The servant guarding the door heard the cry for help, and rushed in quickly, only to see Yu Chihong collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth, staring at the roof with a pair of empty eyes, while his hand was still holding A shard of porcelain—
Dongfang Jing's sleeves were covered with blood, and while pressing Yu Chihong's hand, she called for help, "Help, help—"
The attendant quickly separated the two of them, and then carried Yu Chihong to the bed.
"Miss Wanyun, your hand..."
The attendant was halfway through speaking, Dongfang Jing hurriedly said, "This was accidentally scratched just to prevent His Highness the Seventh Prince from committing suicide, the injury is not deep, and it is not in the way."
"The doctor will be here in a while, Miss Wan Yun, let's leave after watching the doctor." The attendant was a little ashamed, "Since the master was poisoned, his temper has changed drastically, and today he was stimulated again, and almost... Today is thanks to Wan Yun Miss, otherwise my master might not be here anymore."
Dongfang Jing glanced at Yu Chihong who was on the bed, and said worriedly, "I'm fine, as long as brother Hong is fine."
Yu Chihong couldn't move his hands and feet, couldn't speak, he could only stare at her with his eyes straight, and it seemed that poisonous arrows were about to be shot from his eyes, shooting her into a sieve——
Dongfang Jing's clear eyes rolled, and she responded to his gaze with a light smile, as if saying Yu Chihong, I was the one who was stripped naked and tied to the bed in Yuanyang Pavilion that day, but today, you are the waiter on the cutting board. Kill the lamb! Just wait for me, I will sing all the plays for you in the future!
The news of Yu Chihong's attempt to commit suicide quickly reached Concubine De's ears. Concubine De asked for an order from Emperor Ning and sent more than 30 imperial physicians in the palace to the Seventh Prince's mansion for treatment, but there was still no way to recover. The seventh prince, Wei Chihong, ended up being a cripple after all!
Dongfang Jing had a broken leg bone in her right leg and was unable to move. The attendants around Yu Chihong specially arranged a carriage for her and took her back to the Xiangguo Mansion in person. Although she refused to marry in public, she also enjoyed the treatment of the Seventh Prince's Concubine!
Throughout the Xiangguo Mansion, countless servant girls wanted to see her jokes, but they all failed.
As soon as Fang returned to the mansion, Lu Qiao rushed forward anxiously, "Miss, it's not good, something serious has happened! The master called the eldest lady to the study, and he is lecturing you! He told you to meet him in the study as soon as you come back! "
Dongfang Jing could not help but narrow her eyes. She not only refuted Rong's face today, but also lost the old face of Prime Minister Zhong Liyi. This old fox can't blame her in front of everyone. Now that the show is over, it is bound to be a fight!
She, Dongfang Jing, is no longer as timid as she was in her previous life when doing things in this life. Now that she has done it, all this is within her expectation.
"Miss, you still claim to be sick, don't go... The servant is worried—" Luqiao looked worried.
Dongfang Jing couldn't help but pull the corners of her lips coldly, "It's a blessing, not a curse. A disaster can't be avoided! Even if I call it sick, I can only hide for a while, but I can't hide forever. If he wants to beat or scold, just come towards me. I have already limped one leg, and I am a useless person anyway, so are you afraid that he will cripple my other leg?!"
Luqiao was very surprised, and hurriedly handed the newly made crutches to her hands, and said courageously, "Okay! Miss, I will accompany you!"
As soon as Dongfang Jingfang pushed open the door of the study, a water glass made of ceramics quickly drew an arc in the low air, and hit her face heavily——
"Bastard! Kneel down!"
Accompanied by Zhong Liyi's deep reprimand!
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