Sure enough, Chu Mingcui's face darkened when he saw the Emperor.
Chu Mingcui was relieved. Although the Supreme Emperor loved the King of Chu, it was because of this favor that Yuan Qingling stayed in the palace to attend to the sickness. Unfortunately, Yuan Qingling was a self-righteous idiot and could not bear much use.
Seeing that the Taishanghuang's face was not good, the imperial doctor quickly turned around to go out with the medicine.
The Taishang emperor said angrily, "Don't hurry up and bring the medicine? Didn't you hear Princess Chu say that you want to drink the medicine?"
Everyone was startled and looked at Yuan Qingling one after another.
Especially Chu Mingcui, his face suddenly changed, and he couldn't believe his ears.
Yuan Qingling lowered her head. She really didn't want to say this. However, if Taishang didn't take medicine, she would get better, which is suspicious.
Emperor Ming Yuan looked happy, "Don't you come back quickly?"
From last night to now, Emperor Ming Yuan finally took a straight look at Yuan Qingling, and with approval.
The emperor drank the medicine in one breath, showing that he was really afraid of hardships. After drinking the medicine, his faces were piled up together. The queen mother hurriedly handed him candied fruit to make a face look better.
Yu Wenhao glanced at Yuan Qingling with a complicated look. This situation did not relieve him, but only made him more worried. The emperor's grandfather actually listened to her. Will her conspiracy have succeeded
The emperor drank the medicine, and the queen mother was also very happy. He greeted Yuan Qingling to come over and praised a few words. Even the reticent Prince Rui praised Yuan Qingling.
Although the queen was also smiling, her smile was very heavy. It seemed that Ming Cui's worries were not unreasonable.
Emperor Ming Yuan put down the government and came here to take care of him. Although the Supreme Emperor was getting better, he was still worried. After all, yesterday the entire imperial hospital said that the Supreme Emperor was nearly exhausted.
However, the Supreme Emperor obviously did not want them to serve him, and told both Emperor Ming Yuan and Prince Rui to go back.
Before leaving this time, Emperor Yuan Yuan Ling said to Yuan Qing: "Take advantage of the large number of people in the daytime, you go to sleep first."
"Yes!" Yuan Qing Ling Fushen.
She went out to the outer hall and was about to sleep, but Father Chang came and told her that she had been arranged to take a rest in Xi Nuan Pavilion, and ordered the maid to take a change of clothes, as well as wound medicine, and prepare hot water.
Yuan Qingling was a little surprised.
Grandpa Chang said indifferently: "As ordered by the emperor, grandma will come over to give you medicine in a while, and grandma has been serving the emperor for many years and won't talk too much, and the princess can rest assured."
Although Father Chang's attitude was still average, Yuan Qingling felt like she wanted to cry.
After going to the Xi Nuan Pavilion, the maid came in with hot water after a while, followed by a mother in gray clothes, about fifty years old, holding a capable snail bun, her eyebrows and the corners of her mouth drooping. It looks very majestic.
"Hi Madam!" Yuan Qingling saw the ceremony, and the person next to the Supreme Emperor was half the master.
"You go out!" Happy Mother said to the court lady beside her.
"Yes!" The palace lady Fushen retreated.
The happy mother said nothing to Yuan Qing, "The old slave waits for the princess to undress."
As she said, she took out several bottles of powder from her sleeve and placed them on the edge of Luohan's bed.
The patient had no dignity, and Yuan Qingling let her take off her clothes and lay on the bed.
Hearing that, the happy mother took a breath.
Hearing the sound of the scissors, the happy mother was cutting the cloth that bound her wound. The pain came from her heart, and she couldn't help holding her fists.
"If the princess can't help it, just bite on the quilt." The happy mother's voice carried a trace of sadness and pity.
"Yeah!" Yuan Qingling bit her hand.
It hurts, it hurts, I have never suffered such a sharp tear in my life.
The tears of grievance and pain overflowed.
The door was quickly pushed open, and someone walked quickly.
Yuan Qingling was startled, and she knew who it was when she heard the footsteps. She pulled up the bedding to cover her body, but Mother Xi pressed her hand and said indifferently: "It's King Chu, don't move!"
It was the king of Chu who came to cover it!
Yu Wenhao didn't expect Mother Xi to be here. He really couldn't bear it. He wanted to ask for more information, but just happened to see Mother Xi heal her.
The anger and doubts filled his throat suddenly choked on his throat.
Touching her wound, his eyes sank.
The back, thighs, buttocks, wherever the cloth strips are cut, are bloody and bloody.
Her injury has never been dealt with.
Yuan Qingling could have held back the tears, but, being stared at him naked like this, the embarrassment was more unbearable than the pain, and she cried silently.
One drop, one drop, she bit the back of her hand firmly, did not dare to cry, but she couldn't help twitching her shoulders.
Yu Wenhao’s anger slowly dissipated. At this time, what she was thinking about was not what she planned for him in the princess mansion, but thinking of what she said yesterday under the anger of the side hall, and that seemed to be forced to him. At the end, the madness that had to fight back.
The fierceness at that time was in sharp contrast with the fragile crying of today.
The happy mother finished cutting the cloth strips, and said to the king of Chu faintly: "The troubled prince hand over a hot towel."
Yu Wenhao turned his head and saw a basin of hot water next to him. He took a towel and dipped it into the water, twisted it dry, and handed it over.
"Wipe!" Happy Mother said.
Yu Wenhao didn't move, and frowned. The wound was almost impossible to start, and most importantly, he didn't want to touch this woman.
The happy mother sighed, and took it over, "Human soul, prince!"
Yu Wenhao was brought up by a mother, so she didn't dare to argue, but his face was green and red.
The towel was gently wiped, Yuan Qingling trembled all over, swallowing in her throat, this sound was more pitiful than crying.
"How did you get through this injury? One night this day." Happy mother sighed, and looked up at Yu Wenhao. "You don't wash the wound, you can always apply powdered medicine?"
Yu Wenhao took the powdered medicine and sprinkled it on Yuan Qingling's large wound. The skin and flesh were still moist, but after the powdered powder, it looked much drier.
However, the entire wound was stained with white powder, making it even more mottled and terrifying.
Yuan Qingling began to cough, and this cough could hardly stop. The cough made her whole body arched, and her cough made her tears come out. In the panic, she did not forget to cover her chest with clothes, embarrassed and pitiful.
A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.
The blood was sprinkled on the plain white pillow, like a large blooming red peony.
Happy Mother's face changed, she looked up at Yu Wenhao, "You..."
At the end of the words, this is the child she loves, and she is reluctant to scold him, but shook her head, "Suffer, which princess is going to suffer such a crime? What heinous crime was committed?"
"I'm dying, am I?" Yuan Qingling knew it was because of the Zijin soup. She didn't know what it was. However, the repeated vomiting of blood was probably because of the Zijin soup. His mother and Lu Ya fed her at the time. When she ate it, she could see that the purple gold soup was poisonous.
She grabbed Yu Wenhao's sleeves, her pale face slightly raised, and there was a trace of redness at the corners of her mouth. With such force, she grinned with pain. She looked at Yu Wenhao, her eyes were almost crazy and determined, "I beg you. Before I die, if I divorce me, I won't be the Princess Chu in my death."