"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Xiaodie and Xiaozhi immediately knelt down to pay their respects when they saw Nangong Ao. Ye Wange heard the servant’s call for peace and immediately raised her head and supported her hands on the bed and wanted to get up, "Your Highness the Prince."

Looking at Ye Wange's weak look, Nangong Ao opened his mouth, "Lying down!"

"Thank you, Prince." Ye Wange lay back on the bed.

Nangong Ao sat down beside the bed, naturally stretched out his hand to hold her weak little hand, and looked at Ye Wange with black eyes. Seeing that her face was pale and her eyes were full of energy, he asked, "Concubine Wan, are you feeling better when you feel hot?"

"It's much better to go back to the Crown Prince!" Ye Wange said and coughed lightly.

While speaking, Ye Wange raised her eyes gently, and her long eyelashes spread out gently like a fan. Her unsightly eyes were half-closed, and her blurred eyes looked at Nangong Ao shyly. The little hand he held was moved and wanted to pull it out.

Nangong Ao looked at her shy look and held her hands tighter. He held her hands with both hands and asked, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you're getting thinner. I see that your cough is not much better than the previous few days?"

Little Guizi, go to the Imperial Hospital to send Song Qisheng to me and tell him that I will give him five days. If I cannot cure Concubine Wan's fever, I will take his life." Nangong Ao turned to Ye Wange's gentle tone and ordered the noble man to become vicious.

Ye Wange's body tense after hearing this. Seeing Nangong Ao lost consciousness for a moment, she guessed that Nangong Ao gave the imperial doctor a death order to cure her illness, but did she realize that she was pretending to be sick.

"Don't worry, Concubine Wan, I will definitely cure your fever." Nangong Ao turned to Ye Wange with kind eyebrows and said.

"Thank you Prince." Ye Wange thanked him softly, lying on the bed and became anxious.

Nangong Ao ordered the Imperial Doctor to cure her illness in five days. If the Imperial Doctor could not cure her illness in five days, the Imperial Doctor would be beheaded.

Thinking that he had only five days to plan his other methods, Ye Wange began to worry. Is the prince so anxious to cure her illness because he cared for her or was there another secret?

Nangong Ao looked at the distracted Ye Wange with a pair of sharp eyes. He thought that Ye Wange's thoughts were cold to him since he entered the palace, and she did not cater to him or care about him.

Just like when he arrived just now, she didn't even greet him. Even if she was unwell, she would have to pretend to be happy because of his arrival. She didn't do this. If it were someone else, she would have catered to his preferences.

Take the gentle princess Cao Yan as an example. As long as he hears the eunuch telling him, she will wash and greet him well even if she is not feeling well, and asks the servants to prepare the tea he loves to drink. They will even look at him reluctantly when he leaves, but Ye Wange does not.

If Ye Wange had no love with him, he didn't believe it. He had no love with the Crown Princess, but the Crown Princess did a good job. Although he was not as enthusiastic as Hui, he also did it with Zhang Chi in moderation, which made him want to neglect the Crown Princess, and he was embarrassed to do that.

In short, Ye Wange's neglect to him for several days made him uncomfortable. The Crown Princess and Concubine Hui tried every means to please him, and the same was true for those servants he favored. Especially if Concubine Hui felt a little uncomfortable, she would ask the eunuch to report it to him to give him some care and tenderness.

"I am here to see Your Highness the Crown Prince." Song Qisheng received the news from the noble father-in-law and did not dare to delay for a moment. He immediately followed the noble father-in-law in tears.

"Get up!" Nangong Ao let go of Ye Wange's hand, stood up and walked aside.

"Look at Concubine Wan, it's just a fever. The medicine I've been drinking for so long has not improved." Nangong Ao said angrily with his eyebrows frowned.

Song Qisheng immediately replied in the prince's anger, "When I take the pulse of Concubine Wan."

After hearing this, Nangong Ao's eyes moved from Song Qisheng to Ye Wange, and his sharp eyes were patrolling back and forth on Ye Wange.

"Well, do it well. If you are not sure, be careful that Your Highness wants your head." Nangong Ao said in a solemn voice as he looked at the person on the bed.

"Yes." Song Qisheng replied, his eyes secretly scanning the person on the hospital bed.

Ye Wange was calm and composed in bed, not knowing that she had deliberately made her long-term illness unhealthy. Song Qisheng found the medicine that was lying in the flower pot when he entered the house.

Song Qisheng took Ye Wange's pulse, put his fingers on her white wrist like a lotus root. From the corner of his eyes, he passed through the transparent curtain to see the person on the bed. His cheeks were as bright as peach blossoms, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his closed eyes. His crimson lips seemed to be painted with red lips, and his hair was touched a few times, which was particularly seductive.

"Are you okay?" Nangong Ao asked, looking at Song Qisheng, who had been sitting beside the bed and had been veining Ye Wange for a long time.

Hearing Nangong Ao's voice, Song Qisheng immediately withdrew his stinging gaze, left Ye Wange's white wrist and bowed his body and replied, "Report to Your Highness, Empress Wan is indeed suffering from fever. You can cure it after Weichen prescribes a few prescriptions."

Nangong Ao narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Qisheng with a fierce look, "Song Qisheng, if you drink your medicine and don't get better, you are not as lucky as the imperial physician who treated Concubine Wan. I will want your head."

