If it weren’t for Chu Yu leading the way, he definitely wouldn’t have been able to call Yun Jinnian over so quickly.
That was his eldest son, his legitimate eldest son, whom he cherished deeply.
But with both children, one loves each as dearly as the other, and now any words were too late.
The carriage sped along rapidly; passersby, seeing it belonged to the Prince Rui Residence, quickly dodged out of the way, not daring to block the path.
As soon as the carriage arrived at the Wang Residence, Chu Xinhuan leaped out and quickly invited Yun Jinnian to disembark.
"Princess Yijia requests your presence!"
He followed Chu Xinhuan towards the inner courtyard.
On the way, Yun Jinnian caught a whiff of the scent of blood. It wasn’t particularly strong, but it was enough to understand that someone in the residence had died, and the bloodstains had been washed away with water.
The snow fell heavier, and upon reaching the inner courtyard, Yun Jinnian saw several Imperial Physicians.
The Imperial Physicians came up to him quickly, "Princess Yijia!"
Each was very courteous.
Yun Jinnian gave a slight nod and headed for the room.
Inside the room, there were suppressed cries and an oppressive atmosphere.
As Yun Jinnian entered the room, two women approached him immediately, one was the Princess Consort of the Wang Residence, and the other was Mrs. Dai, Chu Xinhuan’s wife.
Mrs. Dai, upon seeing Yun Jinnian, knelt before him, crying her heart out, "Princess Yijia, I beg you, save my son, save little An’er!"
Yun Jinnian looked at her, his brow deeply furrowed.
Chu Xinhuan immediately stepped forward, pulling her away, "Don’t cause a scene!" He then signaled a maid to come forward, "Take her away!"
"No, I won’t leave. I want to stay with little An’er!" Mrs. Dai struggled.
Yun Jinnian took a deep breath, "It’s too noisy, I can’t concentrate on the diagnosis!"
Having spoken, Yun Jinnian walked into the room.
"This is little An’er’s wet nurse!" Chu Xinhuan hurriedly said.
Little An’er’s cries had turned his voice hoarse, and now he lay there spasming, half his face covered in blood, which was also on the front of his clothing.
The hairpin was stuck in his eye, jutting out sharply, horrifying yet heartbreaking to see.
Such a young child, but now held in the nurse’s arms, not his own mother’s.
The wet nurse wanted to rise, but Yun Jinnian only glanced at her coolly.
Though she was frightened, she wasn’t particularly terrified, relying on nothing more than the child’s attachment to her.
He made his way to the window, opening it.
"Prepare hot water, boiled rags, bring over two square tables, fetch clean cotton wool, a cotton quilt, bandages..."
Yun Jinnian instructed calmly.
Chu Xinhuan immediately gave the orders.
Once the tables were arranged beneath the window and covered with the cotton quilt, Yun Jinnian approached little An’er, gently taking his hand.
Little An’er spasmed.
Out of pain and fear.
"Little An’er, don’t be afraid. Auntie will save you. Can you trust auntie?" Yun Jinnian’s voice was very soft and gentle.
Little An’er, with his eyes closed, seemed to take in the words.
"It hurts..." he croaked.
"Auntie knows it hurts Little An’er. Don’t be afraid, auntie will give you some medicine soon and you won’t hurt anymore. When you wake up, you’ll be all better. Little An’er is the strongest and bravest, so there’s nothing to be afraid of, right?"
"Shall auntie hold Little An’er, alright?"
After a silence, Little An’er weakly and faintly responded, "Mm!"
Only then did Yun Jinnian extend his arms to take Little An’er from the wet nurse, with Chu Yu stepping up immediately to help transfer him to the table.
Yun Jinnian first checked Little An’er’s pulse, his brow immediately knitting together.
"What’s the matter?" Chu Xinhuan asked anxiously.