Emperor Yanchen snorted: "How is that possible? Just that stinky girl, what kind of storm can she create?"
"Although I don't know why Master Mo Xing did this, don't underestimate her. You were restrained by her just now and then retreated." The thirteenth prince's concubine showed no respect to the emperor, nor did she show any respect for her. What a junior should look like. The interaction between them is very subtle!
"Huh, I'm just..." Emperor Shichen wanted to argue, but was interrupted by the Thirteenth Princess.
"Okay, none of this is important. What's important is that His Highness the Crown Prince is fully alive. I guess you, the father, will never be able to control him again in the future, hahaha!"
"Huh, since I am also his father, what can he do?" Emperor Shichen felt very angry, and everyone was now trying to ride on him.
"In your royal family, killing brothers and fathers is a common thing, and you did that to him. Do you think he can't do anything to you?" The Thirteenth Princess looked at Emperor Shichen with a half-smile, with mockery in her eyes. Seeing the fear flashing in Emperor Shichen's eyes, he felt happy in his heart. "Well, how about I pay attention to the Emperor?"
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In the Prince's Palace, Yan Ye was lying weakly on the bed, while Master Mo Xing personally bandaged the wound on Mo Jinran's hand. The wound was deep, and the flesh was exposed, making Han Dong, who was on the side, unable to bear to look at it. In Yan Ye's eyes He showed heartache, but just looked at Mo Jinran without saying a word.
Mo Jinran bit his lower lip tightly. He had experienced such pain twice in a few days. Remembering that the wound on his arm healed so quickly without even leaving a scar, he couldn't help but speak to Master Mo Xing again: "Master, it hurts so much. Do you still have the medicine?"
Master Mo Xing was helpless: "Disciple, that is not an ordinary medicine. I only have one pill, and there are still some unfinished pills in the alchemy furnace on the mountain." In fact, Master Mo Xing still had something he didn't say in his heart. , that is, he refined so many, but only one was successful.
Mo Jinran was very disappointed after hearing this. His palms hurt so much that he felt so sad. He had just taken some pain-relieving decoction, but it had no effect at all. It seemed that the wound was too deep. He turned his head and looked at the bed. Yanye, it's good that he's fine. There was a smile on his lips, which made Yanye stunned, frowning and looking away.
Mo Jinran felt uncomfortable in his heart. Did he dislike her so much?
It was already midnight. After bandaging Mo Jinran's wounds, everyone was planning to go back to their rooms to rest, but Lan Qing'er stumbled in.
"Your Highness, are you okay?" Her charming face was stained with tears, which made people feel pity. She rushed through the door and ran towards Yan Ye, but was startled when she saw Yan Ye's handsome appearance. "Your Highness, this is , is this your real appearance?" This was the first time Lan Qing'er saw Yan Ye's real face. Her big eyes that had just been filled with mist were now full of obsession, and she reached out to touch his face.
Looking at her obsessed eyes, Yan Ye felt a sense of disgust and avoided her hand without any trace.
"Your Highness, the prince is very tired now." Mo Jinran suppressed the anger in her heart. She increasingly disliked others approaching Yan Ye, especially physical contact. In the past, that person was Yan Ye's stand-in, but now, Yan Ye Ye's true form gave her a strong possessive desire.
Hearing this, Lan Qing'er was obviously displeased: "I know that everyone is very tired. Since Your Highness has nothing to do, you all should go and have a rest. I will accompany you here." After saying that, he sat beside Yanye's bed and opened his eyes.
He stared at Yanye's handsome face without blinking.
"Han Dong, bring this to your highness." Mo Jinran handed the mask that Yanye put on the table to Han Dong. Suddenly, she felt that Yanye had worn a mask before or had a normal face. She
He hated having his face stared at like this by others. Ever since Emperor Shi Chen stared at Yan Ye in the secret room, this feeling had become stronger little by little.
Han Dong took the mask, looked at Mo Jinran, and then at Yan Ye, not knowing what to do.
After all, Yan Ye nodded, and Han Dong walked over. Because Yan Ye was still very weak, Han Dong put on a mask for him himself. Lan Qing'er looked reluctant, because she knew before that that face was not Yan Ye's true face.
, but he has never let her see his true appearance. Now that she has seen such a handsome face, how can she be willing to let him wear this annoying mask. "Your Highness, it is actually good not to wear a mask."
"My prince is tired." Yan Ye didn't know what he was feeling at the moment, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Lan Qing'er still refused to leave and sat beside Yanye's bed, saying that she would take care of him. Mo Jinran didn't want to leave either, but he had spent so much energy that he couldn't even open his eyelids, and so did Mo Xingzhen.
So, I took Mo Jinran to his room to rest.
Mo Jinran lay on the bed and fell into a dark sleep. She knew that this sleep was very long, and she wanted to wake up, but she didn't have the slightest strength. In fact, Yan Ye had completed the soul transfer, and she should have fallen, but she remembered Yan Ye.
Ye, it was only then that he was hardened. Now, his body can no longer support it no matter what.
In her sleep, she only felt a voice sighing next to her, sometimes touching her cheek, and sometimes murmuring something. But the voice was too soft, and she couldn't hear it clearly. It wasn't until the voice became smaller and smaller, and became farther and farther away, that she realized
Struggling to open his eyes.
What caught the eye was the anxious face of Master Mo Xing. "Disciple, you finally woke up!" Master Mo Xing was overjoyed to see her waking up.
"Master, it's you!" Mo Jinran was slightly disappointed.
"Who do you think I am if I'm not a teacher?" Master Mo Xing pouted, this heartless disciple!
"No, I just heard someone next to me in my dream. I didn't expect it to be the master."
"Actually..." Master Mo Xing wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Han Dong who came in. "Miss Mo, you are finally awake." Han Dong also had surprise on his face, holding a tray in his hand.
There was a bowl of porridge and two plates of side dishes on the plate. He was a dignified manager of the Prince's Palace, but he turned into a boy serving tea and water.
Mo Jinran suddenly felt hungry after smelling the aroma of the food. "Wow, come on, I'm so hungry!"
Master Mo Xing and Han Dong couldn't help laughing. They really looked like they were reincarnated by starving ghosts. "You slept for three days and only fed you some water. Of course you will be hungry."
"Um...I actually slept for three days?" Mo Jinran asked vaguely while chewing rice porridge.
"No, it's like a pig, sleeping all the time and eating when you wake up!" Master Mo Xing laughed at his apprentice, but he looked doting on him.
"You are the pig!" Mo Jinran muttered dissatisfiedly. After taking a bite of the food fed to her by Master Mo Xing, the injury on her hand was not healed yet, so she had to let others feed her.
"Okay, okay, you eat slowly, no one will compete with you." Master Mo Xing looked at his apprentice funny. "But, you eat it when you wake up without washing up. How can you look like a woman?"
"I'm hungry! If I wait until I've washed myself before eating, I'll starve to death." Mo Jinran ate well and was used to dressing up as a man, so he didn't care that Mr. Mo Xing said she didn't look like a woman. "By the way, master, how is the prince?
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"He... is very good!" Master Mo Xing mentioned Yan Ye, but he hesitated to speak. His expression was very bad, which made Mo Jinran wonder if something had happened to him.
"Master, please tell me quickly, what's wrong with him? Why are you hesitating? Did something happen to him?" Mo Jinran stopped eating and was very anxious. The sword was only one millimeter away from the Thirteenth Princess's sword.
When Yan Ye was stabbed, she understood her own heart!