### Chapter 32: The Emperor's Summons (Part 4)
After the meeting, Tang Feng returned to his lodging and waited patiently. The night was calm, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and plans. As the moon reached its zenith, casting a silvery glow over the palace grounds, Tang Feng donned his dark attire and slipped out of his room with the grace of a shadow.
Navigating the labyrinthine palace corridors, Tang Feng moved stealthily, his senses alert for any sign of danger. His destination was the northern quarters, where the chief eunuch resided. He had to be careful, for any misstep could jeopardize his mission. As he approached the heavily guarded area, he used his mastery in stealth to blend into the darkness, avoiding the patrolling guards with ease.
After what felt like an eternity, Tang Feng infiltrated deep into the quarters and finally arrived at the chief eunuch's residence. The old eunuch, a man with a solemn expression and sharp eyes, was waiting for him. They greeted each other with silent nods, the weight of their task hanging heavily between them.
"I am Li Zhen," the chief eunuch introduced himself, his voice low and filled with hope. "Is it true that you can help cure the crown prince?"
Tang Feng nodded with confidence. "Yes, I believe I can."
Li Zhen's eyes lit up with a mixture of hope and desperation. Without another word, he led Tang Feng through the silent corridors of the palace, their footsteps barely audible on the polished marble floors. After some time, they arrived at a secluded, small palace. A guard, recognizing the chief eunuch, opened the door for them, allowing them to enter the crown prince's quarters.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and despair. On a large bed, a sickly boy in his mid-twenties lay writhing in pain with every breath he took. His face was pale, and his body was frail. The chief eunuch's eyes filled with tears as he hurried to the prince's side, gently soothing him.
"Is he your kin?" Tang Feng asked, observing the deep emotional connection between the eunuch and the prince.
Li Zhen, with a sorrowful voice, replied, "After his mother died when he was three, I raised him as my own. I protected him from the other princes and their mothers who wished him harm. I have failed in my duty to protect the only person I care about, and now he suffers because of it. If you can cure him, I will be forever in your debt."
Tang Feng approached the bed and began examining the crown prince's body, his keen eyes taking in every detail. After a thorough diagnosis, he explained the illness to Li Zhen, who listened intently, his expression a mixture of shock and hope.
"The prince's condition is a result of a rare poison," Tang Feng explained. "It has been slowly draining his vitality, weakening his organs and his qi."
Li Zhen was astonished by Tang Feng's expertise. "Can you really cure him?"
Tang Feng nodded and took out a set of hair-thin gold needles from his pocket. "I will perform an acupuncture treatment to seal his acupoints and preserve his qi, stabilizing his condition. This will allow his body to start the healing process."
Tang Feng worked methodically, covering the crown prince's body with needles, targeting specific acupoints to preserve the prince's qi and maintain his vitality. As he worked, he explained the process to Li Zhen, who watched with rapt attention.
"The poison has been attacking his meridians, causing his qi to leak," Tang Feng said. "By sealing these points, we can contain the poison and give his body a chance to recover."
Hours passed, and as dawn approached, Tang Feng finally took a deep breath and began removing the needles. He wiped the sweat from his brow, exhausted but satisfied with his work. The crown prince's breathing had become steady and calm, and his face had regained some color.
"He is out of immediate danger," Tang Feng said, turning to Li Zhen. "He will wake up in about two hours. Make sure to give him small amounts of qi-replenishing pills to help his recovery."
Li Zhen bowed deeply, his voice choked with emotion. "Thank you, Master Tang. You have saved him. I am forever in your debt."
Tang Feng nodded, accepting the gratitude with a calm demeanor. "Take care of him. His recovery will be slow, but with proper care, he will regain his strength."
Without wanting to attract any more attention, Tang Feng slipped out of the palace, moving silently through the corridors until he reached the safety of his own quarters. He could feel the first light of dawn breaking through the horizon as he settled into his bed, finally allowing himself to relax.
His thoughts drifted to the events of the night. The crown prince's recovery would be a crucial turning point, not just for the prince himself, but for Tang Feng's position within the palace and the wider political landscape. The knowledge he had gained and the favor he had earned would serve him well in the days to come.
As sleep finally claimed him, Tang Feng's mind was filled with plans and possibilities. He had made a significant move in the intricate game of Murim politics, and he was ready to see it through to the end. The journey ahead would be challenging, but Tang Feng was confident in his abilities and his vision for the future.
Tang Feng, ever vigilant, continued to maneuver through the political landscape with precision. He used his growing influence to gather information and form strategic alliances. Each move was calculated, every action deliberate. He understood that the true power within the palace lay not just in brute strength, but in knowledge and cunning.
With much enticipation Tang Feng woke up and heard the palace was in roar and he can hear people especially eunuch of the palace rejoycing in Crown Princes recovery. He smiled and hopped on the roof to see people running towards the small palace.