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Chapter 1203: Why Hasn’t Bai Zhi’er Woken Up Yet?
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Chapter 1203: Chapter 1203: Why Hasn’t Bai Zhi’er Woken Up Yet?

However, the Imperial Physician examined her and was quite puzzled.

"The Princess’s body shows no discomfort, and her pulse is strong and forceful. It seems... almost like she’s just asleep."

Bai Xilie grabbed the collar of the head of the Imperial Hospital: "If that’s the case, why doesn’t Zhi’er wake up? If you don’t know how to treat it, just say so, I’ll find someone else!"

The head broke out in a cold sweat: "Please calm your anger, Emperor! We have already diagnosed her with all the Imperial Physicians; the Princess’s pulse... indeed shows no problem."

Bai Xilie flung him away.

Prince Rui helped the head to steady himself.

"Second brother..." Prince Rui wanted to comfort him but didn’t know what to say.

Everyone’s expressions were worried, their emotions heavy.

In the Imperial Hospital, skilled doctors gathered; if even they said there’s no issue, yet Bai Zhi’er still won’t wake up, what is wrong with her?

Just then, the Eldest Heir Bai Xuanmo stepped out of the curtain, followed by Princess Rui, both looking grave.

Their mother-and-son pair had excellent medical skills and were Bai Xilie’s last hope.

Bai Xilie hurried over: "How is it? Can Zhi’er be saved?"

Princess Rui choked up: "Emperor, please listen... Zhi’er’s pulse indeed shows no problem."

"But as for when she will wake up, we are powerless."

Bai Xilie stumbled back a couple of steps, his eyes dazed, unable to believe it.

Overcome with sorrow, he rushed to the inner hall: "Zhi’er!"

Bai Zhi’er lay on the bed, her delicate face clean, her lips richly red, looking as if she were simply asleep.

From the start, Feng Fuce had been like a stone, holding her hand by the bedside, unmoving.

Bai Xilie walked over with bloodshot eyes: "Marquis Wan, I know you are capable beyond comprehension. If famous doctors are helpless with Zhi’er’s illness, do you have any solution?"

Feng Fuce’s thin lips moved slightly; his voice was hoarse: "Wait."

Bai Xilie closed his eyes.

Alright, then we’ll wait for a while.

Perhaps his daughter is simply asleep and will soon wake up.

And will ask as always, with bright, water-like eyes, if her father is hungry.

A day and night passed.

The Bai Family stayed outside Ruizhu Palace for a long time.

Bai Zhi’er still showed no signs of waking.

Court affairs were suspended as well, due to this; the Ministers only knew the Princess was ill, hence Bai Xilie refused to attend court.

Although they didn’t know what had happened, they vaguely suspected the Princess’s illness struck with sudden ferocity.

Historian Wang specially went to the temple to sincerely pray for Bai Zhi’er.

Bai Xilie hadn’t closed his eyes, his eyes bloodshot.

He and Feng Fuce sat by the bedside in silence.

Feng Fuce decided not to wait any longer.

He spoke: "Emperor, ask everyone to leave, I have something to tell you alone."

Bai Xilie snapped back to reality, looked at Feng Fuce, then instructed Prince Rui and Prince Kang’s families to leave.

Initially, the brothers didn’t want to, but under Bai Xilie’s insistence, they reluctantly left one after another and closed the door.

"Bai Zhi’er’s identity is not ordinary, does the Emperor know?" Feng Fuce began.

Bai Xilie’s expression grew serious: "I know, she is my daughter, I am aware."

He didn’t use the imperial pronoun.

At this moment, Bai Xilie was merely a father, frustrated at his own helplessness.

If his consort Jing Jia were here, she would surely know how to take care of their daughter.

Feng Fuce nodded: "Alright, I suspect she’s trapped within her Divine Sense, unable to escape. I need to embark on a spiritual journey to find her, Emperor guard our bodies and don’t let anyone near."

Bai Xilie paused: "You..."

He inhaled slowly: "Alright, I trust you."

Feng Fuce didn’t waste a word; he held Bai Zhi’er’s hand tightly, leaned against the bedside, and closed his eyes to meditate.

A haze surged before his eyes, and as the mist gradually dispersed, he found himself back in Bai Zhi’er’s third year.

Water whispered around him; was Bai Zhi’er actually taking a boat here?

Where could she be going?

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