Qian Ruoyu was thrown into the courtyard of Yueyage Pavilion by several guards.
She fell heavily to the ground, her back was bloody and bloody.
Yan'er's eyes were filled with tears and she quickly helped her up, carrying Qian Ruoyu's body with her thin body.
"Your Majesty, why is the prince so cruel..." Yan'er swallowed even more.
"You used to always think about the prince. As long as there was any trouble with the prince, you would be worried and frightened. The prince would go east and you would never go west. But now I didn't expect..."
As Yan'er talked, her tears couldn't stop pouring out.
She could not understand that her master had suffered so much.
The master had no one to love him in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and now that he has come to the Night King's Mansion, he will suffer the same hardships.
Master, your life is really miserable!
Qian Ruoyu forced a smile, her face was pale, and she comforted: "It's okay, Yan'er, help me to the bed."
Yan'er helped her back to the bed, but Qian Ruoyu's back was injured and she couldn't lie down, so she could only lie down.
She won't forget this account easily!
"Mother, please wait, I will go get a doctor for you right now..." Yan'er wiped the tears from her eyes.
"That's it, Yan'er, bring me a basin of warm water." Qian Ruoyu ordered.
By the time the doctor comes, it will be too late. If she delays entering the palace, she may not have enough heads.
You can only heal yourself.
Besides, that man might also torture her like crazy.
"Your Majesty..." Yan'er's face was full of surprise, but then she said obediently: "Okay, I will go right away."
As soon as Yan'er left, Qian Ruoyu entered the laboratory space with a sudden movement.
Looking at the dazzling array of medicines on the shelf, she took some anti-inflammatory drugs, antibiotics, and some hemostatic drugs from the shelf.
Then he went to another shelf and removed bandages, gauze and disposable sterilized scissors.
She knew very well that she was living in a palace of dire straits, and if she made a wrong step, she might fall into the abyss.
She took some extra medicines that she usually needed in case of emergencies.
After taking out the medicine, I quickly swallowed a few anti-inflammatory pills.
This anti-inflammatory drug is her improved product. It does not require taking water, just swallowing it, and it will take effect in a few seconds.
Soon, Yan'er came back with some warm water. When she came back, she saw many strange bottles beside Qian Ruoyu.
"Your Majesty, what are these bottles and jars? How come I have never seen them before?" Yan'er asked curiously.
"My mother taught me how to control this before, Yan'er, please listen to me later and handle it according to my method." Qian Ruoyu could only use her mother as an excuse to excuse her.
You can't tell Yan'er that these are medicines from her laboratory.
As an ancient person, she would probably be shocked when she heard such incredible things.
The top priority is to treat her injury and not let the wound become infected.
"Okay, please tell me." Yan'er didn't ask any more questions.
She knew that the empress at this time was very different from the empress before.
Today’s empress Kewei is a hero among women, and she trusts her unconditionally.
Yan'er followed Qian Ruoyu's instructions and used disposable sterilized scissors to cut open the clothes on her back.
This shocking wound made Yan'er take a breath.
She cleaned the wound again, sprinkled hemostatic medicine on the wound, and after a quarter of an hour, sprinkled anti-inflammatory medicine on it.
Then, Qian Ruoyu was bandaged with gauze and bandages.
Fortunately, all she suffered were superficial injuries, otherwise it would have been difficult to deal with.
Qian Ruoyu asked Yan'er to pour a glass of water and take a few pills of amoxicillin to prevent the wound from being infected with bacteria and leading to suppuration.
Suddenly, an impatient voice came from outside the hospital.
"Princess, you should hurry up. If you keep the emperor waiting in a hurry, I'm afraid your head won't be enough." This was the voice of Grandma Yan.
Qian Ruoyu heard the sound and smiled coldly.
Now, does this slave dare to bully his master casually?
How dare you sit on your master’s head and poop and pee?!
Qian Ruoyu asked Yan'er to change her into white clothes. With Yan'er's help, Pingting stepped out of the house.
She wore a white dress made of silk and satin. There were no other decorations on the dress. She simply used jade hairpins to tie her hair, and her clothes were fluttering. She looked like a goddess descending to earth.
She stepped down the steps step by step, with flowers blooming every step of the way. Although her face was pale, she did not lose the elegance and generosity of a lady at all.
Aunt Yan wanted to continue urging her, but when she looked up, she saw such an elegant princess.
She was stunned for a moment, how could the princess recover so quickly?
I was still looking sick just now, why is this happening...
But she couldn't care less.
The prince hates the woman, so what if she is his wife?
It was not an extra dog kept in Prince Quan’s palace that night.
Then, she urged impatiently, "You are better now, hurry up, don't keep the prince waiting."
Qian Ruoyu turned her cold eyes and raised her hand. She only heard a "pop" sound and rewarded her with a foot of red.
This kind of dog slave deserves to be beaten.
I'm afraid that if I don't give him a lesson, I won't know who the master is.
Aunt Yan covered her face in fear and said sternly: "Who are you? How dare you hit me? Do you know that I am the concubine's wife?"
"You are the one who will be beaten!" Qian Ruoyu said coldly, "A slave who doesn't respect his master should be beaten, no matter who you are!"
"You, you are just a dog raised in Prince Ye's Mansion, why do you beat me?" Aunt Yan continued.
"Why? Just because I am the mistress of the palace." Qian Ruoyu glanced at Aunt Yan.
What about Li Zhiyi's people?
Haven't you been beaten by me?
She dared to sit on her master's head and poop and shit without giving her a lesson. She really thought that anyone could mess with the tiger's head.
If the servants don't respect her, then she really doesn't have any majesty as a mistress in the Night King's Mansion.
"You...you..." Grandma Yan was so angry that her face turned red, and she pointed at her with trembling fingers.
Then, there was another "pop" sound, Qian Ruoyu raised her hand and rewarded her with another foot of red.
"What are you doing? As a slave, how can you point your finger at your master? Besides, if the prince knows that Aunt Yan doesn't know how to respect her master, I'm afraid it won't be something that Yi Zhanghong can solve." Qian Ruoyu
said coldly.
Grandma Yan covered her old face and panicked.
She was ordered to call Qian Ruoyu into the palace to face the Holy Spirit. If this matter were brought to the prince, I'm afraid she wouldn't know where to put her face.
Nanny Yan covered her burning face and could only lower her head slightly, "Princess, Your Majesty, please get on the carriage."
Qian Ruoyu then took a step forward with satisfaction and walked towards the door.
…
On the carriage, Chu Mobai was riding on horseback, wearing a white robe. He was tall, with slender legs, long hair tied up, fluttering in the wind, and a handsome face, as if he was like a person in a painting.