MCSCPM -Chapter 310 Prince Yi’s Residence

Yesterday everything was fine… how could this happen? Did he accidentally touch something, or eat something strange?

But no, that was impossible—he was always careful.

The doctor had prescribed medicine, and he took it immediately.

The doctor said, “Prince Yi, the medicine I’ve prepared can only temporarily relieve the itch. It cannot resolve the root cause immediately, but I will do my best.”

Chu Yifeng sat in his chair, his face cold and dark, like it had been torn by a sharp knife—frightening enough that no one dared to meet his gaze.

The doctor, knowing better, quietly left. Meanwhile, in the backyard of Prince Yi’s residence…

Several kitchen maids were busy at work when one young maid tapped another, leaning close and whispering, “Zhuxin, I nearly had an accident last night.”

Zhuxin, tending the fire, glanced at her. “Hong’er, what happened? You’re never usually like this.”

It turned out that the girl who had been confronted by Yin Qingyue last night was Hong’er. Her pale face reflected lingering fear. She composed herself and whispered mysteriously, “I saw a very ugly girl at the back gate last night.”

“So what? There are plenty of ugly people in the world—what difference does it make if you saw one?”

“Zhuxin, let me finish!”

“Go on.”

“I know what that person was doing, but… later she knocked me out. When I woke up, I was in the backyard, and the girl was already gone.” Hong’er’s voice grew quieter as she spoke.

Zhuxin, stirring the fire, casually replied, “Are you overthinking it?”

Overthinking? Hong’er felt wrongly accused. “Zhuxin, I’m not making it up! What should I do?”

“What do you mean, ‘what to do’? If anyone knew you were knocked out and someone got in, you’d be in trouble. So this can’t be talked about—understood?” Zhuxin said kindly.

Hong’er thought about it. Indeed, nobody knew yet. If word got out, she’d surely be punished. That wouldn’t be worth it.

Nodding, she murmured, “Right… I mustn’t let anyone know,” then got up and returned to work.

On the other side, Yin Qingyue, who had anticipated Prince Yi’s predicament, was delighted. She silently cursed Chu Yifeng for getting his revenge—he would be unbearably itchy for nearly a month, and she could watch him struggle against Chu Jingcheng.

Naturally, the news quickly reached the palace. As the saying goes, “Good news doesn’t leave the door, but bad news travels a thousand miles”—this was exactly the case.

Eunuch Sun received the news and immediately informed Chu Helian. Chu Helian had just risen and was changing his clothes, so Sun didn’t dare disturb him and waited outside. Soon, Chu Helian emerged.

He glanced at Sun and asked, “Eunuch Sun, what happened? I heard you’ve been waiting here since early morning.”

Sun hurriedly said, “Your Majesty, I received news that Prince Yi has contracted a strange illness. Red spots have appeared all over his body, and the doctors could not determine the cause. I immediately came to inform Your Majesty.”

“You’re saying Prince Yi has a strange illness? He was perfectly fine yesterday—how could this happen?” Chu Helian asked, concerned but also astonished.

“I do not know, Your Majesty. The doctors couldn’t find the cause.”

“All quack doctors!” Chu Helian exclaimed sharply, frowning. Thinking of his own son, he added, “Sun, immediately send the imperial doctors to Prince Yi’s residence. He must be treated, and there must be no mistakes.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Sun quickly went to summon the imperial physicians.

The palace doctors departed for Prince Yi’s residence immediately.

Seeing them, Prince Yi felt a small measure of relief. After all, even his father wasn’t completely heartless—he had sent doctors for his treatment. But then he thought: even if it were Prince Ling, as emperor, the responsibility to treat him would still rest with the doctors. Thinking this way, his gratitude toward Chu Helian vanished.

The doctors placed their tools down and bowed. “We pay respects to Prince Yi.”

“No need for formalities. Treat me quickly.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The doctors examined him in turn, taking his pulse. They exchanged confused looks, clearly unsure of the cause.

Seeing their expressions, Chu Yifeng coldly asked, “Tell me—what do you think caused this?”

The doctors stepped back, speaking honestly. “Prince Yi, I have practiced medicine for many years but have never seen this condition. May I ask—did you touch or eat anything unusual yesterday?”

“I am always careful. Yesterday was ordinary, just like any other day.”

