"What about now, has the remaining poison been eliminated? Can he still be saved?" Su Yueming asked in a tight voice.
"Yu Du, Yu Du is not completely clear yet, we..."
Su Yueming stood up, pointed at the doctor kneeling on the ground, and said sternly——
"The prince has given an order to ensure that Prince Zhou is safe. It seems to me that you and a bunch of quack doctors missed Prince Zhou!"
She exuded a powerful majesty, and she was about to become the princess of the North Campus. The doctors were all so frightened that they fell to the ground——
"I've been doing my best in this humble position. Please keep an eye on it, Princess."
"No matter what, I must ensure that Prince Zhou is safe, otherwise, I will ask you to be buried with him." Her voice was like ice in winter, making people feel a bone-chilling chill.
Some of the doctors stayed in front of the bed to pay attention to the prince's condition, and some were preparing medicines. After the medicines were prepared, servants would take the medicinal materials to fry them.
Su Yueming never left the bed, staying sleepless in front of the bed, wiping the sweat on his forehead with a warm towel, and changing his clothes herself.
Her eyes were so focused that from beginning to end, she only had eyes for the prince in front of her.
*
Murong Canghai was sitting on the chair in the study room, looking straight ahead, holding the official document to be approved in his hand, but the brush was placed aside, untouched. The ink on the brush unknowingly stained the white rice paper.
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His eyes narrowed slightly, and the veins on the back of his clenched hands were faintly bulging.
"Your Majesty..." At this time, Qingling opened the study door and walked in, bowing and standing in front of him.
Murong Canghai withdrew his gaze and asked in a deep voice, "How?"
Qingling said, "The general has grasped the exact clues. The Seventh Prince of Zhou Dynasty, Xuanyuan Qilin, who escaped from confinement, has indeed come to Daqin."
Murong Canghai put down the official document in his hand and said with a cold expression, "It seems that he is here for Xuanyuan Qihuang (Prince Zhou)."
Qingling nodded and said, "The general is worried that he will take advantage of the prince's wedding to cause trouble and steal Prince Zhou. The general is bold and wants to persuade the prince that it is better to kill the prince to avoid long nights and dreams."
Murong Canghai pondered deeply and said, "I have promised her that I will protect his life and send him back to Dazhou."
Qingling sighed softly and asked what love was in the world. The King of Beiyuan, who had always been cold and inhumane, conquered the world of the Central Plains with his iron cavalry and became famous far and wide, but he could never get around a promise to a woman.
"Yes, I understand."
"You keep an eye on Xuanyuan Qilin secretly, and be careful not to alert the enemy. I want to see what tricks he can use." The corners of Murong Canghai's lengmei lips rose slightly, and a sarcastic smile flashed across his face.
"Yes." Qingling accepted the order and walked out.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Before Qingling had gone far, Dr. Lin came over at a trot, hunched over and wiping his sweat.
"What's the matter?" Murong Canghai frowned slightly and asked.
"The prince lost a lot of blood that week, and the princess insisted on feeding him with her own blood. No matter how many of the humble ministers tried to persuade him, there was nothing he could do. The humble minister had no choice but to boldly come to the prince..."
"..." Before Dr. Lin could finish speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him.
He raised his head blankly, and there was no trace of Murong Canghai. Only a writing brush and a pile of official documents fell in front of him.