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Chapter 11 The Emperor is seriously ill

She already had the feeling that she couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy, and tremblingly pushed the medicine box back to the bottom of the bed. However, the moment the medicine box entered the bottom of the bed, it disappeared.

She didn't dare to breathe for three seconds. She reached out and touched the bottom of the bed, and there was indeed nothing there.

Trembling, she slowly crawled back onto the bed, breathing heavily.

What happened recently exceeded her cognitive scope. Neither her professional nor non-professional knowledge could give her an answer. Humans have a fear of unknown things, and she really felt scared.

The door was pushed open with a bang. Before Yuan Qingling could raise his head to look, he felt a cold air filling his surroundings. He only felt a pain in his scalp, and he was thrown from the bed to the ground.

"Are you pretending to be dead for the king? You can either die right away. Or, get up and change your clothes and follow the king into the palace." A cold voice cracked the top of her head, and she was roughly thrown over. Her back was thrown to the ground. It hurt.

Her whole body was shaking, and before she could take a breath, her chin was clamped by iron hands with such force that it almost crushed her chin.

Her painful eyes collided with his furious eyes, her face was cold and violent, and more of it contained contempt and hatred that could not be concealed, "The king warns you, don't play any more tricks, or talk nonsense in front of the Queen Mother."

, the king wants your life.”

Yuan Qing was extremely hurt and angry. Is human life so worthless in their eyes? She was already so seriously injured that they were still unwilling to let her go.

She used all her strength to grab his hair, pull it down, push herself up on her knees, and hit his face hard with her head. This move was intended to be the final blow to both of them.

King Chu Yu Wenhao didn't expect that she would dare to fight back, and hit him with her head. He didn't dodge for a moment, and the impact made his eyes black and he was dizzy for a moment.

Yuan Qingling almost fainted, but she gritted her teeth and held on for a breath. Before he came back to his senses, she knelt on the back of his hands, blood dripping from her mouth on his face, and her long hair hung down, as if she was crazy with lust.

He said, "You can kill someone with just a nod, so why should you go too far to bully others?"

A slap fell on her face.

She tilted her head and her vision went dark. In the blur, she could only hear her grandma walking in quickly, "Your Majesty, please have mercy!"

The prince showed no mercy and slapped her again. After he was furious, he saw the blood on Yuan Qingling's back and said coldly, "Treat her wound, change her clothes, tie the wound tightly, and give her a bowl of purple gold soup to hold her up for half a day."

Yuan Qingling saw his black brocade boots embroidered with gold thread moving away from her sight step by step, and she slowly let go of her hard-fought breath.

Her mother-in-law and Luya stepped forward to help her. Neither of them said anything. They helped her lie down on the bed and cut off her clothes. They both gasped.

Lu Ya said with a cry, "Thirty big boards, they are really merciless, they really beat me."

"Hurry and get hot water, medicinal powder, and make purple gold soup!" His grandma ordered calmly.

Yuan Qingling's whole body ached, especially when she cut open her clothes and gently tore off the sticky underwear, her whole body was shaking. However, she didn't say a word, her throat seemed to be burning, and she didn't say a word.

Come.

She endured the whole process of washing the wound, scraping the blood, and applying the powder in silence, like she was having a nightmare, and she would be fine when she woke up.

She heard Lu Ya ask, "Mommy, do you really want to go to Zijin Tang?"

"Come in, if you don't go in, I'm afraid you won't be able to save your life." After finishing, the grandmother sighed.

"But this purple gold soup..."

"Don't talk nonsense, help the princess up quickly."

Yuan Qing Ling was lifted up like a ball of broken cotton wool, and warm liquid flowed into her mouth. It was very bitter, and she almost lost the ability to swallow.

"Drink, Princess, just drink it and you'll be fine." Her nanny whispered in her ear.

Yuan Qingling was eager to get rid of this pain and drank it in one breath.


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