Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

Why is he here?

Didn't he reject me? Why did he still come all the way to the Fan residence in person?

Fan Ruoruo's mind was in chaos. She stared blankly at Li Chengze, even forgetting to bow.

Li Chengze ignored Fan Ruoruo's complicated gaze. His eyes passed over the crowd and landed directly on the lifeless figure on the bed.

It was a bloodied man whose original appearance was almost unrecognizable.

Fan Xian lay there quietly, his eyes closed, his face a strange bluish-black, his lips a deep purplish-black. His chest barely rose and fell, with only the occasional, extremely faint twitch indicating that he was still alive.

His body was wrapped in white gauze, but blood continued to seep out from under the gauze, staining the bed sheet beneath him a shocking dark red.

On the other side of the bed stood a slightly chubby boy dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe.

It was Fan Xian's younger brother, Fan Sizhe.

Fan Sizhe was still clutching an account book tightly in his hand. His face didn't show much sadness, but rather a sense of bewilderment and helplessness.

Upon seeing Li Chengze walk in, Fan Sizhe was stunned for a moment, then as if he suddenly realized something, he quickly hid the account book behind his back and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Hehe...Your Highness, what brings you here?"

"Come and see Fan Xian," Li Chengze said calmly, then walked straight to the bedside.

The imperial physicians quickly made way for him.

Li Chengze looked down at Fan Xian lying on the bed, his brows furrowing slightly.

It's too awful.

That was his first impression of Fan Xian.

Those blackened lips, that bluish-purple complexion, that barely perceptible breath—all these signs indicated that the poison had seeped into the very marrow of this person, and that he had one foot in the grave.

Is Fan Xian really about to die?

Li Chengze slowly reached out his hand, wanting to check Fan Xian's breath.

"Your Highness, you mustn't!"

Upon seeing this, Fan Ruoruo, who was kneeling to the side, suddenly exclaimed and rushed forward, using her body to shield Li Chengze and Fan Xian.

"Your Highness, the imperial physician says the poison my brother has been afflicted with is extremely potent. If he were to come into contact with even the slightest bit of it, the consequences would be unimaginable! Your Highness is of noble birth; you must not take such a risk!" Fan Ruoruo raised her head, her eyes filled with anxiety.

He didn't forcefully push Fan Ruoruo away, but instead withdrew his hand and put it behind his back.

"Miss Ruoruo is very kind," Li Chengze said calmly. "I just wanted to check on Fan Xian's injuries. Since the imperial physician said there is a risk of infection, I will not examine him."

He turned his head and looked at Fan Jian, who was standing to the side.

"Lord Fan, Fan Xian's injuries are indeed more serious than I imagined." Li Chengze's tone carried a perfectly measured hint of regret and sorrow. "Have the imperial physicians said what the chances of a cure are?"

Fan Jian sighed deeply, tears streaming down his face. "Your Highness," he said, "the imperial physicians say... the poison has attacked my son's heart, destroying all his meridians. He's only clinging to life with this century-old ginseng. If he doesn't make it through tonight... I'm afraid..."

At this point, Fan Jian choked up and couldn't continue.

"Alas, it is truly a tragedy that the heavens are jealous of such a talented person." Li Chengze shook his head, a look of pity on his face. "Fan Xian is a pillar of the nation. If he were to perish here, it would be a great loss to our Great Qing."

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He looked at Fan Jian and said sincerely, "Lord Fan, please don't be too sad. Although my residence doesn't have as many precious medicinal herbs as the Imperial Hospital, I do have a few top-grade snow lotuses and thousand-year-old lingzhi mushrooms. If the Fan family needs anything, please just ask, and I will do my best to help. I will spare no effort to save Fan Xian's life."

Fan Jian bowed deeply: "On behalf of my son, this old minister thanks Your Highness for your great kindness. If there is any need, this old minister will certainly send someone to Your Highness's residence to request medicine."

Li Chengze nodded.

"Since Fan Xian is seriously injured and needs to rest, then I will not disturb him any longer."

Li Chengze turned to Fan Jian and said, "Lord Fan, I take my leave. I hope to hear good news tomorrow that Fan Xian is out of danger."

"This old minister respectfully sees Your Highness off." Fan Jian bowed deeply once again.

Li Chengze didn't look at anyone in the room again and walked straight out.

…………

After leaving the Fan residence, Li Chengze did not return to his own residence as the Second Prince.

The carriage weaved through the torrential rain and finally came to a stop at the Princess's residence.

Although it was late at night, the Princess's residence was still brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

Led by the steward, Li Chengze passed through many corridors and arrived at the bedroom of Princess Li Yunrui.

The bedroom was filled with a rich, incense-like aroma.

Li Yunrui, dressed in an extremely light and simple plain silk nightgown, leaned lazily against the soft couch.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her stunning face appeared even more alluring and captivating in the candlelight.

When Li Chengze walked in, a hint of surprise flashed in Li Yunrui's eyes, but he quickly regained his ambiguous smile.

"Oh, isn't this our busy Second Prince?" Li Yunrui gently swirled the wine in her glass, her red lips slightly parted, her voice alluring and seductive. "It's so late, and it's raining so hard outside. What wind blew you here? Perhaps... you miss your aunt?"

Li Chengze walked to the soft couch, sat down on the chair next to it without any ceremony, picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of cold tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

Li Chengze put down his teacup, looked at Li Yunrui, and said with a half-smile, "I just went to the Fan residence."

Upon hearing the words "Fan Mansion," Li Yunrui's previously languid gaze instantly sharpened.

She sat up straight, placed the luminous cup in her hand on the small table, and her smile faded slightly.

"What was the result?" Li Yunrui leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Li Chengze. "Is that little bastard truly dead or not?"

Seeing Li Yunrui's nervous yet expectant eyes, Li Chengze slowly curled a meaningful smile onto his lips.

He leaned close to Li Yunrui's ear and whispered three words in a voice only the two of them could hear:

There's still hope.

These three words were like three thunderbolts, striking Li Yunrui hard on the head.

The charm and languor on Li Yunrui's face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling ruthlessness.

She clenched her fist tightly, her meticulously trimmed nails digging deep into her palm, yet she seemed oblivious to the pain.

"His life... he's really lucky!"

"This... might be an opportunity."