Chapter 157: She may lose her fertility from now on
Xiao Che stepped out of the palace gate and walked towards the chariot.
The autumn wind blows, and the white chrysanthemums in the vase are blooming fragrantly.
Xiao Che paced in front of Lin Feiwan's bed, waiting for the imperial doctor's reply.
"I would like to report to the prince that the princess's injuries are no longer serious. She will be fully recovered after some rest."
The imperial doctor came down from the side of the bed and arranged the medicine box on the vermilion sand table.
"Has the cold accumulated in her body been lifted?" Last time I used internal energy to force the cold poison out of her body, but I don't know if there is any left.
"Except for the possibility that the princess will not be able to conceive an heir, everything is normal."
The imperial doctor's decisive words were like a dagger stabbing into Xiao Che's heart.
He had never thought about letting her have a child of his own, but when the imperial doctor emphasized it again, Xiao Che's heart inevitably felt a little sad. Although he didn't know where the sadness came from, his heart still felt a little painful.
"Your Majesty, I have prepared some prescriptions for the Princess, which may be helpful to the Princess's fertility. Also, Your Majesty, you need more rest for your injuries. You should not be tired."
The imperial doctor turned around and saw that something was wrong with the prince's face. It must be because of the fact that the princess was unable to have children, so he had to prescribe medicine to comfort Xiao Che and said
Xiao Che shook his head, signaled the imperial doctor to go out, and then stood alone in front of the window, staring at the withered leaves in a daze.
"Report to the prince, please see me in the dark night"
The housekeeper came in and announced that when the prince ordered people to clean up Qingsi Residence, he didn't expect that the person who moved in would be Lin Feiwan.
"Let him in"
When Xiao Che heard that he was back, the mystery in his heart urgently needed an answer.
"Meet the Prince"
Dressed in darkness, An Ye has a long knife slanted across his waist. The cold air on his body is like the ice in winter, which makes people feel chilly. As expected, every kind of master has his own servant.
"Get up and answer." Xiao Che sat on the chair, put down the tea cup, raised his eyes and looked at the dark night carefully, and suddenly saw a stab wound on his blurry face.
An Ye's martial arts skills are extremely high, and very few people can hurt her.
"What happened on the way?" Xiao Che asked in confusion.
An Ye knew that all these things had to be explained, so he said: "I will transfer to Chu Wuhen the next day. Xie Rusheng Fei Ge sent a letter saying that you were in prison. I rushed back here without stopping, but I just killed people along the way."