Long Qian, who was guarding the door, looked at Nie Qingqing who came out of the wing and blinked his eyes dully.
"Don't you need to see a doctor? How is the prince's condition?"
"My lord, I feel much better after drinking your brown sugar water. Just go in and wait on me." Nie Qingqing said and left.
Long Qian looked at the open door, bit his finger, and walked in.
Finally, she closed the door and turned towards the inner room.
The inner room is exactly the same as before, there is no festive atmosphere at all, and it is even a bit cold.
On the big bed not far away, Chu Dongling was lying quietly, looking like he was really asleep.
Long Qian tiptoed to the bed, carefully knelt down and sat down.
Through the mask, she could also see that his face looked much better than before.
Fortunately, his poison was not severe and her antidote began to take effect.
Long Qian sighed slightly and was about to stand up, but unexpectedly, his hand was held by someone.
"Don't go." The man's charming voice sounded.
Long Qian was stunned and didn't dare to move.
She looked back at him and whispered: "Your Majesty, I am Fatty. You have mistaken me for the wrong person."
"Why are you leaving?" The man's sexy thin lips raised slightly.
Long Qian looked into his eyes for a moment and found nothing unusual.
It seemed that he really fell asleep.
She still didn't dare to take her hand back, so she could only sit down by the bed silently.
"What if I don't leave? I can't help you."
Chu Dongling said nothing and still held her little hand tightly.
Seeing that he had no response, Long Qian moved his arm slightly.
"Don't go!" He increased the strength of his five fingers.
Long Qian could only compromise and stop struggling.
"I won't leave," she murmured.
If his breath hadn't been so steady, she would have thought he was just faking it.
It seemed that not only was he poisoned, but he also didn't sleep much last night.
Long Qian didn't know that Chu Dongling was busy with endless tasks every day, and she was worried that sooner or later he would fall down.
Once a strong man like him falls, the consequences will be disastrous.
"My lord, can you let me go? My feet are numb."
What does it mean to hold her hand all the time, not knowing that your bride is still waiting outside?
Long Qian didn't pity Ningxia, she was just worried that Ningxia would suddenly come in.
With Ning Xia's character and her status as Princess Ling, if she saw them holding hands, wouldn't she be tortured to death?
Chu Dongling said nothing and didn't let go.
Long Qian gently patted his numb legs, hugged his arm, and pulled his hand back.
"call!"
As soon as Long Qian stood up, she heard a fierce noise coming from outside.
"I want to see the prince, Nie Wuqing, if you dare to stop me again, I will die for you!"
"Your Majesty, he is really poisoned and is resting at the moment." Nie Qingqing explained in a low voice.
"Whether he is poisoned or not, let the doctor take a look and he will know. Get out of the way!"
In the main hall, the short knife in Ning Xia's hand was pressed against his neck.
"Nie Wuqing, if I die, you can't afford it, so get out of the way!"
After finally waiting until today, she thought she could marry into the mausoleum in a graceful manner, even if she was a concubine, it would be a good start.
Unexpectedly, she did not wait for the man she longed for, but was hurriedly led into the carriage by a servant.
Now everyone knows that King Ling did not greet her in person, nor did she and King Ling pay homage to him.
She is still the princess who walked into the mausoleum by herself, not the wife who was married by the prince. What does this mean?
"Nie Qingwu, if you don't get out of my way until I call three, don't blame me for being rude!"
