"I understand." Hongxue nodded and immediately left the palace with Sheng Zhiyao on her back.

Feng Yuanchen stood there, looking at Sheng Zhiyao who was gradually leaving his sight. He was so heartbroken that he almost suffocated. He pursed his lips tightly and his eyes gradually turned red.

Hongxue quickly returned to the Hou Mansion carrying the unconscious Sheng Zhiyao. Her snow-white hair was stained with bright red blood, making her look extremely ferocious and terrifying in the winter night.

As soon as Hongxue entered Qingliu Courtyard, she immediately rushed into the main room. Lord Sheng watched it running in and quickly stood up.

"Hongxue! What's wrong with you?! Are you injured?!" Mr. Sheng looked at Hongxue in surprise.

"Ouch~" Hongxue looked at Sheng Zhengye, Qi Xinyue and others beside her and just shouted, then immediately put down Sheng Zhiyao.

"Zhiyao is injured, right?" Mr. Sheng asked anxiously.

Hongxue nodded heavily.

Mr. Sheng was immediately shocked and said, "Hanmo carried my sister to the bed, and then went to the study to get my silver needle."

"Yes, grandpa, I'll go right away." Seeing Sheng Zhiyao being injured, Sheng Hanmo felt guilty and anxious.

"Li Qiao asked the servants to boil some hot water."

"Yes, Mr. Hou."

"Zhiyao, my Zhiyao, how could you be hurt like this?" Qi Xinyue rushed to the bed and looked at Sheng Zhiyao's pale face, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Xin Yue, don't be like this, let your father take a look." Sheng Zhengye pulled Qi Xinyue away and asked the old Marquis to come over.

Lord Sheng hurriedly sat down and checked Sheng Zhiyao's injuries. He felt heartbroken when he saw the bright red clothes on her shoulders.

Qi Xinyue, who was beside her, had already burst into tears, holding Sheng Zhengye's hand: "Zhengye, what should I do? My Zhiyao... what should she do?"

"It's okay." Sheng Zhengye patted Qi Xinyue's hand and comforted, "Don't worry about father's medical skills. Let's go out first and let father treat Qiyao. Don't cry."

Qi Xinyue didn't want to leave, but Sheng Hanmo pulled her out and warned her as he walked: "Mom, don't worry, grandpa will save Ziyao. You will only distract grandpa."

"Yes, I understand." Qi Xinyue wiped away her tears and followed Sheng Hanmo out.

Sheng Zhengye sighed as he watched Qi Xinyue leave, then turned to look at the pale-faced Sheng Zhiyao on the bed, feeling sad in his heart: "Father, what do you need me to do?"

"No need, you are guarding the outside. Don't let anyone enter the Hou Mansion before Yuan Chen comes back. If anything happens, report it at any time."

"Yes." Sheng Zhengye closed the door and backed out.

Lord Sheng walked to the bed with a silver needle, helped Sheng Zhiyao up, and then inserted the silver needle into the acupuncture point on her back to stop the bleeding.

"Hongxue, take us back to the small villa. I need to go to the laboratory to check on Zhiyao's injuries." Lord Sheng ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes, Mr. Hou."

In the blink of an eye, Hongxue led the two of them back to the small villa.

Mr. Sheng carried Sheng Zhiyao to the laboratory on the first floor and took off Sheng Zhiyao's clothes, revealing his smooth back.

Lord Sheng carefully inspected the wound on Sheng Zhiyao's back and found that although the wound was deep, it was not serious, so he sutured the wound with a needle and bandaged it.

Then she was injected with anti-inflammatory drugs, and after checking her pulse, she breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay."

"Old Marquis, is the master really okay?"

"Of course, fortunately, it was only an external injury and did not hurt the inside. Zhiyao just fainted temporarily due to pain and blood loss. It will be fine when she wakes up later, but be careful not to involve the wound."

"Okay, that's good, then I'll go and send a message to Feng Yuanchen." Hongxue glanced at Sheng Zhiyao, who was sleeping on the bed, and then quietly exited the room.

Looking at the direction Hongxue was leaving, Mr. Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Hongxue accurately found Feng Yuanchen's location in the palace. Feng Yuanchen was waiting anxiously. His eyes fell on Hongxue and grabbed him: "Hongxue, Zhiyao, she

How's it going? Is something okay?!"

"Don't worry, the old Marquis has taken care of it. The master is still in a coma and should wake up later."

"Really? That's good!" Feng Yuanchen was delighted, but he hadn't exactly seen Sheng Zhiyao's appearance, and there was still a trace of worry shining deep in his eyes.

Now he only hopes that Sheng Zhiyao can be safe and sound, and he doesn't expect too much from the rest.

"Where is Feng Yuanqing?" Hongxue suddenly asked, her tone somewhat angry.

"In the royal study, waiting for the emperor's disposal."

"Do you still need to dispose of it? Just kill it, chop it into meat paste and feed it to the animals." After Hongxue finished speaking, the figure disappeared in a flash.

"Hongxue!" Feng Yuanchen shouted, but Hongxue simply ignored him and disappeared into the dark night.

Feng Yuanchen didn't see Hongxue's shadow when he rushed to the imperial study room. He frowned and pushed open the door next to the imperial study room, looking at the trembling look of the important minister.

His footsteps stopped at the entrance of the palace, a cold light flashed on his stern face, and a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle scanned every courtier in the hall, and finally fell on the emperor.

"Grandpa Huang."

When the emperor saw Feng Yuanchen's arrival, his eyes flashed, and then he smiled brightly: "Yuan Chen is here! Where is Zhi Yao?"

"Zhiyao is injured."

"Injured? What's going on?!" The emperor's voice suddenly became sharp.

"Please punish me, Grandpa Huang."

"You kid, what are you talking about? How can I blame you if Zhiyao is injured?"

"The emperor's grandpa Zhiyao brought his grandson's soldiers and the group of people you photographed him to fight all the way in. Feng Yuanqing shamelessly took the emperor's grandma hostage and forced Zhiyao to submit."

The ministers were all in disbelief when they heard Feng Yuanchen's words. For a moment, the entire imperial study was silent.

The emperor's face also became gloomy, and he snorted coldly: "Feng Yuanqing really dares to touch Zhi Yao with a finger? I think he is getting tired of living!"

"Grandpa Huang, you also know that Feng Yuanqing has always been obsessed with Zhi Yao. Zhi Yao rejected Feng Yuanqing again and again, which angered Feng Yuanqing, so he did such despicable things. Now Zhi Yao

He has lost too much blood and is in a coma. I don’t know when he will wake up.”

"Then let Mr. Sheng cure Zhiyao as soon as possible. If you need any medicinal materials, just go to the Imperial Hospital to get them! Where is Feng Yuanqing now?"

"When I return to Grandpa Huang, he is waiting in the Imperial Study Room."

"Okay! Dear friends, come with me to see the benevolent and righteous king you support."

A sneer appeared on Feng Yuanchen's lips, and he followed the ministers to the Imperial Study Room.

Feng Yuanqing was kneeling on the ground and shivering. His face was pale because he had lost his arm, and he looked very embarrassed.
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