Long Qimu has a lot of kindness in his heart, and he has a deep brotherly love. He is the most loyal person among the brothers. Even if he chose to side with Long Qijin in the end, he has let Long Qi go many times.
Jin's arch-rival Long Qihao, which almost made Long Qijin doubt Long Qimu's loyalty.
Such a person who cares about his brothers and sisters is definitely not someone who can compete for the throne in a utilitarian way.
As for the Sixth Prince Long Qihao, he is not a person who can be approached easily, and he is cold and suspicious by nature, making it difficult to get in touch with him. Dongfang Lian does not think she can control such a person.
The eighth prince Long Qisheng is a hybrid demon king. Let’s not talk about his problems with her. Although he is not as stupid as he appears, he is still too immature and is not Long Qijin’s opponent at all.
So after much deliberation, Dongfang Lian had no choice but to place all his bets on Long Jingkuang.
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Huang Chaoxuan's living room was divided into several floors, and each floor was guarded by guards. The further inside he walked, the clearer the faint coughing sound became.
Zhui Feng went in first to report, and soon Dongfang Lian was brought in.
She saw a large bright yellow bed. This bright yellow color was usually only used by emperors, but Long Jingkuang had such a bed. It seemed that it was allowed.
The gauze around the big bed fell, and the figure of the person lying on the bed could not be seen clearly. But the almost tearing coughs, and the painful sounds that were suppressed but still overflowed... made Dongfang Lian listen.
You have to frown.
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Long Jingkuang knew that Dongfang Lian was coming, so he waved his hand, and Zhuyue, who was standing by the bed, raised the gauze curtain.
Dongfang Lian looked at the man on the bed...
Long Jingkuang's black hair was hanging down, and his face was abnormally flushed and sickly pale.
He was obviously much more haggard than the last time I saw him, but it didn't detract from his handsomeness.
Even when he was ill, his abnormal red color had a bewildering and eerie quality.
Long Jingkuang put his hand on his heart and pressed something hard. It seemed that the heart was in pain... His expression was painful and a bit ferocious...
Dongfang Lian stood still in front of his bed and met his eyes.
"How dare you not be polite when you see His Highness Prince Jing?"
Zhuyue was already shouting from the side.
She is an impatient girl, and she also cares a lot about whether others respect her master.
Because although Long Jingkuang has a noble status, he does not often walk between the government and the public. If he goes out, if he does not reveal his identity, almost no one will recognize him as King Jing.
He has such a good background, but he has been dragged down by his body that has been poisoned since childhood. Month by month he has been feeling unworthy of Long Jingkuang.
"Moon by month, step back."
Seeing Zhuyue's attitude towards Dongfang Lian, Long Jingkuang frowned a little unhappy.
"Your Highness?"
Although Zhuyue didn't comply, he glanced at Long Jingkuang, who frowned, and knew that he couldn't disobey his master's order.
So Zhuyue had no choice but to retreat reluctantly.
"Your Highness Prince Jing, would you like me to take your pulse?"
Dongfang Lian took a step forward, believing that Zhui Feng had informed Long Jingkuang of her intention.
"Okay. Sorry to trouble you."
Long Jingkuang stretched out one of his hands and covered his mouth with the other hand to cough several times.
While taking his pulse, Dongfang Lian asked, "May I ask when His Highness King Jing became ill? What were the symptoms when the disease occurred?"
"It hurts, it hurts... This disease has been present since my mother's womb. The imperial doctor has diagnosed me and found that it is a strange poison that has no cure."