Anyway, of the four young masters in the mansion, Shen Jinzhao has a better temper. Recently, Su Yu has also become much better. He no longer has the indifferent aura that repelled people thousands of miles away.
With Qingluo filled with anxiety, Ji Yanchen finally walked into Fengan Hall.
This is the countless times Ji Yanchen has stepped into Yin Luzhu's inner hall, but for some reason, the furnishings here are different from before.
The smoke of sandalwood in the furnace keeps rising.
The screen standing not far away, with the golden embroidery attached to it, reflects a dazzling light.
Hanging on the other side is a domineering portrait of a unicorn, with its teeth and claws spread out as if it is about to fly down. On the west wall is a landscape of horses and animals, with soft and gentle brushstrokes that are almost protruding from the silk surface.
A flash of surprise flashed in Ji Yanchen's eyes. Didn't he like pictures of beautiful women the most?
When he came to the bed, he saw Yin Luzhu's pale face and thin sweat on his head.
He was slightly startled.
Are you really sick?
Without thinking much, his fingertips gently touched her pulse.
This pulse is a long time.
Qing Luo stood anxiously on one side, watching Ji Yanchen frowning sometimes, sometimes confused, and checking her pulse repeatedly. She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
"Mr. Ji, what happened to the prince?"
Ji Yanchen's brows furrowed even more tightly as he took his pulse repeatedly, his expression solemn and solemn.
Qingluo couldn't help but feel a little weak in her legs.
Whenever Mr. Ji shows this look, it means... there is no hope.
Just as Qing Luo was about to step forward, she saw Ji Yanchen put down Yin Luzhu's hand.
He looked up at her with a look of confusion on his face, "That shouldn't be the case. How could the prince have irregular menstruation?"
"..."
As Ji Yanchen finished speaking, there was a strange silence in the hall.
Qingluo's hand holding the sword tightened.
She looked at Ji Yanchen with some embarrassment.
The prince has said that once anyone suspects the identity of the prince's daughter, they must be eradicated, otherwise it will bring disaster to the entire Chuxiang Palace.
But now...
Even though Mr. Ji doubted his own medical skills, he never doubted the prince's daughter's identity, but she didn't know what to do for a while?
Qing Luo clenched her sword tightly and asked tentatively: "Is there a possibility? The prince is born as a girl?"
Hearing this, Ji Yanchen's lips revealed a contemptuous smile.
"Miss Qingluo has never seen a woman from a family who is like the prince, raising a family, racing horses and fighting cocks, lingering in the land of fireworks, traveling with dirty and despicable people."
"Even if you are like this, you have never been like this, right?"
"..." Qingluo felt a little uncomfortable in her heart when she heard Ji Yanchen's words.
What does ‘that’s just you’ mean?
How is she?
Qing Luo pursed her lips, deciding on this matter after the prince wakes up.
"You'd better give the prince pain relief first."
Ji Yanchen nodded.
He took out the silver needle and started to take off Yin Luzhu's clothes.
Qing Luo's pupils shrank suddenly, and she suppressed her instinctive impulse. She said: "Mr. Ji took off my eldest son's clothes. With her temperament, I'm afraid he will be responsible when she wakes up."
"..." Ji Yanchen's hand fell to her collar and paused.
He hesitated for a moment and silently took his hand back.
He felt that Qing Luo was right, this Yin Luzhu had always been shameless.
So, he took out a pill from the bottle and stuffed it into Yin Luzhu's mouth very roughly, "This is a painkiller."
"As for the prince's illness, I will study it when I go back."