Dongfang Jing sneered, "It's not up to some people in my Prince Gong's Mansion to pick and choose. If they want to cooperate, they will cooperate. If they don't want to cooperate, they will turn their heads and deny anyone."
"What does master mean?" Dongmei raised her eyebrows.
"Pull her into the water!" Dongfang Jing's eyes turned hard, "Ask her if she still wants to kill the Eighteenth Prince!"
Dongmei was slightly taken aback, and immediately understood what Dongfang Jing meant.
Those eighteen princes were used by Concubine Le to break Shen Zhaoyu's Baiyan game, even though they helped Concubine Le win a game, they were really poisoned by Bai Yan. Although the dosage is small, it only hurts the skin, but this kind of poison can be large or small, the key is to see how to treat it.
His Majesty sent three imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital to treat the Eighteenth Prince himself, but Shen Zhaoyu has a deep foundation in the palace. Who knows how many people are hiding in the Imperial Hospital? !
Whether or not the Eighteenth Prince recovered in the end, the people from Prince Gong's Mansion had to go out and check for himself.
Otherwise, as the biological mother of the Eighteenth Prince, that Le Concubine couldn't feel at ease!
For the safety of the Eighteenth Prince, even if Concubine Le doesn't want to cooperate with Prince Gong's Mansion right now, she has no choice!
Dongmei raised her eyebrows, "I'm going to enter the palace right now, slave."
Dongfang Jing glanced sideways at the brightly lit study room, raised her hand to stop her, "No, pass the letter to Brother Rong. The less noise about this matter, the better."
Dongmei's expression was shocked, "Master, you have to keep this matter from my aunt? This matter can be big or small, just in case..."
"No chance!" Dongfang Jing glanced back at Dongmei, blocking her words, "Besides, Dongmei, have you forgotten what happened at Yuhuatai back then? That person was never the fourth brother."
Speaking of Yuhuatai, Dongmei's unhealed arm was still aching, and she quickly fell silent.
"Your servant understands." She nodded towards Dongfang Jing, and then walked out of the room.
Dongfang Jing took a sip of her tea and kept her eyes fixed on the direction of the study.
Murong Qianjue's nature is not bad, tell him about other things, maybe he can help her a little bit.
But this matter is related to Qiuchanyuan, it is related to A Cen, it is related to all kinds of things in the past... Dongfang Jing pondered, maybe she could uncover the secret of Wuyou's split personality from it! Murong Qianjue must not get involved in anything related to worry-free!
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study.
Murong Qianjue changed out of his soaked clothes, staring in a daze at the pile of dark clothes that Liu Feng brought in.
He hated such a deep gray color at first, but recently...inexplicably, he doesn't hate it so much, and even...wanted to try it on, to try Zongzheng Fusu's mentality when wearing this kind of clothes.
Just at this time, Liu Feng knocked on the door.
"Come in." Murong Qianjue suppressed the smile on his face and took a deep breath.
Liu Feng frowned and glanced at him, seeing that he was still undressed, he couldn't help nagging, "Master, you have not recovered from your serious injury, so you shouldn't catch a cold."
"knew."
As soon as Murong Qianjue raised his hand, he had already put on the black robe, and his gorgeous hair fell down to his shoulders, reflecting the candlelight, giving off a bit of a breeze.
"The princess is very angry with Miss Qianyun who came from the palace today, why won't the master go and see?"
Liu Feng always felt that the relationship between the prince and the concubine was weird recently, and this weird atmosphere had been maintained for a long time, but he couldn't find out what happened.
Murong Qianjue narrowed his eyes, "She told you to come to me? She wants me to visit her? To appease her?"
end of chapter