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四十 The fourth prince's beginning

Each news brought anyone that had the brains to understand the tumultuous living of a noble could see that the quest for the throne and it's contender has changed; the news of the fourth prince becoming the hero of the Han that brought death to the Mongol general that even the Second Prince couldn't slaughter reached the masses ears and now has become their hero; the third prince was no the diplomat that oversees the Mongol and Han treaty while the first prince settled down the ministers in the court palace.

Imperial doctor Wu, the one that is solely dedicated to the Emperor's health heard the sudden explosion of sound that broke the lamp of the Emperor. His knees trembling in fear, once an emperor became furious they would stop nothing, even if they were labeled as monstrous.

"Zhen should have killed that beast! I should have!" For the Emperor to even resort to the informal calling of I, he was sure enraged at the sudden news of the fourth prince.

As the Imperial doctor, he has seen countless deaths over a sudden spike of illness or poison from innocent scapegoats; he too has also been treading in thin ice whenever the Imperial concubines deal with lower rank concubines or beautiful maids who wanted to become phoenix by having the Emperor's favor.

For his years being inside the Imperial palace, there were times where the integrity of his medicine principles was thrown out of the gullet every time death came to face him.

"Your majesty, Imperial Doctor Wu is here" the confidante of the Emperor, the head eunuch announced his presence to the enraged Emperor.

"Let him in"

The doors opened and he stilled his heart, beating harshly against his ribcage every step he makes towards the Emperor.

"Greetings to the Emperor, wishing the emperor ten thousand years of age" he bowed down and kneel to the once majestic man who has now become a paranoid old man.

Perhaps all the constant power change in the past dynasties and the achievements of his sons made his agitation and fear for his future heightened.

Greedy.
Cold-hearted.
Old.

"Rise" he commanded, his voice weak as he coughed once more.

After the Emperor allowed him to place the silk on his arm to diagnose his health, he could once again feel the impending death over him washing upon his soul.

"Tell this emperor, how many months have I left?" Gruff and weakened yet there was a hint of resolve in the Emperor's mind.

He, the Emperor of this land, was also an accomplished warrior of his time and managed to uproot his half brothers who were also contending for the throne back then.

"To a-answer your majesty's question... this one think it would be f-four months at most"

Bang!

"Forgive this foolish slave! Forgive this one, your majesty!"

His hand silenced him, the words ringing in his ears were the cessation of his time and only the remaining times he could enjoy his power and wealth struck him.

"Find any medicine to keep Zhen's time longer or else Zhen will exterminate your nine clans!"

No emperor would be willing to give up their power and wealth, even to their sons, and thus tonics and medicine has become frequent in the Emperor's chambers.

...

Fu Jun Fen watched as the maids scurried back to their chambers the moment he released them; the masses were eager for his return that they all hailed his name spreading it to every corner of the capital; his confidante came knocking to his study room and placed the letter in his palm.