I'm afraid even if there is, only the gods in the sky can do it.
Ordinary mortals want to get rid of a spell?
That is simply a foolish dream!
The imperial doctor who came here kept frowning when he checked the pulse. This pulse should obviously be felt by a man, but now it is found in such a weak woman?
These are truly peculiar!
"I'm incompetent. I really can't tell what's wrong with this girl."
The imperial doctor's words made Huangfu Qianhen feel that the sky was about to collapse.
How could his Xueer be like this?
Why did it look like this in just one night?
"I'm going to bed."
Xueze waved his hand, ignored the stunned Huangfu Qianhen, turned around and walked out.
Exciting! It would be great to get a little stimulation!
If you change your mind as soon as you look ugly, you are obviously in love with your skin, huh!
It really insults the word love.
Sweatdrops, Xueze wants to talk about the word love with Huangfu Qianhen?
My mother!
What is wrong with two grown men talking about whether they love each other, or whether they are worthy of love, or who loves whom?
I can't stand it, I really can't stand it.
The endurance of the heart is limited, and Huangfu Qianhen seems to have been greatly stimulated at this moment. Now his whole body is wilted like a frost-heavy eggplant, and he doesn't look alive at all.
In the end, Huangfu Qianmo sent someone to send Huangfu Qianhen back to his mansion.
Otherwise, I'm afraid Huangfu Qianhen would be so irritated that he would have to stand there all the time.
And Su Zifeng?
He could only leave the palace silently. After all, he was a foreign minister and could not stay in the palace.
But when thinking about his worried mood just now, Su Zifeng's heart is still trembling slightly.
Once is enough, seeing such a scene once is enough.
Xi'er shouldn't have to bear that. If possible, he would be willing to help Xi'er bear it. No matter what the cost or pain, he would be willing to help Xi'er bear it.
He was scared, really scared, that something might happen to Xi'er.
Back at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Su Zifeng did not go back to his yard to rest, but went to the study.
Boom! Boom!
"Come in."
After knocking on the door, Prime Minister Su's voice came from inside.
Su Zifeng opened the door and walked in. Although it was already very late, his father was still looking at various official documents in the study. He had no choice but to do it. There were too many things that the prime minister should take care of.
"Zifeng, are you doing this for the eldest princess?"
Knowing a son is better than a father, Prime Minister Su guessed a rough idea after just a moment's thought.