Emperor Ji subconsciously wanted to retreat, but in the end, he let her go.
Anyway, these legs have completely lost all feeling and are completely useless.
"In that disaster, it wasn't just these legs that were injured?" After Madam Butterfly retracted her hand, he patted the armrest of the wheelchair and stepped back a few steps away.
If it weren't for the fact that there were very few ancient people left in this world, he would not have allowed her to touch him.
What's more, many people don't know that Madam Butterfly is a doctor with outstanding medical skills. The reason why he didn't avoid her just now was because he still had some thoughts in his heart.
But after seeing the look in her eyes, Di Ji knew clearly that there was no chance of her legs getting better.
"Have you been secretly exercising these legs for so many years?" Seeing his serious expression, Madam Butterfly smiled happily.
"That's right. How could Prince Ji be so prosperous and high-spirited back then that he would be willing to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?"
"I want to cure it, not for the so-called glory!" Di Ji's eyes were filled with anger.
"Is that for revenge?" Madam Butterfly looked at him, but her face suddenly darkened. "But Prince Ji, what are you doing now?"
"You let a woman who can threaten Ah Jiu stay with Ah Jiu. Even though you knew that this woman's blood could save Ah Jiu, you took her away?"
Her cold eyes were fixed on his face, and her voice froze into frost in an instant.
"Are you doing this to avenge the Emperor's family, or do you want to destroy the Emperor's family?"
Di Ji's heart trembled violently, because Madam Butterfly's words made him crazy and tangled in an instant.
Madame Butterfly seemed to notice his contradiction, and her expression finally softened, but her eyes were still serious and cold.
"I know you don't want to see Ah Jiu suffer, and I also know that you are devoted to Emperor Ji. Although we haven't seen each other for nearly twenty years, the way you look now must be the price of worrying about it for nearly twenty years."
She returned to the chair and sat down, looking at the slightly older man not far away.
In fact, he is only fifty years old. For someone who is so good at practicing kung fu, fifty is really not that old.
How many people have such profound skills like him that they live like heroes, but they still look like they are in their early thirties.
But what about him? Although his martial arts skills are so powerful, he is always so inconspicuous. He even consciously wants to live a low-key life and not attract attention.
Back then, he was a great general! Now, he is a "passer-by" who is hard to find among the crowd on the road.
Could it be that he is really willing?
If it wasn't for Emperor Ji, why would he do this?
"But what you are doing now is harming the Emperor's family." Madam Butterfly's voice sounded much gentler than before.
She stared at his gloomy face and said softly: "Prince Ji, give Feng Jiu'er to me. I promise that I can give you a healthy and safe Ajiu."
"If something happens to her, Wuya will never be happy for the rest of his life."
Wu Ya's concern for Feng Jiu'er has completely exceeded everyone's expectations. He would even risk his life for Feng Jiu'er!
Such boundlessness has never been seen before after all the years of cultivating him.
If something happens to Feng Jiu'er, I'm afraid Wuya will live like a zombie for the rest of his life. Even if he is still alive, he is already a man without flesh and blood.
"Prince Ji, when did you become such a mother-in-law?" Madam Butterfly smiled lightly, not caring at all.
"Even if Ah Jiu doesn't need that girl's blood to remove the poison now, just because Ah Jiu was so injured and almost died because of that woman before, this is enough for you to make a decision. You can't let Feng Jiu'er
Stay with Ah Jiu."
"If you keep her with Ah Jiu, she will become Ah Jiu's fatal weakness. If Ah Jiu can hurt her once, he can hurt her a second time, a third time..."
She took the tea brought by Hu Shuang and took a sip, but found that this fine tea was still bland and tasteless.
In the end, it was thrown away casually.
"Prince Ji, can you guarantee that Ah Jiu will survive every time he is injured because of Feng Jiu'er?"
Di Ji didn't say anything because he couldn't guarantee it!
Madam Butterfly suddenly stood up, and the soft voice came closer and closer to her ears.
"Prince Ji, if you can't protect Ah Jiu, how will you be able to face the ancestors of the imperial family in the future?"
"Now, Ah Jiu is in a catastrophic situation and may die of poison at any time. However, there is a clear way in front of him, which can make Ah Jiu recover quickly."
"As long as you leave Feng Jiu'er to me, I guarantee that Ah Jiu will get better soon and he will live safely. In the future, he will find his enemies and avenge the emperor's family."
"Prince Ji, please give Feng Jiuer to me, okay?"
The man in the side hall seemed to be still immersed in his own thoughts. He didn't even notice that Madam Butterfly and Hu Shuang had left the side hall.
Hu Shuang didn't say anything along the way, and Madam's psychedelic skills improved again. Unexpectedly, even a master with profound inner power like Di Ji was bewitched by her.
But it seems that the most important thing is Di Ji's own entanglement on this matter.
In fact, he didn't want to see anything happen to Lord Ninth Prince. What's more, what was Feng Jiu'er to him? A dispensable person.
Compared to the Ninth Prince, Feng Jiu'er can't even compare with a hair of the Ninth Prince. Which one is more important and which one should be chosen, Di Ji knows better than anyone in his heart.
The two of them came to the door of the guest room. Except for the absence of Qiao Mu who was leaving the hall to send news, Long Eleven and Long Twelve always stood outside the door and never left.
"Do you know that only Feng Jiuer's blood can save your prince?"
Madam Butterfly looked at the two of them and raised her thin lips: "If you stop me, Ah Jiu will die of poison. Don't you all want to see your prince again?"
Long Shiyi and Long Twelve were shocked, and their ears seemed to be haunted by these words. Only Feng Jiuer could save the Ninth Prince, and they must keep the Ninth Prince safe and sound!
Gradually, those two eyes became chaotic in an instant.
How could Long Eleven and Long Twelve resist the psychedelic technique that even Emperor Ji couldn't withstand? After all, they were just two young men, and their martial arts skills were far behind those of Emperor Ji.
Hu Shuang pushed the door open. Inside, Leng Yue was guarding the door.
She looked at Feng Jiu'er who was sleeping on the bed. Her face was not pretty at all, and there was even a bit of strong hatred flashing under her eyes.
When she heard the door open, Leng Yue didn't even look back and said calmly: "There is no need to use psychedelic magic on me. I am more eager than you to see the Lord get better. However, if you do this, the Lord will
