Nan Qing actually cares so much about Chu Fengjin?
This was somewhat beyond Qingge's expectations.
"Royal Grandmother, you..."
Han Shanggong suddenly coughed slightly and said, "Your Highness, what do you want to ask?"
Qingge's consciousness was pulled back from her chaotic thoughts.
After suppressing the questions in her mind, the question that concerned her most was still this: "Royal Grandmother, was it you who poisoned my mother?"
"Your Highness, how could you ask such a question?" Han Shanggong was shocked.
Your Majesty, how could you possibly poison His Highness Nan Xing?
Nan Qing was not angry this time. She turned her head and looked at Qing Ge quietly.
Qingge said nothing more, still waiting for her answer.
After a while, Nan Qing said hoarsely: "It's not me."
Qingge's mood was indescribably complicated.
If it's not the imperial grandmother, of course she is happy, but if it's not her, then who is it?
Feng Jiuqing and Chu Fengjin... Feng Jiuqing was deeply in love with Nan Xing, how could he poison her?
Especially in these years, Feng Jiuqing has lived a miserable life alone.
As soon as I heard the news about Nanxing, I immediately dropped everything and went to search for it regardless of the ends of the earth.
How could such an affectionate man poison the woman he loved most?
Chu Fengjin... Ah Jiu seemed to have no feelings for Nan Xing anymore.
Qingge didn't know exactly what the two of them were like back then, but subconsciously she felt that the person who poisoned her was definitely not Master Ajiu.
What's more, she still somewhat believed that her biological father in this era might really be the Nine Emperors Uncle.
However, there are only three of them. If not them, who are they?
"Qing'er," Nan Qing finally found Chu Qingge's hand this time. Although he had no strength, he still held her hand.
"Is Xing'er...still...alive?"
Chu Qingge's thoughts finally returned to the present.
After a while, she nodded: "Yes, she has returned to Nanjin, but she won't be able to come back for the time being."
Nan Qing said nothing, she was speechless.
Her chest was constantly rising and falling, her energy and blood were disordered with excitement, and her breathing was rapid and heavy!
"Your Majesty!" Han Shanggong was frightened and looked at Qingge hurriedly: "Your Majesty, please think of a solution quickly. Your Majesty seems to be feeling very uncomfortable."
Qingge shook Nan Qing's hand and said hurriedly: "Grandma Huang, if you still want to see my mother, don't get excited. I'll give you the acupuncture, and you can adjust your breathing slowly."
After saying that, she let go of Nan Qing's hand, took out the long needle, and immediately injected it into several acupuncture points.
Nan Qing was still very excited, but his breath slowly calmed down under Qing Ge's acupuncture.
For symptoms such as stroke, even in the 21st century, the medical community has not yet developed a specific cure.
It needs to be adjusted slowly.
Qingge came prepared tonight and brought all the medicine bags.
She put an intravenous drip on Nan Qing, which could calm her breathing and replenish her body's energy.
While giving her an intravenous drip, she was also given injections to activate blood circulation, and at the same time, medicine was injected into her blood vessels.
After a round of operations, Nan Qing's face regained a trace of vitality.
Han Shanggong once again admired Chu Qingge's medical skills and fell to the ground!
"Your Highness, I'm lucky to have you!"
Qingge never dared to be careless: "I don't have much time to stay here. After Nanyang finds out that I have let him go, he will definitely think that I will come here to find you. I... have to leave."
