Only the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, Consort Ping, the Cold King and his wife, and Prince Ji remained.
The Emperor looked at Consort Ping and Prince Ji again, saying with concern, "You two should also go back and rest. Yun'er (Prince Ji), you're also quite injured. Go back and have an imperial physician tend to your wounds."
"Yes! Thank you for your concern, Father," Prince Ji said, cupping his hands. He then glanced at the Cold King and his wife before supporting Consort Ping to rest.
Seeing that Consort Ping and Prince Ji had both departed, the Emperor then instructed the Cold King and his wife, "We'll trouble you two with the matter of the Fifth Prince. Our Empress Dowager is old, and I will escort her back to the palace to rest first."
"Yes, Han'er (Li'er) bids farewell to Father Emperor and Empress Dowager as you return to the palace," the Cold King and his wife replied in unison.
Upon hearing this, the Emperor sighed softly, reaching out to support the Empress Dowager with the palace maids.
"Mother, I will escort you back to Longevity Palace to rest!"
"Yes, yes. Li'er girl, the Fifth Prince is also an unfortunate child. Take good care of him if you can."
As she was leaving, the Empress Dowager turned to look at Leng Ruo Li again, giving her a final instruction before slowly departing from the entrance of Yiran Hall.
Seeing everyone leave, the Cold King and his wife instructed Ye Ying to guard the hall entrance. The couple then re-entered the hall, closed the door, and both flashed into the system space.
Upon entering the space, Jun Mo Han looked through the glass window at the Fifth Prince who was receiving an IV drip and sighed faintly.
"Li'er, the Fifth Prince should be out of any danger now, right?" Jun Mo Han asked Leng Ruo Li.
"If he can survive the first three days after the surgery, he will live," Leng Ruo Li stated truthfully.
"Li'er, you've worked so hard!"
Jun Mo Han thought for a long time, not knowing how to thank his consort. In the end, this was all he could manage to say.
"Hehe, why are you being so polite to me? It's still an hour before dawn outside the space. Why don't you rest in my room for a while?"
Leng Ruo Li looked at the dark circles under Jun Mo Han's eyes and said with concern.
"Li'er, I'm not sleepy. How about you go rest for a bit, and I'll watch over him for you?"
Having spent so much time with Leng Ruo Li, Jun Mo Han knew how exhausting a surgery was for her. Therefore, his heart ached for her.
"You can't watch him. You're not allowed in the intensive care unit. But even if you were, you wouldn't understand anything inside. And I need to constantly monitor the patient's condition. Why don't you go in and rest?" Leng Ruo Li said softly.
"Alright, then I'll go into the room to rest for a while. If you need any help, just call me," Jun Mo Han instructed Leng Ruo Li earnestly.
When it came to saving lives, Jun Mo Han knew he couldn't help at all, but he still hoped he could be of some use to Leng Ruo Li.
"Okay! You go in and sleep soundly. I'll keep an eye on Prince An," Leng Ruo Li said, seeing that Jun Mo Han was lingering and being rather verbose. With a thought, she sent him into his room.
Jun Mo Han blinked and found himself in Leng Ruo Li's bedroom within the space. Shaking his head helplessly, he immediately collapsed onto Leng Ruo Li's Simmons bed and fell asleep in less than two minutes.
Seeing that Jun Mo Han had fallen asleep, Leng Ruo Li returned to the intensive care unit to check on Prince An, examine his wounds, change an IV bag, and administer another saline drip. She then came out again, went to her living room, set her alarm, and fell asleep leaning against the sofa. She was asleep in less than a minute.
In reality, she, Leng Ruo Li, was also very tired, but no one could help her, so she had to do everything herself.
...
Meanwhile, Prince Ji supported Consort Ping to a side chamber in Yiran Palace (Because Consort Ping's main hall housed the heavily injured Prince An, she could only rest in a side chamber for now).
"Yun'er, you have quite a few wounds yourself. Mother will have a palace maid call an imperial physician to tend to your injuries."
Consort Ping saw that the clothes Jun Mo Yun was wearing were not only ripped in many places but also stained with dried blood, revealing his wounds underneath. Seeing Yun'er in this state, her heart ached. Her eyes, already swollen and red from crying, now welled up with tears of sorrow again.
She had lived in this cold palace, never fighting for anything, never wanting to provoke anyone, yet she had still caught the eye of certain individuals, who had then attacked her two precious sons.
"Mother, my wounds are minor. It's my Fifth Brother's condition that is most worrying," Prince Ji, Jun Mo Yun, said with a worried expression.
"Your Father Emperor and Empress Dowager mentioned that the Second Prince's wife has exceptionally high medical skills. With her involved in the Fifth Prince's situation this time, he should be able to turn misfortune into fortune."
Consort Ping's words to Prince Ji were outwardly meant to comfort him, but inwardly, she was also comforting herself.
Prince Ji nodded upon hearing this.
"Mother, I have something to ask you. The Second Prince's wife, as far as I know, isn't she that foolish and addled legitimate daughter from General Leng's estate? How did she suddenly become so intelligent and master such superb medical skills in such a short period? Is she the real legitimate daughter of General Leng's estate?"
Prince Ji voiced all his doubts in one breath.
"Whether others are real or fake has nothing to do with us. Besides, if she were a fake Leng Ruo Li, wouldn't General Leng and the Second Prince, being such intelligent people, be able to detect it?"
Consort Ping frowned and chided him.
"Yes, Mother, your son understands." Prince Ji replied respectfully.
"Seeing the injuries on your body makes me feel uneasy. I'll have someone call for an imperial physician to examine you," Consort Ping said with concern.
"Alright, your son thanks Mother!" Prince Ji nodded helplessly in agreement.
"Someone!" Consort Ping called out loudly.
A young palace maid scurried in from the doorway.
"This servant pays respects to Consort Ping and Prince Ji!" Xiao Ju knelt respectfully to greet Consort Ping and Prince Ji.
"Xiao Ju, please go invite Director Zhang to tend to Prince Ji's wounds," Consort Ping immediately instructed.
"Yes, Consort Ping! This servant will go now!" Xiao Ju stood up and exited the room.
After about the time it takes for a cup of tea to steep, Xiao Ju returned with Director Zhang, leading him to Consort Ping and Prince Ji. Director Zhang placed his medical box on the ground and bowed to Consort Ping and Prince Ji.
"Your subordinate pays respects to Consort Ping and Prince Ji!" Director Zhang said, bowing with his body half bent.
"Please rise, Director Zhang!" Consort Ping quickly said, urging him to stand.
Director Zhang then straightened his body.
"Director Zhang, I've troubled you again to examine Yun'er's injuries," Consort Ping said politely.
Having lived in the palace for so many years, she naturally understood a principle: unless you have a conflict with the imperial physicians in the palace, it is best not to offend them, otherwise, seeking their help would be troublesome.
"Yes, Consort Ping."
After replying, Director Zhang walked to Prince Ji. He first took his pulse, then asked Consort Ping to step out of the outer room. He then had Prince Ji remove his blood-stained clothes to prepare for treating the wounds.
Prince Ji's injuries were not severe. Director Zhang finished treating his wounds in less than an hour.