Royal Palace.

Eunuch Yu quickly walked into Qianqing Palace: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the third prince has something urgent to see you!"

Emperor Yunle raised his head from a large stack of memorials and glanced at him with a slightly displeased look: "Why are you so reckless?"

Just as Eunuch Yu was about to speak, a gust of wind blew by, and a figure fell in front of him.

Yun Qingmin knelt down on one knee: "See the Emperor, long live the Emperor!"

Yunle frowned slightly, looked at him, and said calmly: "Pingshen."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yun Qingmin stood up and looked directly at the current emperor: "Your Majesty, I have something to ask of you!"

"Tell me, why are you in such a hurry?" He lowered his head again and continued to review the memorial.

"I beg the emperor to give me the immortal grass!"

"Oh?" Yunle looked at him in surprise, and after a while, he replied: "Well, Qingmin, you know that I can't give it to you in vain."

Yun Qingmin lowered his head and said without hesitation: "I am willing to let everyone in the palace be at the mercy of the emperor for one year!"

"All of them? One year?" Yunle raised his eyebrows, put down the memorial in his hand, put one hand on the table, supported his chin, and looked at him with interest.

Eunuch Yu was startled and looked up at Yun Qingmin.

"Yes, once a word is spoken, it is difficult to follow it."

"Okay!" Yunle chuckled and waved his hand: "Eunuch Yu, go and give the fairy grass to the third prince."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yun Qingmin raised his eyes and knelt down on one knee: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Everyone, one year, I think, is worth it." Yunle looked at him, and after a moment, he lowered his head and continued to approve the memorial: "Go down."

"I excuse myself."

**

Yun Qingmin carefully held a bowl of medicine, sat on the edge of the bed, took a sip, leaned down, and covered Guo Yixue's cold lips with his lips.

How could the body that was already cold be able to swallow.

After a long time, he straightened up.

Her lips were slightly open, and all the concoction flowed out from the corners of her mouth.

"Ryoko..."

His dark eyes were reddish, and the hand holding the handkerchief was shaking violently. He slowly wiped the concoction away from her mouth, took a deep breath, took another sip, and covered her lips.

Same, everything flows out.

Until the whole bowl of medicine was almost at the bottom, Guo Yixue still couldn't drink any of it.

A pair of dark eyes slowly lost their luster.

"Liangzi... just drink a little... drink a little... okay... this medicine is not bitter... I put a lot of rock sugar in it... Liangzi... just a little... okay..."

He held her hand tightly and choked with sobs.

After a while, he put all the remaining medicine in the bowl in his mouth, leaned down, and covered her lips again.

Useless.

Still it all leaked out.

"Liangzi..." He lay on her body, his shoulders shaking slightly: "Liangzi... don't leave me... don't leave..."

Cheshuo stood at the door of the room, turning his head and looking at the blue sky.

If it weren't for Bingxin Pills, Guo Yixue's body would have decayed long ago.

Now, it is the third day after her death, and Bingxinwan can only last seven days.

How can a dead person drink medicine...

Master...Lingxian grass...isn't it just for drinking?

His eyes flashed and he walked back to the room.

**

A large wooden barrel.

It's filled with black potion.

Cheshuo was driven out of the room by Yun Qingmin. Yun Qingmin carefully took off Guo Yixue's clothes. The scars on her body were still there, which made his heart ache.

He picked her up and slowly put her into the barrel. After her body stopped sliding, he massaged her body lightly or heavily with his hands without stopping.

"Liangzi, are you feeling comfortable? If it hurts... tell me..." He lowered his head and concentrated on pressing, opening and closing his lips, and kept talking: "Liangzi, if the water is too cold, tell me...

...Liangzi, if you feel uncomfortable, just say something..."

After a long time, he took out the ointment he put aside, gently held her hand with one hand, dipped some ointment in the other, and applied it on her wound: "Liangzi, this is gold wound ointment. It is very effective. It is Xian's wound."

Concubine Xian gave it to her, and she said it would leave no scars... Liangzi, Concubine Xian gave birth to a little boy, but it will definitely not be as good as our child... Liangzi, I haven't seen our child yet, please wake up quickly, we

Let’s go see it together…”

He spoke softly.

Cheshuo stood guard outside the door, her hands clenched into fists, her gaze focused in the distance.

**

Outside the room, Cheshuo knocked on the door: "Okay, don't soak for too long."

"kindness."

In the room, Yun Qingmin carefully took Guo Yixue out of the barrel, took the dry cloth in his hand, slowly wiped the water droplets off her body, and then helped her put on clothes one by one.

After it was done, he supported her and let her lean against him, while he took a dry cloth and helped her dry her long hair: "Liangzi, your hair is still so soft... Liangzi, do you see... any change?"

No, it’s black, soft and long…”

He whispered, his dark eyes looking at her expressionless face and blushing slightly.

**

Yiran gently put the little girl who had fallen asleep into the crib. After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief, walked lightly, and walked out of the room.

"Hey, this little girl is relatively weak when she cries, but she is very capable of making trouble. When she grows up, her temper is..." Yiran walked up to Wen Beiyao and reached out to poke the little boy in his arms.

The baby's cheek: "This is just black coal. It's much darker than that little girl's."

Wen Beiyao grinned: "It's okay, as a man, your skin should be darker."

Lianhua held a plate full of food, her head lowered, her eyes red: "The prince and the medical sage don't want to eat."

"These two people..." Wen Beiyao shook his head: "Let them go. If they don't eat, they won't die anyway."

Yiran held the little boy in his arms into her arms: "Poor children, daddy doesn't want you anymore."

The little wolf cub limped around in circles, howling softly from time to time: "Ouch..."

Wen Beiyao looked at the wolf cub and shook his head again.

In the end, I still had to ask the veterinarian to look at the wolf cub's wounds, and then I went to find Cheshuo, but I always ignored them with the words "I won't die for the time being."

Lianhua sobbed softly: "This slave saw... saw the prince crying..."

Wen Beiyao was stunned, turned to look at the sky, and sighed: "Let me go see him."

Yi Ran pursed her lips and her eyes were slightly red, "Be careful and don't say anything to irritate him."

"Well, I have a sense of propriety."

**

Wen Beiyao nodded to Cheshuo who was standing outside the door, then opened the door and walked in: "Qingmin."

Yun Qingmin turned her back to him, her face buried in Guo Yixue's hands, her shoulders shaking slightly.

"Qingmin..." He paused, but then walked forward as if he hadn't seen it. When he saw Guo Yixue's pale face, he paused again. After a while, he smiled in an awkward manner:

"The third princess looks much better."

What's better, she's still as pale as a corpse... By the way, she was originally a... corpse.
Chapter completed!