On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

The housekeeper opened the bed curtain.

Yun Qi was lying on the bed, staring at the top of the bed with his eyes open, his face expressionless and demented.

He slowly turned his head and saw Feng Wuming about to salute, but his arms were weak. He said quietly: "Your Majesty, I am unable to salute you. I hope your Majesty will forgive me."

"It doesn't matter." Feng Wuming's eyes fell on his face, seeing that his face was pale and he frowned.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down. No need to salute."

He glanced at Ye Zhiyu.

Ye Zhiyu took a step forward, looked at Yun Qi's pale face, and took out the medicine box: "General Yun, give me your hand, and I will feel your pulse."

Yun Qi rolled his eyes to look at her.

Ye Zhiyu was so frightened that he took a step back.

There was no light in the dark eyes, like endless darkness, numb and lifeless.

Feng Wuming held her waist from behind: "What's wrong?"

Ye Zhiyu looked at Yun Qi again.

He had already lowered his head, and she shook her head, still frightened.

"It's okay, my foot slipped."

She stood by the bed again and stretched out her hand: "General Yun, give me your hand."

Yun Qi put his hands on the quilt and shook his head when he heard this: "No, a doctor has already diagnosed and treated me."

"It'll be fine if I help you take a look." Ye Zhiyu looked at him and felt that something was wrong with him.

"No!" Yun Qi's voice was serious this time, with a bit of resistance and displeasure.

"I'm fine. I just need to rest for a few days."

"General Yun, you see I'm here already, just let me show you..." Ye Zhiyu didn't know why he was resisting. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be.

Before she finished speaking, Yun Qi said in a violent voice: "No, I'm fine. I'm tired."

Feng Wuming frowned, took two steps forward, and stared at Yun Qi with cold and displeased eyes. Just as he was about to speak, Ye Zhiyu pulled his arm.

"General Yun, you are tired, so I won't help you."

She pulled Feng Wuming out, turned around and asked the housekeeper.

"What did the doctor who treated General Yun say about his condition?"

"The doctor we invited at the beginning said that the general was too tired and that he should rest. However, the general rested for a day and did not feel better, so we called in another doctor. The doctor said that the general had caught a cold and his hands were cold. We prescribed the medicine and gave it to the general to drink, but there was no improvement."

The butler's expression was solemn and distressed.

"Miss Wang, the general won't allow us to find another doctor for him later."

"The general has become a little strange in the past two days..." Just as the housekeeper muttered a few words, Ye Zhiyu asked.

"What kind of weird method?"

The housekeeper told Ye Zhiyu what he found strange, and before he knew it, he was at the door.

"Your Majesty." The butler saluted Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming nodded: "Take good care of Yun Qi, and if anything goes wrong, have someone come to the palace and let me know."

The housekeeper agreed repeatedly.

Ye Zhiyu smiled at the housekeeper and turned to leave, still thinking about what the housekeeper said about Yun Qi's weirdness.

His personality changed drastically, he couldn't see the light, his whole body was cold, he wouldn't get out of bed or talk to anyone almost all day long.

Not right, so wrong.

She had never seen Yun Qi's symptoms before.

I don’t know if Xiao Qingrang knew about it?
He is well-informed and would probably know.

She suddenly looked at Feng Wuming: "Your Majesty, who did General Yun have contact with before he fell ill? Can you ask someone to check for me?"

If it's the flu, there must be a source of infection.

Feng Wuming thought of Yun Qi's pale face and frowned.

"it is good."

Ye Zhiyu did not follow Feng Wuming back to the palace. She left the carriage at the fork in the road and walked to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.Xiao Qingrang has superb medical skills and understands metaphysics, so he is the best candidate.

She had doubts in her heart, but she didn't tell Feng Wuming.

Are normal people afraid of light?

Yun Qi's objection to her taking his pulse was too obvious. She always felt that Yun Qi had touched something unclean.

Go ask Xiao Qingrang first, and tell him about the matter by the way, maybe he can find a solution.

Ye Zhiyu's face was solemn.

Does Yun Qi not want to see the light or can't see the light?
What is the reason for not wanting to see the light?
There were a bunch of questions in her mind that she couldn't explain, and she quickened her pace.

She had been visiting the Imperial Master's Mansion every day in the past few days. Everyone in the mansion knew her and was used to it. They even kindly reminded her where Xiao Qingrang was.

When he found Xiao Qingrang, he was playing chess with himself.

Ye Zhiyu sat down opposite: "To play chess, of course you need an opponent."

She took the white chess piece over and put down a white chess piece while watching the chess game, then she heard the man ask.

"Miss Ye, are you hiding from His Majesty again?"

"I thought you had already spoken to His Majesty."

After all, she has not come to the Imperial Master's Mansion in the past few days.

Xiao Qingrang's eyes were deep, hiding a hint of loss.

During the days when she wasn't here, he felt a little more unaccustomed to it.

People you used to see every day suddenly disappear from your eyes, and you will miss them sadly.

Ye Zhiyu clicked his tongue: "Master Imperial Master, can we not open and pick up which pot?"

When it comes to Feng Wuming, she has too many things to think about. When she thinks too much, she feels that this is not appropriate and that is not possible.

She grabbed a few chess pieces and played with them: "I came to you to ask you a question."

Xiao Qingrang said nothing, looking down at the chess game, wondering what he was thinking about, his face dark and solemn.

"I went to see General Yun. He was very sick. He was afraid of light, cold all over, and his face was pale..." She told Xiao Qingrang what she saw about Yun Qi's condition and asked him.

"My well-informed Imperial Master, do you know what disease he has?"

"Do you think it's strange that General Yun is afraid of light?"

"He resisted me seeing a doctor, which made me feel like he was afraid that I would find something and was on guard against me. I felt..."

She lowered her voice and said, "General Yun may have hit something dirty."

It's just that she didn't find out.

I came to Xiao Qingrang because I wanted him to take a look.

Ye Zhiyu said a lot of words, but didn't hear his response.

She poured herself a cup of tea to moisten her throat. Seeing that he didn't say a word, she felt a little strange and confused: "Master Imperial Master, what's wrong with you? Are you worried?"

Xiao Qingrang did not answer her words, his eyebrows were deep.

"Miss Ye, I want to stay in seclusion for a while."

Ye Zhiyu was shocked before he took a sip of tea.

"Why do you want to retreat suddenly?"

Xiao Qingrang said nothing, just looked at her quietly.

"I understand, the secret must not be leaked." Ye Zhiyu said nothing more and left the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, worried.

……

Cining Palace.

Wen Yufu was combing her hair with a comb. There was no one in the hall except for her, sitting alone in front of the bronze mirror and whispering.

"I have more luck. I think I can control this body well. Shouldn't we take action?"

She couldn't wait to pull Feng Wuming down from the throne. (End of chapter)