She crept forward and stood in front of the Emperor's bed.
In just two days, the man lost weight again. His sallow complexion, cyanotic lips, and messy and vicious eyebrows were his only signs of dignity.
This was the most powerful man in the Northern Tang Kingdom.
Now I can't even control my own life or death.
Yuan Qingling put her hand on his chest, feeling the slow beating of his heart, and his breathing was a little messy.
"How is it?" Prince Rui thought she was auscultating and came over to ask.
Yuan Qingling shook her head, "It's not clear yet."
Prince Rui's eyes were obviously disappointed.
Emperor Ming Yuan looked at the imperial doctor who was testing the medicine as usual.
The imperial doctor breathed a sigh of relief and came over to report: "Your Majesty, it's cinnabar mixed with wisteria poison."
"Is it difficult to explain?" Prince Rui asked.
"It's not difficult. If you know what kind of poison it is, you can prescribe the right medicine. The antidote soup that you used before is ineffective against cinnabar and wisteria poison. You have to change the prescription." said the imperial doctor.
Since the imperial doctor could detoxify, Yuan Qingling would have nothing to worry about. Emperor Ming Yuan sent her back to take care of Yu Wenhao.
When he was leaving, Emperor Ming Yuan looked at her and said, "You will stay in the palace to have dinner with me tonight."
Yuan Qingling didn't know that this was a great gift. She just thought it was a normal meal. After all, they were a family, so she agreed and left.
Prince Rui saw how unfazed she was and couldn't help but appreciate her a little more.
Yuan Qingling was actually still thinking about this thing, which was the origin of Yu Wenhao's descendants.
His wound was just stitched, so he didn't know if the stitches would burst. After all, the journey into the palace was quite bumpy and he had to walk hundreds of steps. The wound was close to the egg, and the pain would drive people crazy when it was pulled.
This guy's pain tolerance is top notch.
There were too many people in the palace before and the situation was critical, so she had no time to take care of them. Now Tang Yang and Xu Yi should be the only ones taking care of them, so it doesn't matter.
Entering the side hall, Xu Yi and Tang Yang were indeed guarding him. Seeing Yuan Qing Ling return, Tang Yang quickly asked: "Princess, how is the situation of the Supreme Emperor?"
Yuan Qingling glanced at Yu Wenhao, and Yu Wenhao also looked sideways at her, with the same questioning intention in his eyes.
"We have found a cure." Yuan Qing Ling said.
Yu Wenhao was obviously relieved, and his head and shoulders sank.
The side hall was not a good place to talk, so everyone just said a few words of thanks and stopped discussing.
Yuan Qingling said to Xu Yi and Tang Yang: "You go out first, and I will check the wound again for the prince."
Yu Wenhao immediately stared at Yuan Qingling with wide eyes, "The wound is fine, there is no need to look at it."
"Watch it!" Yuan Qingling said meaningfully.
Tang Yang pulled Xu Yi out knowingly, and finally said: "The humble post is outside. If you need anything, please call me."
Yu Wenhao's face turned dark. What was he shouting? He is not a girl.
Over there, Yuan Qingling had already opened the medicine box and was preparing to give him anti-inflammatory and analgesic injections. Yu Wenhao was actually resisting the injection. It was scary to see something unknown flowing into his body.
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But what was even more terrifying was seeing Yuan Qingling’s deep, mocking eyes and hearing her say: “Spread your legs!”
A word of greeting to the eighteenth generation of Yuan Qing's ancestors floated out from the hall.
Yuan Qingling actually wanted to give Yu Wenhao some knowledge on how to be a good person. When the situation is weaker than others and does not violate the principles, it is best not to resist and obey everything. This can improve the efficiency of the other party and save yourself from suffering.
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The assassin had committed suicide by biting the poison, so the matter could only be left alone. He could not clear himself of the suspicion of a cruel plot.