"Summon someone!"
The Emperor was also anxious now, wishing he could leave with them immediately to check on his son's condition.
However, Feng Yexuan's attitude made him somewhat confused.
Looking at Chu Qianli again, his face sank, and he said displeasedly, "Imprison her in the Heavenly Prison, and she will be tried another day!"
"Father Emperor!" Feng Qihe stepped forward.
"What do you want to say?" The Emperor glared at him.
Feng Qihe pursed his lips and finally lowered his head, saying, "This son will accompany you to see Fifth Imperial Brother."
The Emperor flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
The guards escorted Chu Qianli and followed.
Feng Xianyu watched, his expression somewhat solemn.
How could it be that even his father seemed to be involved in the relationship between Chu Qianli and the princes?
Did his father also know that his eldest brother looked upon Chu Qianli with special favor?
If that were the case, then this game of chess would be truly exciting!
Feng Xianyu did not stand idly by. After instructing Madam Rou to entertain the guests, he immediately got into his carriage and hurried to the逍遥王府 (Xiaoyao Prince's Estate).
...
This was not Chu Qianli's first time in the Heavenly Prison.
But, unlike last time, the place she was brought to this time was astonishingly clean.
Not only clean, but also comfortable.
Outside, it was still chaotic and dirty.
Yet, the cell she was locked into not only had a table and chairs but also a bed.
Even the bed had a quilt.
"Miss Chu, have you eaten tonight? The brothers ordered some supper, please enjoy."
"Yes, Miss Chu, we didn't expect you to visit so suddenly, so we didn't prepare much. Please make do."
"We've tidied up the room next door for you, it can be used as a temporary latrine."
The two jailers opened the cell door and pointed to the cell on the left.
"Don't worry, Miss Chu, please rest well here, no one will disturb you."
"If you need anything, Miss, just come and find us, we are not far away."
"Yes, yes, it's our turn to be on duty tonight, the two brothers. If you need anything, just go out through that door, and you'll see us."
After that, the two jailers left, still respectfully.
They didn't even close the cell door, did that mean she could come and go as she pleased?
Chu Qianli was stunned.
When she went out for a walk, the adjacent cell had indeed been set up as a temporary latrine, with a black curtain hung up, fearing she, a young lady, might feel embarrassed.
Looking at the surroundings again, there were quite a few cells in the entire space, but each cell was clean.
Although not like hers, with a bed and furniture, it was clear they had all been freshly cleaned.
Spotlessly clean, without any peculiar smell.
Returning to her own cell and looking at the table full of delicacies, Chu Qianli couldn't help but laugh and cry.
Were the conditions so good for being imprisoned now?
After thinking about it, she walked to the table and sat down.
To be cautious, she still took out her silver needles to test for poison.
After confirming there was no poison, she picked up her chopsticks and began to eat heartily.
That night, at midnight, as Chu Qianli had expected, Fulong arrived.
"They all call you Big Brother?" Hearing the jailers outside call him that, she was curious, "Were you on duty in the Heavenly Prison?"
"Not exactly, it's just that to navigate the court, one needs to maintain good relations everywhere."
Fulong brought her a lot of food.
However, Chu Qianli was already very full and could not eat any more.
"So, those two brothers were arranged by you earlier?" she asked.
Seeing Fulong nod, Chu Qianli felt a wave of emotion.
No wonder the system gave her a hundred thousand the day she saved Fulong.
It turned out that Fulong was indeed so "useful"!
"I'm truly out of my league," she teased with a smile.
Fulong sat down at the table and beckoned to her, "We don't know who is out of whose league yet! A'li, come and have a drink with me."
"I haven't been feeling well lately and can't drink strong liquor." She had only recently miscarried.
She still knew how to take care of her own body.
Fulong looked at her intently for a while before asking, "Aren't you going to tell me about it?"
"It's a trivial matter, there's no point in telling you."
"Alright, then I won't ask, I'll drink by myself." Fulong poured himself a cup.
He was decisive and straightforward, not asking if he said he wouldn't.
"Da Lang, bring some tea."
"Yes, Big Brother."
Soon, the jailer named A'lang brought Chu Qianli a pot of warm tea.
Chu Qianli sat at the table, slowly nibbling on pastries and drinking tea.
"What's the situation with Prince Xiaoyao? This cardiomyopathy has clearly been a condition for many years."
"Is your medical skill really that good?" Fulong found it amazing.
He had inquired about what happened tonight. It was Chu Qianli who treated the prince—although she said nothing, Fulong knew it must have been when she was treating the prince during an attack.
"It's passable," Chu Qianli did not act modest.
Being good at medicine was being good at medicine, there was nothing to hide.
Fulong took a sip of wine and then told Chu Qianli everything about Feng Wuya.
"As far as I know, Prince Xiaoyao has had this illness since childhood."
"Palpitations, all the imperial physicians in the palace have seen him, doctors with renowned reputations in the martial world have also been invited to see him, and Yu Linglong, of course, has also seen him."
"No one could cure it. Oh, right..."
He looked at Chu Qianli, leaned closer, and lowered his voice:
"I heard that when he was young, that world-renowned Master Wuchen..."
"Yu Linglong's master?" Wuchen was a name that resounded like thunder, but unfortunately, after she transmigrated, she never had the chance to meet him.
"That's right, it's Yu Linglong's master. When the prince was young, he once predicted..."
"Wouldn't it be something like he wouldn't live past a certain age?" Chu Qianli's heart sank slowly.
It was a pity, after all, Prince Xiaoyao was exceptionally handsome and elegant, peerless in his demeanor.
Women always softened easily towards super handsome men.
Although she wasn't a fangirl, she still felt it was a pity for such an ethereal and peerless handsome man.
Fulong sighed softly, "Although Prince Xiaoyao dislikes interacting with people and maintains a distant attitude towards others, he is actually quite approachable."
"Are you familiar with him?" Chu Qianli asked.
Fulong shook his head, "Not very familiar, just interacted a few times. He doesn't put on airs of a prince at all, and he's very gentle."
"What's most commendable is that he is detached from worldly affairs, unlike other princes and imperial princes who are deeply calculating and sharp in their methods."
"It's a pity that Master Wuchen predicted his fate, saying that he would not live past twenty-five years old."
It was truly regrettable that such a good prince would die young at such a tender age.
"His lack of ambition to contend might just be because of his illness," Chu Qianli did not know Feng Wuya well.
Therefore, she withheld her judgment on his character for the time being.
"However, isn't Master Wuchen rumored to be very skilled in medicine? Could it be that even he was helpless? From what I see, it's not incurable."
"What? You have a way to save Prince Xiaoyao?"
Fulong looked incredulous, "Really?"