The Eldest Prince, Zhao Xi, who had always been as sturdy as iron, fell ill.
Others might have thought it was just an ordinary cold infection.
The servants in Qianqing Palace knew that His Highness had been scolded when he came to see the Emperor yesterday.
They had never seen the Emperor lose such a temper with His Highness.
The sharpness of words, as if determined not to stop until the other party is trampled underfoot.
A fourteen-year-old child, no matter how resilient his nature, can withstand external criticism, endure the countless trials of harsh environments, but can definitely not bear the cruel words from his biological father like sharp knives.
...
The Imperial Physician had come to see him and prescribed a treatment, and by afternoon, Zhao Xi's fever had subsided considerably, yet he was still unconscious.
