Shen Xihe returned to the room and bathed and changed clothes with the help of Ziyu and Biyu. Just after she dried her hair and changed into light pajamas, her Hongyu's voice rang out from outside the door: "Princess, Sister Zhenzhu asked me to come and ask you for instructions. The last knife wound to His Royal Highness Liewang was poisonous. Sister Zhenzhu has already used acupuncture to stop the spread of the poison, but the flesh around His Royal Highness's wound must be scraped off. His Royal Highness is weak and in a coma. If the flesh is scraped off rashly, I'm afraid His Royal Highness's body can't bear it..."
"Jade." Shen Xihe called out softly after hearing this, her eyes sweeping across the bright lacquered and finely carved mahogany wood.
Biyu immediately stepped forward respectfully, took down the snow-white fox fur draped over the wood, and put it on Shen Xihe.
Gathering the fox fur with both hands, Shen Xihe went to Xiao Changying's house with her long black hair loose.
It was already late at night, with candles lit brightly. Not only was Mo Yuan personally guarding the door, but there were also many guards and maids waiting. When they saw Shen Xihe coming in the moonlight, they hurriedly saluted.
Shen Xihe walked into the room expressionlessly and went straight to the couch in the inner room. Zhenzhu was about to insert a silver needle into the hand. She stood up and looked at Shen Xihe in embarrassment, "Princess, I can only use acupuncture to prevent the poison from spreading quickly to the prince's internal organs, but if the poisonous flesh is not scraped off in time, I'm afraid the prince's hand will be disabled. If the flesh is scraped off forcefully, the prince may not be able to bear the pain and wake up. If it is too aggressive, the poison may attack his heart.
The prince is unconscious at the moment. I have tried anesthetic and painkillers, but they are not working. Besides, these drugs will stimulate the poison... "
Although Zhenzhu felt that King Lie was strong-willed and could endure the pain, she was the son of the emperor and the grandson of the phoenix after all, so she dared not do anything if there was any inappropriateness, otherwise it would not only be her, a slave, who would be buried with him, but also the Shen family would have to bear the wrath of His Majesty.
Shen Xihe's indifferent eyes fell on Xiao Changying's exposed arm. There was a knife wound deep enough to see the bone. Two pieces of purple flesh were turned inside out at the wound. The surrounding area was swollen and red, and the blood was abnormally dark red. "How long will it take to remove the poison at the latest?"
Zhenzhu looked at Xiao Changying's expression and said conservatively, "Half an hour."
"Enough." Shen Xihe turned to Biyu Ziyu and instructed, "Ziyu, there are datura flowers in the fields where I went for a walk just now. Ask Mo Yuan to send someone to accompany you to pick them. Biyu, go get my incense utensils."
The two maids quickly followed the instructions and went to work. Zhenzhu followed Shen Xihe who was walking out: "Princess, are you going to make a hallucinogenic incense to make His Highness fall into an illusion?"
"Besides this, is there any other method?" Shen Xihe asked after sitting at the main desk in the main hall.
"But this fragrance..." Zhenzhu wanted to ask a question, but then she realized that she was almost committing an insolent act, so she stopped and lowered her head.
"Now, there is no other way. If his arm is disabled, we will be held guilty. If he is poisoned by the poison, we will be guilty of a thousand deaths." Shen Xihe stretched out his hand and washed it again in the hot water prepared by Hongyu. "It's useless anyway, so we might as well give it a try."
Zhenzhu's brows twitched slightly, and she looked up at Shen Xihe with some inquiry. Several of them had followed Shen Xihe since they were young, especially Zhenzhu. Zhenzhu was the daughter of Shen Xihe's wet nurse, and her mother was the dowry of Shen Xihe's mother. She knew Shen Xihe better than anyone else.