, Qi Yun was gratified, comforting him, "This matter is not your concern, rest easy! Hmph, that old thing from Cao Family dared to raise an army for rebellion, I’ll deal with him! Bring the commander of the Imperial Guard here immediately!"

Qi Yun planned to dispatch the Imperial Guard to stop Cao Jiajun!

...

"Yue’er, it’s likely impossible!"

Outside the Imperial Palace, Yang Zhuoya hurried to Long Yue’s side, saying, "The Seventeenth Prince is accompanying the Emperor, afraid we cannot meet him."

"Qian Yi? He’s tending to the sick?"

Long Yue was very surprised, this good-for-nothing lout, when did he become so formidable? He’s even feigning suffering!

Those who don’t know might really think he’s extremely filial, as if Qi Yun were his biological father!

"Yue’er, we can’t get in, even if we enter, we won’t be able to meet him, shall we return?"

Long Yue thought for a moment, then said, "No, we’re still going in, as for how to see the Emperor, I have my ways!"

"You have a way to meet the Emperor?"

Yang Zhuoya was very surprised, that side of the Imperial Palace isn’t easy to enter, especially the Emperor’s quarters, how did she plan to get in?

But Long Yue spoke with such determination that Yang Zhuoya believed her.

"Alright, I’ll take you in!"