Phi-Fic Chapter 210 Are you saying that he is pretending to be sick?
Chapter 210 Are you saying that he is pretending to be sick?
"King Dongli, that's our Apocalypse's God of War. Could it be that he has always been in Beisha City?"
"Did the victory in the city defense battle a few days ago come about because of the prince's command?"
"No wonder a garrison of 5,000 soldiers was able to withstand an army of thousands! It turns out that our War God Prince has returned!"
At this moment, someone pointed at Baili Moqing, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the hall, and shouted, "That's Prince Dongli! I heard the eunuch call him Prince earlier! And, General Bei is right behind him. He must be our War God Prince!"
Everyone was a little hesitant to recognize him. "Could it be him? But why is the prince in a wheelchair?"
Shu He walked over, ignoring his gaze, and pushed him in front of everyone, "Yes, this is our Apocalypse's King Dongli."
"It's really him!"
"The doctor said it is, so it must be!" After all, this is in the Princess's Mansion, who would dare to lie?
Suddenly, all the people knelt down and bowed to him with tears in their eyes.
"Prince Dongli! We finally see you!"
"Five years ago, you snatched us back from a foreign land. In the hearts of the people of Beisha City, you are our adopted parents!"
The group of people kneeling were all native Beisha citizens who were born and raised in Beidi. They had suffered all kinds of torture and exploitation in Beidi. Some young people only knew what "freedom" was after returning to Tianqi.
In the hearts of the younger generation, Baili Moqing is a mythical existence!
Now, this god-like existence appeared before them, how could they not be excited?
Not only the people in the courtyard, but also those outside the courtyard, after discovering Baili Moqing's appearance, they also ran around to tell each other, calling countless people to kneel in front of the eldest princess's door and shout the name of King Dongli.
The cry also alarmed Zhaoming in the backyard.
After hearing the report from her subordinates, she rushed out of bed in anger, "Five hundred and fifty thousand taels?"
The young eunuch was so frightened that he lay on the ground and trembled.
"What a King of Dongli! What a Baili Moqing!" She laughed inexplicably. "I was wondering why this donation came up out of nowhere. After all this talk, it turns out it's all for this. He's trying to step on me to get to the top!"
Princess Zhaoming was so angry that her face turned red and blue. Because her facial muscles moved too much, the abscesses that had just been cleaned began to ooze a fishy-smelling liquid again.
The inner room and the outer room were separated by a gauze curtain. Even without seeing it with his own eyes, Yi Zong, who was standing outside, could imagine the sinister look on her face.
"Princess, this may not be what King Dongli meant."
Although Yi Zong and Baili Moqing were in different camps, he still had some understanding of his character.
The dignified King of Dongli simply disdained to use such methods to enhance his reputation. Simply by reclaiming Beisha City from the Beidi Kingdom, his reputation was already unprecedented.
"That wasn't his intention?" Hearing this, she couldn't help but sneer. "Isn't that woman named He Shu his? Without his permission, how could that woman dare to plot against me like this?"
"A dying man is still dreaming of returning to Kyoto to become the greatest man in the world! Is he crazy?!"
At this point, a hint of doubt flashed across Yi Zong's face.
Is Baili Moqing really going to die? But when I saw him yesterday, his condition didn't look like someone who was about to die!
At this time, a servant came from outside the bedroom to report, "Princess, Miss Zhu wants to see you."
Zhaoming's expression paused, perhaps because he felt a little sorry for Zhu Zifeng. He immediately suppressed his violent emotions and became dignified and steady again.
"Let her in."
"Yes."
Zhu Zifeng wore a goose-yellow, purple-smoke silk gown, the belt at her waist framing her figure to perfection. However, her face, covered in rashes, made it difficult for even this most talented woman in Kyoto to look directly at her.
She stood outside the gauze curtain and bowed respectfully to Zhaoming, "Zifeng, I greet the Princess."
"You're not feeling well. Didn't I tell you to rest? Why are you up?"
The graceful and peaceful voice was completely different from the hoarse voice just now.
A chill flashed through Zhu Zifeng's heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
She said with a hint of resentment: "Princess, Zifeng has heard about what happened in the front yard. Zifeng just feels that the princess is too wronged! He can't help but want to say a few words."
"The princess simply wanted the prince's doctors to hold a free clinic to treat the people. This was supposed to be a good deed that benefits the country and the people! But under the prince's manipulation, this free clinic has become a cradle for his pursuit of fame and fortune!"
"Not only that, that He Shu first forced the eldest princess to donate money for charity, and then took out the prince's donation and said it together with the eldest princess's. One is 550,000, and the other is..." 50,000.
She stopped talking abruptly, as if she felt that the eldest princess's fifty thousand was not enough compared to the five hundred and fifty thousand.
Hearing this, the gloom on Zhaoming's face turned into resentment.
Yes, the difference between fifty thousand and five hundred and fifty thousand is not just a small “fifty”!
If this gets out, how can she, the eldest princess, save her dignity? He is trying to ruin her reputation!
Seeing that the person behind the gauze curtain remained silent, a hint of doubt flashed across Zhu Zifeng's brows.
Can you bear this?
Then add fuel to the fire!
A look of deep reluctance appeared on her face. "Princess, you are the most famous princess of Tianqi after all. If this matter gets to Kyoto, those ladies and concubines who already dislike you will be even more..." Look down on you?
The voice stopped, and she looked as if she couldn't continue.
These words struck a chord with Princess Zhaoming, and Zhu Zifeng grasped them firmly. She seemed to have already imagined the contemptuous and mocking faces of the concubines and princesses after returning to Kyoto.
At this moment, her hatred for Baili Moqing was like a stormy sea, full of raging waves.
Yi Zong hid in the dark, listening to Zhu Zifeng's provocative words, and felt disgusted with this woman from the bottom of his heart.
At this time, Zhaoming behind the gauze curtain finally spoke, but the tone was not as fierce and furious as imagined, but rather contained a hint of self-mockery.
"Now that things have come to this, what can I do?"
"He calculated every step, leading me into his trap step by step. With such a meticulous plan, how could I possibly evade it?"
"Forget it, he won't be around long after all. Let him enjoy the people's love one more time before he dies!"
When Zhu Zifeng heard this, doubt flashed in his eyes as bright as autumn water.
Why doesn't this sound like something the eldest princess would say?
She has always been vindictive, and now that she has been plotted against like this, how can she be so generous and considerate to Baili Moqing?
No matter how true or false this was, she couldn't let the princess get away with it!
"But Princess, are you sure the prince is terminally ill?"
Zhu Zifeng's words made Zhaoming inside the gauze tent stand up instantly.
"What do you mean? Didn't you and Imperial Physician Zhang bring me the news that he was terminally ill? Could it be false?"
Seeing that her emotions were finally turbulent, Zhu Zifeng raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"Princess, the last time Zifeng went to see the prince, he did look very weak. But yesterday, the prince looked a little pale, but there was no sign of being terminally ill!"
"The doctor beside him, He Shu, can even diagnose and treat diseases that Imperial Doctor Zhang has never seen before. This shows that her medical skills are unmatched by ordinary people!"
"If someone like this wants to fake his illness and hide it from Doctor Zhang, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"
Zhaoming's pupils dilated infinitely because of Zhu Zifeng's words.
"You mean, he's faking illness?"