In the fourteenth year of Yongzheng in history, Emperor Yongzheng passed away.
And here, the fourteenth year of Yongzheng is destined to be a year filled with bloodshed and turbulence.
The Fourth Master did not die, but quite a few people could not keep their heads.
The Fourth Master could not allow these people to linger until next year.
After resting for a whole night, the Fourth Master was clearly much better.
Just extremely hungry.
After the Imperial Physician examined him, he still did not dare to let him eat, only slightly mixing some water, as Ye Zao watched, it was no more than yesterday.
"Bear it a bit longer, consider it as you suffering for your own son's crime. It was the Eighth Prince who caused the crash." Ye Zao attended to the Fourth Master while wiping his body.
"You don't need to serve me, aren't you tired?" The Fourth Master grabbed her, handing the towel in her hand to Yu Shui who stood beside him.