Song Qisheng was not frightened when he heard this, and said calmly, "If Empress Wan is not good after drinking this soup, I am willing to be punished."

"Yes." Nangong Ao responded lightly, but his eyes were tightly locked at the woman on the bed.

Song Qisheng has always been in charge of the medical treatment of the prince's uterus. He believes in Song Qisheng's medical skills. He wants to make Ye Wange get better as soon as he enters the palace. He doesn't want the news that Ye Wange gets sick as soon as he enters the palace and reaches Ye Changyu's ears.

If Ye Changyu knew that his baby daughter was sick as soon as he entered the palace, he would probably feel suspicious and deliberately wanted to harm her daughter. Secondly, he was afraid that Ye Changyu would help him ascend the throne and shake his heart, so he would win over Ye Changyu's heart before he could stabilize his throne.

Song Qi had prepared the prescription, and Nangong Ao immediately ordered someone to grab medicine and cook Ao, but he sat beside the bed and looked at Ye Wange sleeping on the bed.

A pair of tiger eyes stared at Ye Wange tightly. Ye Wange opened her eyes uneasy when she stared at her. She looked at Nangong Ao and said softly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is busy with affairs, so you don't have to guard me here."

Ye Wange chased the prince away in a slight manner. Nangong Ao felt a little sad when he heard this. He was just for his own sake, but in fact he was to shout him away. Nangong Ao, who had a gloomy face, narrowed his eyes and looked at her, "No matter how busy I am in my affairs, I am not as important as Concubine Wan's body."

Nangong Ao's tender and sweet words blocked Ye Wange's mouth, making her unable to refuse, so she had to shut up and accept the care of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Not only was Nangong Ao unhappy when he heard this, but even the eunuchs and maids standing there were displeased. Xiaodie felt that her lady was so kind and was worried about the affairs of the Prince when she was sick. Xiaozhi felt that her master was too stupid and would not flatter her to compete for favor. Why did she even reject the tenderness of the prince who came to her door? Zhang Fugui thought that the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion was as rumored as the rumor, virtuous and honest.

Everyone thinks that Ye Wange is kind-hearted, and only Nangong Ao doesn't know him like this. He looks at Ye Wange with a heavy look, and a faint smile sways at the corner of his mouth.

"Your Highness, the medicine is ready." Zhang Fugui said with the medicine he had boiled.

"To me, your Highness." Nangong Ao spoke.

Zhang Fugui immediately brought the decoction to Nangong Ao. Nangong Ao took the heat-burning decoction and placed it on the bed.

"Concubine Wan, get up and drink medicine." Nangong Ao said to Ye Wange.

Ye Wange immediately raised her body and sat half lying on the bed. He wanted to reach out and hold the soup bowl but was blocked by Nangong Ao, "I am feeding you."

Nangong Ao used a spoon to scoop the soup and deliver it to Ye Wange's mouth. Ye Wange did not push and refused to drink it with her mouth open.

A bowl of soup and medicine was at the bottom. Nangong Ao took another piece of pastry and stuffed it into Ye Wange's mouth. Ye Wange held it in her mouth and chewed it carefully, lowering her head and thinking about Nangong Ao's intentions.

Nangong Ao's thoughts were unpredictable. She couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a while, so she could only wait and see what happened.

Nangong Ao waved his hand, and the maids who were lying in the house and closed the door in an orderly manner.

From the corner of Ye Wange's eyes, she saw that the door was closed tightly. Her heart suddenly tightened, and she lowered her head and did not dare to look at Nangong Ao.

The hands placed in the brocade quilt were clenched into fists, and a heart suddenly pounded, and the domineering aura emanated from Nangong Ao made her tighten.

The lower jaw was lifted up, and Ye Wange did not dare to move around. She faced Nangong Ao's dazzling eyes with her black eyes. Her thin lips gently swept her slightly dry lips. Her lips numb for a moment, her head buzzed, and her heart elbows suddenly tightened.

"Concubine Wan, do you don't like Your Highness? Or do you don't like Your Highness's favor?" A gentle voice as charming as a ghost, Ye Wange shrank for a moment, moved her body back and looked at Nangong Ao with misty eyes.

"Hu..." Nangong Ao blew at Ye Wange's naked jade neck.

"Your Highness, Prince." Ye Wange shouted in fear as he looked at Nangong Ao's red flames frowned in his black eyes.

Ye Wange hid back, and Nangong Ao put on the bed wearing dragon boots, forcing Ye Wange to the corner of the bed, and sat on Ye Wange's body. Ye Wange shrank at the corner of the bed like a surrounded beast, trembling slightly.

"Concubine Wan! Concubine Wan..." Nangong Ao's whispers made Ye Wange's mind sink like a demonic sound.

Ye Wange looked at Nangong Ao. The ice in her black eyes disappeared, with a hint of tenderness. The tenderness made her cold facial features become vivid. The smile at the corners of her mouth spread open, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes also had a smile. This handsome face slowly magnified in her pupils, and in the end, there was only a piece of black left in her black pupils.

"Hiss." The pain in the rope bone pulled back her mind. Looking at the man who was lying on her collarbone and sucking and biting, she panicked and began to twist.

"Crown Prince, Prince, Prince..." She gasped and shouted.

Nangong Ao ignored her, bit her beautiful collarbone with her big hands on her round shoulders, slowly slid down her shoulders, and her clothes were also carried down.
Chapter completed!