"What did you say?! The Eighteenth Prince was infected with the plague?!" Dongfang Jing was startled, and looked at Dongmei in disbelief. Those who are more open in this palace should be able to understand that there is no plague at all in Yuhua Terrace! As for You Long Yuan, the Eighteenth Prince was born only a few days ago, and the group of killing thousands of knives can actually be cruel to a baby who is still in its infancy!
"It's probably true..." Because there was no anesthetic, Dongmei's wound was in pain, and she gasped without saying a word, "I'm afraid it's just a rumor, I took a look from a distance, and I did see the Eighteenth Prince. There are red rashes all over the face..."
"Heh!" Dongfang Jing sneered, her eyes filled with coldness. She didn't have much friendship with Le Pin, but she delivered the poor little man herself. Since she brought him into this world, she wouldn't allow others to bully him or assassinate him!
"Recently, has anyone approached You Longyuan?" Dongfang Jing frowned and asked.
"I didn't see it." Dongmei shook her head.
Dongfang Jing looked back, and coldly glanced at Zi Yan on the ground, the dagger in her hand gleamed coldly.
Zi Yan, who was already on the verge of death, saw the cold light and woke up suddenly. Seeing her approaching, she shook her head repeatedly, and kept moaning "Woooo" and "Hmmmm".
"It's not you?!" Dongfang Jing clenched her chin, her brows furrowed into a ball.
Zi Yan nodded frantically!
The feeling of being skinned and deboned is not good, Zi Yan has endured it once, even if it is death, she does not want to endure it again.
"Well, it's really not you." Dongfang Jing nodded thoughtfully, "You are a bad person, but your thoughts are not so careful. While thinking about wronging me for suffering from the plague, you also attack the eighteenth prince. I'm on my way... Zi Yan, you can't think of so much."
Zi Yan was humiliated, but she didn't dare to contradict her, she could only silently lay down on the ground.
Dongmei frowned, "Master, it's not Ziyan, who is that?"
"Shen Zhaoyu just moved to Sudiexuan, and some people have lost their temper and want to clear the harem and fight for sovereignty!" Dongfang Jing's face turned cold.
"Master, you mean... it's Jinxiu Palace?!" Dongmei's heart trembled.
"Borrowing a knife to kill." Dongfang Jing's voice turned cold, "Once something happens to the Eighteenth Prince, even if His Majesty doesn't show up, Concubine Le will definitely fight with me to the death. Both Rong Pingting and Rong Xinruo know my methods. If I go head-to-head, I'm afraid both sides will be hurt! Both sides will be hurt... Isn't this what Rong Pingting wants to see the most?!"
Dongmei suddenly realized, then frowned, and asked, "Then master, what should we do now?"
"What should I do..." Dongfang Jing knocked on the table with her backhand, her eyes narrowed into a line, and the bottom of her eyes flashed.
Before she could raise her head, a beam of bright purple fireworks shot straight into the sky from the window and exploded in the sky above Yuhua Terrace.
"It's Brother Rong!"
"It's the young master!"
Dongfang Jing and Dongmei almost spoke in unison.
"Ziyan's fireworks are the good news." Dongmei's eyes flashed with surprise, "Master, it seems we still have a way out!"
"Brother Rong has entered the palace!" Dongfang Jing's eyes moved slightly. Since it was someone from the Rong family who attacked her, according to Rong Yin's ability, he could easily solve it. But she must deal with the matter of Yuhuatai before Emperor Ning arrives!
Thinking of this, Dongfang Jing suddenly stood up straight, looked sideways at Dongmei, and said in a deep voice, "Dongmei, help me."