Yuan Qingling looked at him in surprise, "What do you mean?"
Yu Wenhao did not answer but asked, "Why do you think it was King Ji who did it?"
Yuan Qingling thought for a moment and said, "I guess it's intuitive."
Of course, she is not the kind of person who relies on intuition. She only inferred that it was Prince Ji based on her preliminary understanding of the current situation.
Yu Wenhao saw through it at a glance. "If the king doesn't believe in this method, just do it."
Yuan Qingling said calmly, "It's indeed intuition."
She was annoyed that she had talked too much just now. She didn't want to cause more trouble. After analyzing these things, it was true. It would not do her any good. Instead, it would make him think that she understood these things when he was in Jinghou Mansion.
A person who reads history books has a keen sense of the current situation. King Ji is the eldest son. He also has military exploits. The emperor appreciates him very much and has won over a group of courtiers. He is bound to win the position of prince.
As for the other princes, even if they have ambitions, it is impossible for them to help him get rid of Yu Wenhao based on Prince Ji's current power.
Because keeping Yu Wenhao is equivalent to setting up a barrier for Prince Ji to move towards the throne of the prince. Other princes will not necessarily like Yu Wenhao. But now the situation of seizing the direct descendant is not so fierce.
Yu Wenhao stopped asking, but was a little shocked in his heart. Yuan Qingling, a stupid woman, actually knew that it was Prince Ji.
It seems that the Jinghou Mansion has been discussing the current situation a lot.
Deep down in his heart, he hated Jinghou Mansion even more.
Yuan Qingling lay on the mat and slowly closed her eyes.
I've been really tired lately, and I feel like falling asleep whenever I get into bed.
However, there were many things lingering in her mind, which made her so tired that she couldn't even lift her eyelids, but she still couldn't fall asleep.
"Ugly girl!" his voice came from the bed.
Yuan Qingling turned her head away, not wanting to deal with such an rude person.
A pillow was thrown down and hit Yuan Qingling on the head.
Yuan Qingling held up her hands and stared at him with eyes that lacked energy, "What's wrong?"
"The king wants to relieve himself!"
Yuan Qingling got up, walked to the corner behind the screen and brought the chamber pot over.
"Call Tang Yang to come in." His eyes were dark. Sometimes he was smart, but he always acted stupidly at critical moments. He told her to relieve herself and asked her to call Tang Yang to take care of her. Who asked her to get the chamber pot?
Yuan Qingling put down the chamber pot, turned around and went out to call Tang Yang.
After Tang Yang went in for a while, he came out with a chamber pot and said to Yuan Qing, "Princess, you can go in now."
Yuan Qingling nodded and was about to go in when Tang Yang suddenly said, "Princess, wait a moment."
Yuan Qingling looked back at him, "What's the matter?"
Tang Yang walked into the courtyard and waved to Yuan Qingling with a very mysterious expression.
Yuan Qingling walked down suspiciously, "If anything happens, just do it."
Tang Yang lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty still has a wound that no one is allowed to treat. Just now...just now, my subordinates took a look and it seemed that it was red and pus-filled."
"There are still wounds? Why are they not allowed to be treated?" Yuan Qingling said in shock.
Are there any wounds? She has clearly taken care of them and has seen them before and after.
Apart from……
Her eyes slowly deepened and she looked at Tang Yang, "Isn't your reproductive... man's thing?"
Is this the case here?
Tang Yang is thirty-five years old this year. He was also a veteran of the battlefield in his early years. He also followed Yu Wenhao through life and death on the battlefield. He is considered a person who has seen strong winds and waves.
However, now this strong man's face suddenly turned red, and he sighed in his heart, could the princess be more tactful?
What kind of man's thing? Is the ancestral hall of the prince's descendants okay? The descendants' roots sound better.
"Is that so?" Yuan Qingling saw that he just stared blankly without saying anything, so she couldn't help but ask again.
"Tang Yang, what the hell are you talking about?" A roar came from inside. This roar almost overturned the tiles, and it was definitely beyond the physical strength of Yu Wenhao.
Tang Yang ran away carrying the chamber pot.
Yuan Qingling retracted her eyes blankly and walked back slowly.
Yu Wenhao's face was blue and red, like a palette, but the bridge of his nose was blue and white.
His eyes were burning with anger as he stared at Yuan Qingling with the same kind of anger that wanted to eat her alive.
"Um..." Yuan Qingling didn't know why he was so angry, "Tang Yang, you are still injured."
"He's talking nonsense!" Yu Wenhao said through gritted teeth.
The more Yuan Qing Ling looked at it, the more he felt that it didn't look like Tang Yang was a bastard, but instead looked like he was fighting to the death.
Yuan Qingling knew that some people would hide their illness and avoid medical treatment, so he said seriously, "You can't hide the injury from the doctor, otherwise, if other wounds are not treated well and lead to infection, high fever, it will be fatal."
"What does it have to do with you?" Yu Wenhao said viciously.
Yuan Qingling frowned, "So, your lower body is really injured? How could this hurt your lower body? Were you chopped while lying down?"
"The king is going to kill you!" Yu Wenhao roared again, wishing he could stand up and blast Yuan Qing Ling.
His face was also red, reaching behind his ears.
"If I want to kill you, I'll wait until you recover. Let me take a look now to see how serious the injury is."
"Look at your size."
"You can look at my head as you like. Tangyang is inflamed and has pus. Once infected, you will die."
"roll!"
"Get out of here right away."
Yu Wenhao gritted his teeth and said, "The king will not let you see it even if he dies."
Yuan Qingling sighed softly and lowered her eyelashes, "It seems that I have to enter the palace and ask the Supreme Emperor for a decree."
I was ordered to watch the chicken.
Yu Wenhao frowned, "Do you still know how to write the word shame?"
Yuan Qingling said nothing and looked at him.
"No need to stare, Wang Guo, I won't show it to you even if I die."
Disinfectant water, cotton balls, tweezers, and scrapers are all ready.
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "I opened it, don't be embarrassed, just think of me as an imperial doctor."
"Imperial doctor? What a beautiful idea you have!" Yu Wenhao's teeth were cold and he even threatened to give him some kind of anesthesia and wait until he fainted before seeing him again.
He didn't want to pass out. Who knew what she would do to him?
Gritting her teeth, she had no choice but to agree to take a look.
He turned his head to the inside of the bed and was so humiliated that she lifted the last fig leaf.
"Spread your legs further so you can't see clearly."
He swallowed his saliva, swallowed his anger, and opened his legs as instructed.
The air was very cold, the chill seeped into my skin, and the hairs all over my body stood up.
"You..." He felt touched by her hand and became furious, "Don't touch her hand."
"If I don't take it away, how can I see the wound? Oh my God, this wound is bone-shattering. If it goes even one inch further, you won't be able to save your descendants. Moreover, if you don't treat the wound, even if it is cured, it will also affect
Your male function.”
What the hell? "Just look at it."
"If the wound is not serious, I don't have to treat it. However, as Tang Yang said, your wound is inflamed and must be treated." Yuan Qing Ling said seriously.
"you……"
"Shut up, you will thank me later when you are the queen."
There was murderous intent in Yu Wenhao's eyes, and he had secretly sworn in his heart that when he recovered, Yuan Qingling would die miserably.