“Then this is strange. From what we can observe, such symptoms usually occur after contact with something or consumption of something. Beyond that, we cannot determine further at the moment.”

“You are imperial doctors, aren’t you?” Chu Yifeng asked sharply.

The doctors knelt quickly. “Forgive us, Your Highness. We are limited in ability. We can help relieve the itching temporarily but cannot cure the root cause. Observation over time is necessary.”

This was no different from the previous doctor—they really were just incompetent.

Chu Yifeng couldn’t dismiss them—they were sent by the emperor. He sighed. “Fine. Just find a way to stop the itching for now.”

“Yes, Your Highness. We will prepare a remedy immediately.”

One doctor returned to the palace to report to the emperor. Chu Helian, seeing the doctor rush back, felt slightly reassured, though his face remained stern with a hint of worry.

The doctor reported, “Your Majesty, I have examined Prince Yi. His illness is unusual—red spots of various sizes cover his body, and he suffers extreme itchiness. I have never seen this before, so I dare not prescribe treatment hastily. Observation is necessary, but I have found a way to relieve his itching temporarily.”

Chu Helian remained serious and authoritative. “I do not care how you do it—you must ensure Prince Yi recovers quickly. If not, you will no longer be imperial doctors.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. We will do our utmost to cure him.” The doctor bowed deeply, afraid to raise his head.

“How long until he recovers?” Chu Helian asked.

“I… cannot give a definite answer. At present, Prince Yi must endure it slowly, as the red spots gradually subside.”

“Very well. You may leave.” The doctors bowed again and departed.

Chu Helian pondered in the hall. Prince Yi’s sudden illness must have distressed him. After considering, he decreed that Chu Jingcheng be summoned to the palace.

The edict reached Prince Jing’s residence. Chu Jingcheng, previously preoccupied with finding Yin Qingyue, now focused entirely on her.

This time, he did not refuse the palace summons and went immediately.

On the way, a eunuch informed him of Prince Yi’s sudden illness.

Chu Jingcheng was shocked. Prince Yi had contracted a strange illness? He was perfectly fine yesterday. Could this be a ruse to avoid something? He wondered if Prince Yi had a trick up his sleeve, pretending to be ill.

He was deep in thought as they reached the imperial study.

Entering, he saw Chu Helian’s subtle but perceptible concern.

“Your son greets you, Father,” he said.

“No need for formalities.”

“May I ask, Father, why I am summoned?”

Chu Helian did not mince words. “I know you have been busy, but Prince Yi is your elder brother. He is ill—you should go see him.”

Chu Jingcheng hesitated. He wanted no contact with Prince Yi. “Father, I understand my elder brother is ill, and I should visit, but I hear he has red spots all over. Being prideful, he might overthink if I go.”

“They are brothers—what overthinking? Jing’er, you should go. Take my message and some gifts for him.”

“Father…”

“I know you are busy, but you must spare a moment. This matter is decided.”

Chu Jingcheng had no choice. Reluctantly, he went to Prince Yi’s residence with the emperor’s gifts.

The guards at the gate were initially surprised. Why was Prince Jing arriving unexpectedly—and with gifts from the palace? They were puzzled but dared not question it.

Prince Yi soon learned of this. Furious, he thought: after what I’ve been through, he still comes? Clearly, this is to intimidate me, to see if I am being punished.

Chu Jingcheng outwardly claimed not to contest him, but now, seeing him in this state, clearly had ulterior motives. Chu Yifeng’s disdain even mingled with some hatred.

But on the surface, he could only show gratitude.

Soon, Chu Jingcheng arrived at Chu Yifeng’s room. Seeing the red rash, he thought Prince Yi deserved it but masked his feelings with concern. “Elder Brother, are you all right? I was very worried when I heard.”

Chu Yifeng smiled. “It’s nothing. It’ll clear up in a couple of days. You are thoughtful, coming to see me.”

“Actually, I didn’t know you were unwell. It was Father who told me to visit, and he brought many gifts. Clearly, he cares for you.”

“Thanks to Father. I am happy you came. I also know you’ve been looking for that divine healer. The fact you made time to visit truly pleases me.”

“We are brothers. When you are in trouble, naturally I care.”

Chu Jingcheng’s words carried an undercurrent—a subtle jab at Chu Yifeng’s earlier attempt on his life.

Chu Yifeng understood but kept up a facade of friendliness, not letting the tension show.