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Before Ning Chen stretched an endless desert.
Camels neighed in the vast desert.
Amidst the desolate desert, the Ming Dynasty banner fluttered in the wind.
Chapter 138 Zhao Ling'er Arrives! An Endless Nightmare! (Please Subscribe!)
In the vast desert.
The Ming Dynasty's military camp was heavily guarded.
The atmosphere seemed to freeze.
Zhu Zhanji, dressed in military uniform, frowned deeply, looking as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
He looked at the imperial physician beside him and asked:
"What exactly happened to Grandpa? Do you have any treatment options?"
Just last night, his grandfather, Zhu Di, the current Yongle Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, suddenly vomited blood and fainted.
Moreover, his condition is getting worse and worse. This morning, he vomited blood several times while unconscious and is on the verge of death.
The three imperial physicians looked at each other, and the oldest one, Cheng Yuyi, stepped forward and knelt down with a thud.
"Your Majesty... his illness is truly strange; he experiences alternating chills and fever."
When it's cold, it's like a chill penetrating the body; when it's hot, it's like oil being boiled over a raging fire. I... have never seen anything like it before..."
The remaining two imperial physicians also knelt before Zhu Zhanji.
"The medicine has been exhausted, and His Majesty's condition has not improved. I suggest we return to the capital as soon as possible so that everyone can work together to treat him. Perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope!"
Zhu Zhanji's expression was difficult to read.
Just as he was about to order the abandonment of the campaign against the northern desert,
An officer ran over and stopped outside the camp.
"Your Highness, a man has come to visit outside the camp, claiming he can cure Your Majesty's illness!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhanji's eyes lit up, and he said:
"Bring him to my camp."
The worry on his face faded somewhat, and he was also a little surprised.
Despite the fact that they had kept the news under wraps, almost no one knew that the Emperor was critically ill except for the imperial physicians and a small number of military officers.
"This mysterious figure seems to be no ordinary person... I hope he is a reclusive master."
Zhu Zhanji muttered to himself.
They are now deep in the desert.
If we retreat now, there's no guarantee that Arughtai's army won't press forward.
They will then be completely put on the defensive.
Not long after,
The officer led a young man in a black and white Taoist robe into the camp.
The moment the young man stepped into the camp...
Zhu Zhanji then realized that he might have met a master.
That refined and otherworldly aura, and the faint indifference in his eyes...
He had only seen it on some highly accomplished people who had renounced the world and cultivated themselves.
Zhu Zhanji quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said:
"Does any expert have a way to cure my grandfather?"
Ning Chen greets the Crown Prince.
Ning Chen nodded slightly and said,
"That's exactly why I've come. Let me check on his condition first."
Afterwards, Zhu Zhanji took Ning Chen to the camp where Zhu Di was recuperating.
Zhu Di, lying on the bed, was pale, with blood constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Moreover, his fists were clenched, his limbs were tense, and there was a hint of fear on his face.
"Sir, what exactly is wrong with my grandfather?"
"Going astray in cultivation."
Ning Chen slowly revealed his answer.
He observed Zhu Di's internal condition with his white eyes and found that his internal energy was surging erratically and without any order.
It must have been because he had too many distracting thoughts while refining his internal energy after taking the Nine Profound Pill that he accidentally went into a qi deviation.
"How... should this be treated?" Zhu Zhanji asked again.
Ning Chen placed two fingers on Zhu Di's wrist.
In just a few breaths, the disordered internal energy within his body was suppressed.
But this is only temporary. To completely resolve the issue, Zhu Di needs to wake up and slowly work out his internal energy.
Zhu Zhanji only saw a faint light flash at Ning Chen's fingertips.
Then he pressed on his grandfather's wrist, and his grandfather's complexion instantly improved.
Zhu Zhanji was overjoyed and his face lit up with happiness.
"Don't worry, he's not in immediate danger, but he's still in danger. Let me check on him further..."
Physical ailments are easy to treat, but mental ailments are difficult to cure.
It is clear that Zhu Di is currently in some kind of nightmare, and this is the source of his demonic possession.
Ning Chen's hand remained on Zhu Di's pulse.
A sheep talisman appeared in his palm, and then his soul left his body.
Ning Chen ventured into Zhu Di's brow to see what Zhu Di was dreaming about at this moment.
In that dream, there was a magnificent golden palace.
Fengtian Temple.
Zhu Di was kneeling in the hall at this moment, and there was a look of fear on his face.
On the dragon throne high above sat an old man with a gloomy face and sinister eyes, his face filled with disappointment and resentment.
The old man spoke in a cold voice:
"Fourth brother, we're asking you, why did you seize the throne?"
Ning Chen, who was watching this scene, suddenly realized that the old man was Zhu Yuanzhang.
"Dad, I, I..."
Zhu Di trembled, unable to meet his father's gaze.
"This throne was passed down to your elder brother. Now that your elder brother is gone, his son is free to inherit it. But what about you?"
"What a fine 'Fengtian Jingnan' campaign! What a 'Jingnan Campaign'! Isn't it just your wolfish ambition?!"
"With such despicable methods, do you even deserve to be a son or grandson of the Zhu family!"
"Do you even see me as your father anymore? Do you even care about the ancestors of the Zhu family?!"
……
With each rebuke from Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Di's back bent lower and lower, and sooner or later his head would be pressed firmly against the ground.
A man and a woman stood beside Zhu Di.
A tall, well-proportioned man, wearing a jade belt, looked at Zhu Di with resentment in his eyes.
This is Zhu Di's elder brother, Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son, Zhu Biao.
"Fourth brother, your elder brother has treated you well! Why would you do such a thing!"
The other woman standing next to him was slightly older...
She was dressed simply yet dignified and elegantly, with a gentle face, but her originally tender and loving gaze was now filled with deep disappointment.
She didn't speak, but just sighed softly.
Zhu Di knelt on the ground, his face contorted in pain, his voice low and hoarse:
"Big brother... Mother..."
He clenched his fists, overwhelmed by fear and guilt, and knelt on the ground, roaring with tears streaming down his face.
Ning Chen sighed softly. So this was Zhu Di's inner conflict, and also his nightmare.
Then, he quietly exited the dream.