Yun Jingxi's face flashed with a hint of unbearability, and then she ordered the two little girls behind Zhu: "Help mother go back."
Yun Jingxi carried Yun Jingchu into the room. Bi Ling and Ning Bi followed behind as if they were lost, and kept asking: "Third Young Master, what's wrong with the lady? She's fine, right?"
"You guys go out." Yun Jingxi interrupted the two little girls' self-comfort words and said calmly while putting Yun Jingchu on the bed.
Bi Ling and Ning Bi looked at each other as if they were dumbfounded, and then slowly came to their senses. Despair slowly appeared on their faces, and then they quietly retreated under Yun Jingxi's somewhat cold gaze.
As soon as the two left, there were two more people in the room - Baili Wushang in white as snow and Wu Jiu in fluttering green clothes.
Baili Wushang lowered his head to look at Yun Jingchu, whose face was green and black, his handsome brows furrowed, and he looked at Wu Jiu behind him with a serious look on his face: "Can you really guarantee that Jingchu will be fine?"
Wu Jiu looked unkind and said, "Please don't question my medical skills!"
Baili Wushang's expression did not change at all, and his tone was cold: "It's best that Jingchu will be fine as you promised, otherwise, I won't spare you."
"Tch!" Wu Jiu snorted disdainfully and said nothing more.
That night, Dongfang Chen prepared a small coffin for the third prince and sent people to carry it out and bury it overnight.
The next day, news came that Yun Xiyao had gone crazy and was locked in a room by Dongfang Chen.
The next day, Wu Jiu suddenly appeared in the imperial study room wearing a blue robe and a golden mask. The young eunuch waiting next to him was so frightened that he shouted: "There is an assassin! Someone is coming, escort me!"
A group of guards rushed in. But Wu Jiu didn't look at these guards. He sat leisurely on a chair, got a cup of tea for himself, took a slow sip, and then said: "Call me here with great fanfare."
Treating the Third Prince shouldn't be like this."
Dongfang Chen looked startled, and then said with a little hesitation: "Are you..." After a pause, Dongfang Chen waved his hand, "You all go down."
The captain of the guard and An Fuhai looked at Wu Jiu with a little worry, and then looked at Dongfang Chen in embarrassment, trying to persuade: "Your Majesty..."
"Go down, don't you understand what I'm saying?" Dongfang Chen said sharply.
The captain of the guard and An Fuhai immediately silenced themselves and retreated quietly.
"Now, Mr. Wu Jiu, can you tell me how you came in here?" Dongfang Chen looked at Wu Jiu with a cold face and asked coldly.
Outsiders came in without saying a word to his imperial study room. As an emperor, he really felt insecure.
"This is my secret. Your Majesty, it's better not to pry. I want to be a free man who doesn't listen to anyone's orders. How can I do it without some skills?" Wu Jiu's voice had a hint of carelessness.
Dongfang Chen's eyes flashed slightly, and he decided not to dwell on this issue anymore, and then said with a hint of sadness: "Unfortunately, Mr. Wu Jiu came late, and the third prince has already... gone." When he said the last two words, Dongfang Chen
Choked a bit.
Wu Jiu was stunned for a moment, and then said with a little anxiety: "Where is the third prince? How long has he stopped breathing? Take me to see if he can be saved."
"What?!" Dongfang Chen's eyes widened in surprise, then his face turned pale, and he said with a hint of despair, "It's already buried."
Wu Jiu's expression also changed, and he was silent for a moment before saying: "...Hasn't anyone told you that I can live the dead with flesh and bones?"