The urgency made the Noble Consort scream.
"Why isn't anyone moving the charcoal brazier away!"
She also hurriedly ordered someone to start the ground dragon heating system.
Alas, by then, the Little Prince had already started to develop a fever. By night, he was burning with a high fever. The situation was extremely perilous. Despite Imperial Doctor Zhang administering several doses of medicine, there was no sign of improvement.
Noble Consort Shih was completely panicked.
"Emperor... Emperor..."
"Someone, quickly fetch the Emperor!"
Someone from Xifu Palace had already gone to summon him.
Noble Consort Shih held her son, her body trembling as she wept.
Zhao Junyao received the news in the middle of the night and immediately rushed over.
But alas… He wasn't a god; he couldn't save this unfortunate child.
Before dawn, the Little Prince, just a month and a half old, stopped breathing in his coma.
After checking his pulse, Imperial Doctor Zhang knelt down.
