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‘Isn’t this Zhao Qiao’Er’s room?’ he wondered. ‘How did I end up here?’

At the same time, Song Meiqin noticed that the surface she was sitting on wasn’t flat. It felt like she was on some kind of soft cushion.

Suddenly hearing Lu Yuan’s voice, Song Meiqin quickly got up to look.

She saw Lu Yuan’s face was flushed completely red.

Zhao Qiao’Er was off to the side, covering herself with a blanket and giggling, looking for all the world like she was just enjoying the show.

Song Meiqin hurried over to help Lu Yuan up, asking with concern, “Nephew, are you all right?”

Lu Yuan shook his head. He’d nearly given himself a concussion, and his nose was stinging from the impact.

‘Looks like I really can’t use this spatial teleportation Array while lying flat,’ he thought.

It was a good thing it was just Song Meiqin who had been teleported this time.

If it had been some ten-ton object, wouldn’t he have been smashed into a deep crater?

Lu Yuan pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “It’s a good thing you’re on the lighter side, Aunt Song. I’m not seriously hurt.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his uncooperative nostrils began to bleed.

Song Meiqin fetched a towel, dampened it with water, and carefully wiped away Lu Yuan’s nosebleed. “And you said you were fine,” she said. “Look, your nose is bleeding.”

As she wiped away the blood, Song Meiqin asked, “How did we end up here?”

Zhao Qiao’Er laughed loudly and began to explain, “It was our dear nephew here. He insisted on demonstrating some spatial teleportation Array for us, and poof, he teleported you here.”

Song Meiqin asked, confused, “Why teleport me?”

According to their usual arrangement, Zhao Qiao’Er was supposed to be the one attending to Lu Yuan tonight.

“Isn’t it because our dear nephew is so fond of you? He must’ve thought I couldn’t attend to him properly by myself.”

Zhao Qiao’Er gestured with a shrug toward Song Meiqin as she spoke.

The meaning behind her words couldn’t have been more obvious.

Tonight, the two of them would be attending to their dear nephew in bed.

Song Meiqin tossed the wet towel aside and said, “Who needs a spatial teleportation Array for that? If you’d just said the word, I would’ve come right over.”

Lu Yuan pulled Song Meiqin onto the bed. With a beautiful woman in each arm, he gave them both a kiss and said, “Come on, let’s battle until dawn!”

It wasn’t until noon the next day that Lu Yuan unsteadily climbed off the bed.

“Damn, my legs are so weak I can barely walk,” Lu Yuan muttered, repeatedly pounding his thighs with his fists.

After straightening his clothes, Lu Yuan walked out of the room, only to see a bolt of lightning flash across the clear sky.

A thunderbolt from a clear sky—it was a terrible omen.

While Lu Yuan and the others were eating lunch, a Maid from the mansion came in.

“My lord!”

The Maid called out, her head bowed and her hands held properly before her.

Lu Yuan put down his bowl and chopsticks. “What is it?” he asked.

Just a moment ago, a eunuch had arrived at the gate of Lu Yuan’s Mansion with hurried steps.

After a brief questioning from the Mansion Gate guards, he was led to the front hall by a Maid.

Seeing that the visitor was from the palace, the Maid dared not delay and rushed to report it.

“My lord, someone from the Imperial Capital has arrived. He is waiting in the front hall and says he wishes to see you and Her Highness the Princess,” the Maid said.

Hearing this, Lu Yuan’s heart sank. It felt as if something major had happened.

Even more nervous than Lu Yuan, Gu Ziye stood up and followed him to the front hall.

As soon as Lu Yuan and Gu Ziye entered the front hall, the eunuch spoke, his voice trembling.

“Prince Consort, Your Highness the Princess, I have been sent to inform you… His Highness the Crown Prince… he… he has passed away prematurely!”

Upon hearing this, Gu Ziye looked as if she had been struck by lightning. Her body swayed, and she nearly lost her footing.

Lu Yuan quickly caught and supported her.

“How could this be? How?” Gu Ziye murmured, her eyes filled with disbelief and grief.

The eunuch continued, “His Highness the Crown Prince suffered a sudden illness in the palace. The Imperial Physicians did everything they could to save him, but ultimately, it was beyond their power.

His Majesty the Emperor is overcome with grief and specially ordered me to inform the Prince Consort and Your Highness the Princess.”

What the eunuch said was somewhat different from Lu Yuan’s earlier divination.

‘Whether the Crown Prince died at the hands of rebels or from a sudden illness, it seems that doesn’t matter so much now.’

‘Very few people must know the truth behind the Crown Prince’s death.’

