When Mu Chulie hurried to Prince Lie's Mansion, Mu Yizhi was completely unconscious. She was lying on the bed like a lifeless corpse, as pale and weak as the pile of ashes left behind by a piece of burned paper.
, it will disappear when the wind blows.
Mu Chulie's heart ached like needles, and tears actually fell from his resolute face. He had been in love for many years, and he had never shed tears for any woman. But the woman in front of him made him so sad that he couldn't help himself.
, regardless of the presence of servants, he rushed over, carefully held her in his arms, and kissed her face.
The accompanying imperial doctor examined Mu Yizhi carefully. There were too many injuries on her body, and her body was already weak. Mu Yizhi's condition seemed to be very pessimistic. In this way, the two most important patients in Prince Lie's Mansion were receiving treatment.
During the treatment, Mu Chulie was anxiously pacing around the room, with large drops of sweat dripping from his forehead. He must admit that he was more nervous than ever before.
"Xiao Hong, where is Prince Lie?" He then remembered why his second brother was not here and he didn't call the imperial doctor to help Yi Zhi. Judging from the situation, Yi Zhi looked like one of those disgraced empresses who were relegated to the "cold palace" in the palace, so desolate.
.Just now Xiaohong hurried to the Prince of Chu's Mansion. When she saw him, she knelt down heavily and begged him to save their lady. As soon as he heard that Yi Zhi was about to die, he rushed over with the imperial doctor without thinking.
This will suddenly remind you that something is wrong.
"Back to Prince Chu, Prince Lie is in Yuqinggege's room. Yuqinggege is injured."
Yuqing came back? When did it happen? Why didn't he know? Mu Chulie understood everything now. He looked at the haggard Yi Zhi with distress, poor person. The imperial doctor said that Mu Yi Zhi had suffered a serious illness.
The cold, coupled with physical exhaustion, delayed treatment. If it had been delayed for another half hour, it would have been impossible.
Mu Chulie looked at Mu Yizhi and made a silent decision in his heart, believing that Ji Chen would understand him.
"Xiaohong, please pack up some more of the lady's clothes. Oh, and her piano."
"Your Majesty?"
"I will take the young lady to the Prince of Chu's Mansion, and you will follow her to serve her." Mu Chulie's decision in his heart was to take Mu Yizhi away. He could not tolerate her being hurt like this again.
"Who allowed you to take her away?" Mu Lenglie heard this as soon as he came in and strongly rejected Mu Chulie's decision.
Mu Chulie took a look and saw that the culprit had just arrived. He no longer cared that he was his brother. He rushed up and grabbed Mu Lenglie's collar and said, "Yuqing is back, what are you going to do to her?"
"It's none of your business."
"You can't give her the best care, you have to take care of Yuqing."
"What about you, can you give her the best care? Don't forget, you are already married." Mu Lenglie reminded his brother coldly.
When Mu Chulie heard this, he was discouraged. He couldn't find any words to refute. The second brother was right. He was already married. He seemed to be in no position to take care of Yi Zhi. Just like that, he was angry.
But Mu Lenglie made him confused and didn't know how to respond.
"Okay, I won't take her away, but you have to promise that you will take good care of her." Mu Chulie had no choice but to take a step back.
"No need to promise you! Xiaohong, see the guest off! Don't let irrelevant people into Prince Lie's Mansion in the future." Mu Lenglie issued an order to expel the guest, and Mu Chulie rolled up his sleeves and left angrily.
He and she were the only ones left in the room.
Her whole face was as white as a piece of paper, lifeless, as if she had been dead for a long time. He walked into her, stretched out his hand to touch her face, and could feel the bones on her face. He picked her up, and she felt very hot all over.
, because of the movement of her body, she let out uncomfortable murmurs.
"Zhi'er, you have to be well." He said in her ear.
Mu Yi Zhi's head rested on his shoulder, and he lowered his head and kissed her small earlobe, "Zhi'er, Zhi'er..."
In a daze, she vaguely saw a familiar figure and felt a warm and generous embrace. Was it him? Probably not, he was at Yuqing's place. She had had this dream too many times.