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THE PRINCE OF HERBS

1389 AD, Ming Dynasty, China "Guardsmen! Take him to his exile in Yunnan, right now!" "Fu Huang!..." "Shut up! Oh... how can my own son stab me from behind... Not only other people I can't trust, and now I can't even trust my own son either!... It's far more painful..." *** "Tomorrow morning," Xie Wang said slowly. "Tomorrow morning... you will see dozens of dead bodies lying all over the streets in Yunnan." Xie Wang looked straight to Zhu Su, his eyes as sharp as a knife, "This is a war. The battle between me, Yuan Prince, and you Ming Prince. A battle to determine who is the most suitable to be the next ruler of Yunnan!" *** "Your Highness... Bad news, Your Highness!" Wu Qi was breathless as he answered, "All streets in Yunnan... are full of dead bodies..." Zhu Su stunned. It can't be, Witchcrafts of Xie Wang is the hell real?!? He just walked not any longer, yet he had found a dead body was lying face down on the street. The farther he walked, the more corpses he found. And finally, he arrived at the town square, where people had been crowded together. *** "I am Zhu Su, the fifth son of Hongwu Emperor, I promise to smash the Witchcrafts of Xie Wang, and get you all free from the outbreak!" Zhu Su sharpened his voice. "The promise from a leader is not a children's game. Bear it in mind!" A man in early forties, who seemed to be the leader of rebels, held his spear up, shouted, "Fine! We appreciate your determination, Ming Prince, so keep your promise! If you fail to keep it up, then I'll make sure that Ming honor, as well as yours, will be ruined!" *** A biographical novel of Prince Zhu Su, the fifth prince of the Hongwu Emperor who was the founder of Ming Dynasty, who devoted himself for medical science and humanity. But before he could fulfil his devotion, he was forced to go through royal disputes, conflicts, power struggles, punishments, rebellions, and even death threats. Could he overcome those problems and reached his noble dream? Find out in this novel. This is a work of biographical novel about a real historical figure. Some characters, plot premise, and certain sections of the story are based on historical events and figures, but there are some parts which are pure fiction. Some of names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner; any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This novel is an original work of myself, not a translated work. Last but not least; I hope you enjoy this story. And thank you very much for your appreciation and support! Have a nice day!

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IT IS ALL IN VAIN

"His Highness... will soon leave this world..."

The wind kept blowing hard, screwing up Hu Nayin's hair so it turned as messy as her mind this moment. She was standing still, unmoved. Her gaze was blank. Her spirit seemed to drift from her body, and wandered aimlessly.

Sadness overpowered her mind right now.

Hu Nayin could not accept that Zhu Su would die before long. However, that was the result of the diagnosis. No medicine could cure him, all of their endeavors would fail. Her tears kept flowing down. and her cheeks were all wet with tears.

It was a real unacceptable matter for her, that Zhu Su would leave her soon.

She could not accept it.

"Your Highness..." Hu Nayin muttered sorrowfully. "Don't go... please..."

She did not know how long she had been standing there. She did not want to know about it. The shock seemed to turn her into stone. And her soul continued to drift directionlessly.

Until she heard that voice.

So fast, it was in the twinkling of the eye that she almost did not hear it. But surprisingly, she could still abbreviate the words.

"Isn't it because of The Maggot's work?"

"Oh, The Southern Poisonous Maggot raised by Sir Rumilie?"

"Of course! What else can kill humans instead of it?"

"The Maggot is indeed so fierce! But if it can be expelled, then that poor Zhou Wang will revive."

"How to expel The Maggot?!" Hu Nayin shouted anxiously. Luckily no other people there, otherwise they would be terrified by Hu Nayin's strange behavior since she screamed alone without other partners as if she was insane.

"Ho? You can hear us?"

"Please tell me! I beg you! I must help His Highness!!!"

Hu Nayin felt her hands move on their own. And slowly, her feet took a step. She had no idea about where her feet would take her to. She just kept walking, and walking, until finally, she stopped at a plant that gave off a very strong scent.

"Use the entire parts of this plant. Root, stem, leaf, fruit... all of it! Boil this plant, and drink it to Zhou Wang."

"Only... this plant..."

"There are still the other. Follow us."

Hu Nayin knew this was absurd to do, but at this moment, she was forced to trust her instinct. After all, she had managed to save many people with this talent and it was also this talent that brought her to meet with Zhu Su, she believed that this talent would be able to help her once again.

She collected twenty two kinds of plants and, without wasting more time, she ran towards the medical center. Arriving there, she handed the basket containing the herbs to Xue Mei and Lin. "Boil these plants. It will be able to cure His Highness and others."

Li Heng, Guo Songmi, Shao Rong, and the other medical experts were inevitably amazed by Hu Nayin's medicinal herbs. Shao Rong blinked in disbelief. "Wang Fei... Are you sure, this medicine will be able to cure His Highness?"

"Yes. What causes His Highness to fall sick is The Maggot. The Southern Poisonous Maggot. The way to heal His Highness is to throw The Maggot out from His Highness' body. And these plants will be able to throw it away."

Everyone gawked. "The... Maggot?!?"

"Wang Fei... there is no such ailment called The Maggot," Li Heng tried to correct her.

"Not exactly, Physician Li. The Maggot won't exist in any medical books based on knowledge, but it exists in legend. We have also heard of the legend. Yes, The Maggot from the South. People say that some dangerous shamans often use it in order to make their victims fall ill," Du Qinfeng explained.

"Oh, I see, Master Du. You come from the southern area, you must know a lot about the legends of the south. According to Wang Fei, The Maggot which causes this burdensome disease also comes from the south," Shao Rong said. He watched the plants inside the basket. "And these plants can expel The Maggot... Gosh! I'm sure none of us would think that we should use these plants as medicine!"

But Hu Nayin did not heed the arguments and opinions they expressed. She was catching up on time. "Come on, hurry up and boil this medicine. The Maggot is very dangerous... if it is not removed immediately, His Highness will die!"

It did not take long time to boil the medicinal plants. Accompanied by Li Heng and others, Hu Nayin went to Zhu Su's bedchamber in hurry.

"Your Highness!" Hu Nayin grabbed Zhu Su's fragile hands. "Your Highness, this time you will definitely get well. This medicine will heal you!"

Zhu Su himself, said so slowly. "Yes..."

After that, Hu Nayin fed Zhu Su with the concoction. Hu Nayin did it very patiently and leniently. She blew the concoction on a spoon first to make it not too hot, and then gave Zhu Su to drink it. She did not care even though she must do it for quite a long time. And every time she helped Zhu Su drink it, she always did it with chanting prayers of hope - hoped her husband could recover from illness.

Hopefully, The Maggot can be thrown out! And His Highness gets well soon!

Finally, the concoction had been used up. However, Zhu Su still lay in a weak position. Even this time it seemed that he had lost his consciousness. Hu Nayin pressed her lips.

"Well... at least you have tried, Wang Fei..." Realizing that Hu Nayin got disappointed since the result did not match her expectations, Shao Rong assured her. "After all, Fate is under Heaven's control..."

"No..." Hu Nayin's entire body trembled. "No..."

"Wang Fei?"

"His Highness has not yet died! He doesn't die!!!"

"Wang Fei?!"

Hu Nayin stood up all of a sudden. She shouted again. "Don't touch him! Let alone bury him! His Highness is not dead! He is still alive, he only loses consciousness!"

"But..."

"Don't you dare touch him! Or I'll make sure that you get the punishment you deserve!"

And without heeding the calls of the other Team of Wellbeing's members, Hu Nayin turned around, and walked out of the room lethargically.