Her long skirt fluttered slightly, and Xiyue's eyesight went dark, and she almost fell down. She nodded silently, turned around and hurried towards the dormitory.
The guards knew they were coming and had already opened the door to the dormitory. When Xiyue stepped in, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
The wind blows, the gauze curtain dances, and in the deepest part of the splendor, lying on the bed, is it not the Seventh Prince, then who is it?
"Xuanjing——"
Xiyue finally couldn't hold it back, and sat in front of his bed, holding his cold hands tightly. When she squeezed them, Xiyue was startled.
There is no warmth in the hands, they are extremely cold.
Startled, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to touch his forehead and body, which were also cold. Xiyue leaned down and put her ear against the Seventh Prince's chest. However, what made her feel strange was that the Seventh Prince's heart was still calming down.
Beat slowly.
Maybe,
This was the only reason why the imperial doctor concluded that the Seventh Prince did not die.
Frowning, Xiyue did one more thing, which was to put her long finger into the Seventh Prince's breath. None of the doctors dared to do so because they were afraid——
It was a troubled time at this time, and we still didn’t know who the monarch was. If we rashly rescued the Seventh Prince and offended the Crown Prince or King Jing, we would not be able to escape death.
Anger welled up in her chest, Xiyue smiled coldly.
When she retracted her long fingers, even she felt her legs shaking.
There is no breath in the seventh prince's breath, but his heart is beating slowly. Why is this?
"Miss Xiyue, how is the Seventh Prince doing?"
When Qu Mo asked urgently, the housekeeper led the maids in with tea. Everyone was sad and melancholy. The maids even served the tea with dull expressions. Xiyue looked at this scene and knew that Qi
The prince was well liked by his servants in the palace. Just when he was about to speak, Kaitian was at the side, with his hands folded across his chest, his face raised and looking slightly up the beam, and he said in a cold voice.
"What's so good about a dead person?"
The housekeeper and Qu Mo were shocked. The housekeeper immediately became very angry and glared at Kaitian. Kaitian snorted, Xiyue stretched out her hand to stop her and said with some choking.
"What he said... I'm afraid it's almost the same."
The movement of the heartbeat was too weird, and there was no breathing. He was not a dead person, so he stood up. Xiyue walked to the slaves who were kneeling on the ground and cried bitterly, and scolded them in a cold voice.
"Why are you crying so fast? Did I say he is dead?"
Everyone with tears on their faces immediately stopped and looked up at Xiyue one by one as if asking for help. Xiyue lowered her head and said nothing, pacing back and forth in the room. Finally, she grabbed a talisman, chanted the spell softly, and burned the talisman.
The talisman shadow then flew straight into the sky.
*
When Mo Qin fell from the sky, Xiyue was lying on the couch in the seventh prince's palace, holding her forehead with one hand and closing her eyes but not really asleep.
A strong wind hit, and the window was blown open with a bang. Xiyue's sharp eyes instantly raised, and she rushed to the window, only to see Mo Qin flying in gracefully, and directly in front of the seventh prince's bed.
Taking his pulse, Mo Qin's eyebrows suddenly furrowed.
"Senior brother."
——Mo Qin raised his palm with an unusually serious expression. After interrupting Xiyue, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the pulse of the Seventh Prince. Half an hour later, a long sigh overflowed from his red lips.
, the atmosphere suddenly stagnated——
"Your Majesty~~~"
The housekeeper led a group of close servants and knelt all over the floor with a plop. Suddenly the whole palace fell into a place of mourning and the sky was full of cries.