On the large and soft bed, Qin Chuyu was holding his little chubby belly, rolling all over the bed in pain: "Mother - I hurt - I feel like I’m dying - ".
Empress Xiao was heartbroken, she sat by the bed trying to hold her youngest son in her arms.
But Qin Chuyu was in too much pain; he couldn’t stay still in Empress Xiao’s arms.
The imperial physician hurried over, put down his first aid kit, knelt by the bed, and began to take Qin Chuyu’s pulse.
Eunuch Su and another strong maid held him down to prevent him from moving around.
Empress Xiao’s eyes were red with anxiety: "Imperial Physician! What’s wrong with the Seventh Prince!"
The imperial physician bowed and said, "I need to complete the examination before I can inform Your Highness."
"Then you check, check quickly!" Empress Xiao said.
Although the imperial physician was already doing his examination, he still respectfully responded," Yes, yes!"
The Emperor entered the room with a gloomy expression: "What happened to Xiaoqi?"
"Your Majesty!" Empress Xiao burst into tears in his arms, and her hot tears dripped onto his hand.
Empress Xiao, who always maintained her queenly grace in front of the Emperor, was now crying like a child.
It was at this moment that the Emperor truly realized that his Empress was just an ordinary woman, an ordinary mother.
The Emperor’s heart softened, he patted her shoulder lightly to comfort her: "Don’t cry first, tell me, what happened?"
Empress Xiao choked out: "Your servant does not know what happened, Xiaoqi was fine when he just came back suddenly, he started clutching his stomach in pain..."
The Emperor asked, "What did he eat for his dinner today?"
"He, he ate at the Renshou Palace..." Empress Xiao wiped her tears with a handkerchief and ordered sternly, "Little Dezi!"
Little Dezi limped into the room, showing signs of injury.
Obviously, Eunuch Su had punished him earlier.
He knelt down and bowed to the Emperor and Empress Xiao: "Your humble servant bows in respect to Your Majesty, Your Highness."
Empress Xiao said coldly: "I ask you, did the Seventh Prince eat anything strange at the Renshou Palace?"
"Strange things?" Little Dezi scratched his head, "Everything seemed strange to me, those pancakes and steamed buns were shapes I had never seen before, like pigs, like fish..."
The Emperor understood; those were the specialty snacks that Little Jinkong ate daily at Bishui Alley: "Besides these, is there anything else?"
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