It was raining at night, and it was pouring down. The cool wind blew in through the cracks in the tightly closed window and blew onto Mu Jiuer's bloodless face on the bed.

Mu Jiuer, who was sleeping, had lost her former arrogance and dominance. Without that layer of brilliance, she looked peaceful and pure.

It's just that the little palm-sized face is bloodless.

"Prince...this pulse comes and goes...isn't it..."

"Should you treat it or should I?"

Mo Beige raised his eyes and looked at the imperial doctor who interrupted next to him with a neutral expression, showing no emotion or anger.

"ah?"

The imperial doctor didn't react. He let out a short sigh and stood aside a little helplessly. He looked at the prince of Nan Yan and didn't intend to get angry before he breathed a sigh of relief.

I have long heard that the prince of Nan Yan was moody and often killed people invisible, but he had peerless medical skills and could revive the dead.

only--

Life and death are just a matter of his words.

Mo Beige took out a few silver needles and inserted them into Mu Jiuer's acupoints accurately, and said calmly: "I'm telling you, the emperor, the toxins in this woman's body can no longer be suppressed. Even if he doesn't want her to die, she won't survive."

How long has it been?"

Hearing this, the imperial doctor's forehead was covered with sweat.

I secretly glanced at this handsome man's back and didn't dare to say another word. I thought he was indifferent to worldly affairs, but I didn't expect him to see things more clearly than anyone else.

The emperor secretly ordered him to sneak into the regent's palace under the pretext of saving Mu Jiu'er and inquire about Mu Jiu'er's situation. If Mu Jiu'er died, he would come back to report it. If Mu Jiu'er was not dead, he would add chronic poison to her daily tea.

I thought what I did was perfect, but I didn’t want the prince of Nan Yan to find out the details...

"Uh... haha, what did the prince say? I came here to diagnose and treat this girl Mu on the emperor's order. If anything happens to her, I won't be able to save my head!"

"..."

Mo Beige performed this set of acupuncture without saying a word, but there was a hint of irony in the corner of his eye.

The imperial doctor stayed aside quietly and watched Mo Beige treat Mu Jiuer's injuries. He was so angry that his teeth itched, but he did not dare to make a mistake. His identity was enough to crush him to death.

He could only give a wide berth to the Nanyan Prince who had been killed on the way.

"Nothing has happened in the past few days. Just go back."

Mo Beige pulled out the silver needle and put it into a small box. He sat on the couch next to the window and played with the small cube carelessly. Suddenly he spoke to the imperial doctor who was looking at his nose and heart.

"If your emperor asks, just say that I, the prince, will be in charge of this girl. If she dies, it will be mine."

"..."

Are you driving him away?

After the imperial doctor figured it out, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "Your Majesty... I believe that while Miss Mu is still awake, I should keep watch. I can usually cook medicine and carry water..."

"These servants can do it, so is it possible that the dignified Regent's palace can't afford to use servants as slaves?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I don't..."

"Oh, that means the Royal Physician cannot trust me? Do you think my medical skills are not as good as yours?"

His cold eyes raised and narrowed slightly.

Cold sweat broke out on the imperial doctor's forehead, and he stammered: "My lord...absolutely...absolutely did not mean this! Your Majesty...I just think..."

"Someone's coming!"

Following the order, two soldiers wearing Nanyan costumes came in from the door.

Mo Beige seemed to have not seen their salutes. He pointed his finger at the imperial doctor who was kneeling there, and calmly ordered: "Throw this man out."

Throw……?
Chapter completed!