Lu Jiaqing chased him out.

"Hey! Sister Princess, come to me as soon as possible if you have any needs!"

Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer left the yard very quickly.

When Kuihuang saw the big wolf demon leaving, she patted her heart: "It's so dangerous! My tail almost popped up in fear."

Because Wei Cang was drunk too much, Ye Siming helped his servants and helped him rest.

Then the two of them spoke to the butler of the Wei Mansion and took a carriage to the Dali Temple prison where Jingshi Liang had been imprisoned.

But unexpectedly, this time, they didn't even go in.

The guards of Dali Temple prison blocked Gu Nuoer's way with two silver spears.

"Please forgive me for yourselves and princesses. Without the Crown Prince's handwriting, we cannot let it go!"

Gu Nuoer frowned slightly: "Even I can't get in?"

The guard clasped his fists: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, the prisoners imprisoned in the prison are all very important, we can't let you in."

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Ye Siming loosened his sleeves and said rebelliously: "What are you talking about with them?"

Gu Nuoer grabbed Ye Siming's hand.

She pulled him and turned back to the carriage.

Ye Siming was puzzled: "Why don't you let me do it? I can guarantee that I won't beat them to death."

Gu Nuoer shook her head: "If we were in Daqi, it would be okay if we did this."

"But at the moment, Yun Linzhou is in power in Xilizhong, and Emperor Ling is ill again. I am afraid that we will take action, so Yun Linzhou will take the opportunity to make things difficult."

After all, Emperor Ling is not like her father Gu Yihan.

Gu Yihan was not afraid of being a tyrant, so he could kill the ministers he couldn't stand.

But now, more than half of the country in Xili are held in Yun Linzhou.

Ye Siming looked at the door of Dali Temple with cold eyebrows.

"The Dali Temple is in harmony with the Ministry of Justice, and the Ministry of Justice is in the hands of Yun Linzhou. It must be Yun Linzhou's instructions that he did not let us in."

Gu Nuoer didn't agree.

She thought for a while: "We'd better go back to the palace first. I'll go and see Emperor Ling's physical condition, and then make the next plan."

Wait for the two to return to the palace.

Ye Siming sent Gu Nuoer outside Fengtian Hall.

The eunuch guarding the gate helped to spread the news, and within a short while, Gu Nuoer was introduced into the hall.

"Ahem—"

As soon as she entered, she heard Ling Tianyin's violent coughing.

It seemed to be getting worse overnight.

Bypassing the screen in the front hall, Gu Nuoer saw Ling Tianyin wearing a dragon robe, with a pale face, but she was still forcing her body to review the memorials.

Seeing Gu Nuoer coming, Ling Tianyin immediately put down his pen and smiled with relief.

"Little girl Nuoer, I'm here just in time. I have two plates of sweet apple cakes here, which are not available in Daqi. You must try them."

Gu Nuoer stood at the imperial table, and she looked at the memorials piled up into hills.

"Emperor Ling, you are so sick, why do you still have to deal with government affairs? It's not too late to do it after you have a rest."

Ling Tianyin waved his hand: "Although the prince is helping me with everything, some important matters should be held in his own hands."

Gu Nuoer walked forward and gently pinched his wrist.

Ling Tianyin laughed: "Can Nuoer take the pulse?"

Gu Nuoer's watery eyes were dark and moist: "It should be no problem to see your illness."

Ling Tianyin still wanted to speak, but Gu Nuoer immediately said: "Shh! Let me take my pulse."

So, the Nine Five Lord immediately shut his mouth obediently, like a child waiting for the result.

Gu Nuoer felt Ling Tianyin's pulse, and the depths of her black eyes gradually roared.

Overworked illness and exhaustion.
Chapter completed!