The Jinwu Guard Commander, Zhao Feng, was one of the insiders. Whether he had actually managed to rescue the Crown Prince alive from the Qian City rebels remained a mystery.

Even Lu Yuan’s Divination Calculation Skill couldn’t accurately deduce the outcome of a major event that concerned the fate of the nation.

Tears welled in Gu Ziye’s eyes as she remembered all the ways her big brother had doted on her, and her heart ached with grief.

Supporting Gu Ziye, Lu Yuan sighed softly and said, “For His Highness the Crown Prince to die so young is a great misfortune for our dynasty!”

Lu Yuan couldn’t shake the feeling that the Crown Prince hadn’t died from some illness; there had to be more to the story.

There had been no news whatsoever about when the Crown Prince had been rescued and returned to the Imperial Capital.

If he had contracted some terrible disease, no matter how sudden, the Emperor would have immediately summoned Lu Yuan to the Imperial Capital to treat him.

Failing that, Lu Yuan had even asked Gu Ziye to deliver a box of Elixirs to the Empress, which included more than a few Healing Pills.

Those Healing Pills should have been more than enough to prolong the Crown Prince’s life until Lu Yuan could arrive to treat him.

It shouldn’t have ended with a eunuch being sent here to deliver the news of his death.

Wailing and gasping for breath, Gu Ziye let out a cry and fainted.

Lu Yuan quickly caught Gu Ziye in his arms and waved to a nearby Maid.

The Maid stepped forward to help Lu Yuan support Gu Ziye.

Seeing this, the eunuch cupped his fists and said, “Prince Consort, please accept my condolences. I will take my leave now.”

“Take care, Duke,” Lu Yuan said without looking up, his eyes fixed on Gu Ziye.

Just now, Gu Ziye’s wails had quickly drawn Su Liyan, Zhao Qiao’Er, and Song Meiqin.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What happened?” Her voice arrived before she did—it was Zhao Qiao’Er.

“Yue’Er, why did you faint?” Song Meiqin came forward and took the Maid’s place in supporting Gu Ziye.

Lu Yuan checked Gu Ziye’s pulse and said to the others,

“Yue’Er fainted from extreme emotional distress. I’ll brew some medicinal soup for her in a bit. For now, let’s help her back to her room.”

Later, the others learned from Lu Yuan about Crown Prince Gu Biao’s death.

After they helped Gu Ziye to her bed, Lu Yuan went to the kitchen.

Lu Yuan used his Floating Skill to levitate a medicine pot in the air, then conjured a ball of red Flame to heat it.

Lu Yuan took out a number of precious medicinal ingredients from his System Space.

Normally, Lu Yuan would have been reluctant to use such precious ingredients even for refining High Grade Elixirs.

But now, when it came to using them for Yue’Er, he didn’t hesitate for a second.

Under the heat of the red Flame, he brewed the precious ingredients into a medicinal soup with perfect control.

The crimson Flame in Lu Yuan’s hand could now be called a Heavenly Flame; it was several times stronger than the orange-yellow Flame he had three years ago.

According to the Secret Manual, “Heaven-Reaching”, this Heavenly Flame was created by further compressing and condensing the orange-yellow Flame, then activating it with a Secret Technique fueled by Inner Strength.

Lu Yuan carried the finished medicinal soup to Gu Ziye’s room.

Su Liyan and the others were looking after Gu Ziye.

After waking up, Gu Ziye was in very low spirits.

Lu Yuan sat beside Gu Ziye, blowing on a spoonful of the scalding soup.

Seeing the concerned looks from everyone, Gu Ziye drank the soup that Lu Yuan fed to her, one spoonful at a time.

For the next few days, Lu Yuan stayed by Gu Ziye’s side, practically never leaving her for a moment.

For several nights in a row, Lu Yuan didn’t get any proper sleep, terrified that some harm might come to Gu Ziye.

By his calculations, Gu Ziye was only half a month away from giving birth.

Gu Ziye was deeply moved by Lu Yuan’s devoted care, and her emotions gradually stabilized.

Presumably because Gu Ziye was so close to giving birth—whether by the Emperor’s decree or the Empress’s—no one else came to disturb them at Lu Yuan’s Mansion for the next few days.

Lu Yuan and the others didn’t take a single step outside the mansion, but during that time, the world outside had undergone a world-shaking transformation.

The death of Crown Prince Gu Biao had sent shockwaves through the entire nation, and the common people wailed in mourning.

The grand investiture ceremony, which had been planned for the beginning of next month, was also canceled.

Overnight, the people of the city took down the red banners and replaced them with white cloth.

The entire Imperial City was draped in white.

A celebration and a funeral had collided. For the Empire, this was a “clash of red and white,” an omen of the highest misfortune.