When the Prince on the viewing platform saw Lin Taichu collapse, his heart tightened. He quickly rose to his feet and shouted to the Guards beside him, "Quick! Carry Taichu down and fetch the imperial physician at once!"
The Guards immediately rushed forward, carefully lifted Lin Taichu, and ran toward the Prince's Mansion. The Prince no longer had the mind to watch the remaining matches and left the platform with them.
Seeing Lin Taichu carried away, the Third Prince's face darkened. He said to his subordinate, "Go investigate whether Lin Taichu is truly dead. If he isn't, think of another way. Make sure he doesn't survive."
His subordinate nodded. "Yes, Your Highness. I'll investigate right away."
At the Prince's Mansion, the imperial physician was taking Lin Taichu's pulse. He frowned deeply, feeling his pulse for a long while before finally raising his head to the Prince.
"Prince, Brave Warrior Lin has been poisoned badly. The Qianji Powder has already spread through his five viscera and six bowels. I can save him, but his meridians have suffered severe damage. His martial arts may decline by thirty percent in the future."
The Prince's heart sank, but he quickly said, "As long as his life can be saved, that is enough. So what if his martial arts decline? He can recover gradually in the future. Write the prescription at once and do everything in your power to save him."
"Yes, Prince." The imperial physician nodded and began writing the prescription.
Wang Yue stood to the side, looking at the unconscious Lin Taichu on the bed. Her eyes were red, tears welling in them. She softly asked the Prince, "Father, Brave Warrior Lin will be all right, won't he? If something happens to him, I..."
The Prince patted her shoulder and comforted her. "Don't