Is the prince infertile?The lady was so happy!

Chapter 499
Concubine Ming had already fallen asleep, and after being awakened, she saw her son suddenly appearing in front of her covered in blood, she was horrified, and immediately went to the imperial physician without caring about anything else.

Ding Chunfang hurriedly stopped her, and said in a crying voice: "Mother, please don't pass the news on to the doctor. The master came back privately. If it is spread, the officials will definitely be criticized by the officials, and the emperor will not be happy."

"But, but..."

Concubine Ming turned around in a daze, and said incoherently, "What's wrong with him? Was he injured? Or is he sick?"

"Your Majesty, please don't panic, let Grandpa lie down."

"Oh, come on."

Concubine Ming hastily called her maidservant to help her settle down her son together.

Gu Changyuan's complexion was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

Concubine Ming wiped his face with a handkerchief, and couldn't help crying: "Why did he vomit so much blood? Xiao Dingzi, tell me, what happened? Could it be that you were also assassinated? Tell me Where is he hurt?"

She looked at her son anxiously, trying to find wounds on him.

The assassination of Concubine Shu and the prince left a deep shadow in her heart.

Only then did she realize that being a prince is really a very, very dangerous thing.

Ding Chunfang had calmed down now, he wiped off his sweat, and comforted Concubine Ming, "Don't be afraid, we were not assassinated. I reckoned that Master was too tired from the continuous journey and he was not feeling well. In this way... let the master sleep quietly for a while and rest, maybe it will be fine."

"Oh, it's not an assassination, it's not an assassination."

Concubine Ming breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, and sat down, first ordered the maid to cook bird's nest porridge and prepared hot water, and then asked Ding Chunfang to sit down too, "Little Dingzi, drink some tea and eat something. Tell me well what's going on here."

Ding Chunfang drank two cups of tea in one breath, stuffed a few pieces of cakes, felt that his stomach was not so empty, he let out a sigh of relief, and explained: "Seven days ago, I got a letter from Feige in the capital, and learned that the crown prince and Shuhuang Something happened to the imperial concubine, so she hurried back immediately."

"No matter how urgent you are, you have to ask for an order first."

"Yes, the slave also persuaded me." Ding Chunfang sighed, "But how can I be the master of the master, the master said, come back and take a look before going back, so that no one will find out."

Concubine Ming was shocked: "You came back in only seven days?"

"Your Majesty, you don't know, I'm exhausting this servant..." Ding Chunfang complained, "Seven days and seven nights! Apart from stopping to eat and replenish some water every day, the only time I can rest for a while is when I change horses at the post station. The slave's butt is numb!"

"You really worked hard." Concubine Ming pushed another plate of melons and fruits.

Ding Chunfang rubbed her face and sighed: "It's nothing, the most terrible thing is that I can't sleep. I'm sleepy! I only slept for two hours in the past two or three days. Madam, look at the eyes of this slave. They are small, and they will disappear. This slave You can't compare with the prince in appearance, how can you marry a wife in the future?"

Concubine Ming glanced at her sleeping son on the bed, and said, "A man's marriage to a wife has nothing to do with the size of his eyes."

"What does that have to do with it?"

"It's related to whether the body is strong or not." Concubine Ming gave a rare sigh, "Look at King Xuan, since he was injured in the paddock last year, his body has been completely damaged, and it is still not good. The same continuous Hurry up, although you are tired, you are in good shape. But he looks like this..."

(End of this chapter)