In the Ningxiang Palace, the lights were bright, the eunuchs and palace maids were busy going in and out, and the imperial doctors were arguing endlessly.

Xia Yichen sat at the head of the bed, looking at the people lying on the bed, his originally fair and tender face was burned red, his eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing was very short.

"Your Majesty, the concubine didn't take good care of the little prince, and asked the emperor to punish him."

In front of the bed, a woman in a pink skirt bowed deeply, with tears in her words.

"Get up," Xia Yichen stretched out his hand to help her up, "I can't blame you for this." ”

Concubine Yi has always been conscientious and takes good care of the little prince, but the child is already frail, and it is inevitable that she will get sick.

"Your Majesty." Concubine Yi stood up, looked at the little prince on the bed with a painful look on her face, and couldn't help but cry again.

At this time, a figure hurriedly walked in and ran to the bed, "Brother Huang, how is Ah Xing?" ”

It was Prince Yu Xia Yiyuan, as soon as he heard that the little prince Xia Xingran had a sudden high fever, he hurried into the palace overnight.

"The imperial doctor diagnosed that it was infected with wind and cold, and he was still discussing what medicine to use."

When Xia Yiyuan heard this, his face showed an anxious look, and he grabbed an imperial doctor beside him, and was about to have a seizure, but was stopped by Xia Yichen.

"Don't be too nervous, the imperial doctor said that the fever will go away tonight, take two more medicines, and recuperate for a few days."

The imperial doctor who was caught hurriedly echoed tremblingly, "Yes, Lord Wang, Weichen will go and prescribe a prescription." ”

Xia Yiyuan let go of him when he heard this, and sat at the head of the bed with Xia Yichen.

Prescribe medicine, decoction medicine, and feed Xia Xingran a mouthful of oral administration.

After a toss, the time was already in the second half of the night.

Xia Yichen touched the little prince's forehead, the fever had subsided, and his face had returned to normal, and he was asleep.

So he waved his hand and let everyone in the palace go down to rest, leaving only two nurses to take care of.

"Concubine Yi, you can also go down and rest."

After speaking, he walked out of Ningxiang Palace with Xia Yiyuan.

The night was dark, and it was even deeper, Xia Yichen suddenly didn't want to go back to the palace, so he patted the shoulder of the fifth brother beside him, "A-Yuan, how about drinking with me." ”

"Okay, it's been a long time since we've had a drink together."

Xia Yichen ordered someone to prepare a table and banquet in the imperial garden.

When the moon was in the sky, there was silence in the imperial garden, Xia Yichen and Xia Yiyuan drank one cup after another, but they didn't talk too much.

The two of them seemed to be drinking for the sake of drinking, and they drank several pots in a row, but they had no intention of stopping.

Xia Yiyuan smiled, "Brother Huang, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and you have a lot of alcohol." ”

Xia Yichen didn't answer, just helped him fill the wine glass in front of him.

As the emperor, he is busy with government affairs, and Xia Yichen doesn't drink much on weekdays, let alone drink heavily.

It's just that tonight, his heart is blocked.

It's like a thousand-pound stone weighing on his heart, making him breathless.

He picked up the glass in front of him, took a sip of it, and closed his eyes slightly.

In another ten days, it will be his eldest brother, Xia Yijing, the former prince of Great Xia.

The tragedy four years ago clearly appeared in front of his eyes, as if it had just happened yesterday.

There were corpses all over the ground, blood stained the high palace wall of Lin'anmen, and the desperate prince killed himself with a horizontal sword under the palace gate.

When the prince's biological mother, Empress Chen, learned of her son's death, her heart was like ashes and she committed suicide in the palace.

Seventy-three people from the East Palace were escorted to the execution ground, and under the order of the prison officer, seventy-three heads fell to the ground.

What is left is only Xia Xingran's bloodline.