In the courtyard of the government office, all the officials, including the governor, knelt on the ground, their bodies shaking like chaff.
In broad daylight, the prince was attacked in the government office. Although he was not injured, it was enough to make the entire government office feel anxious.
Not to mention whether you can keep your official title, if you can save half your life, it’s not wrong.
Chu Lan held Zhang Qingjiu in her arms and walked through the crowd, heading straight to the carriage, her eyes as cold as ice.
Seeing that Chu Lan was about to step out of the government office, Fu Yin boldly spoke, "Your Highness, this matter..."
Chu Lan paused and said, "I will give you one day. If you can't find out, you, the governor, don't have to do this."
"Wei Chen, Ming, I understand!" Fu Yin's face turned pale and he knelt down quickly to thank him.
Narrowing her eyes, Chu Lan said again: "That woman was buried grandly."
"Yes, Wei Chen will do it immediately." Looking at Chu Lan's back, Fu Yin dared to stand up after a long time.
Although he had been kneeling here for only a quarter of an hour, he was already soaked to the skin, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
At the door of the carriage, Feng Zhi opened the curtain, frowning tightly, watching Chu Lan carefully put the person in his arms in, and for the first time, he did not say anything sarcastic to Feng Zhi.
After both of them got on the carriage, Feng Zhi took a deep breath and said, "Your Highness, where are we going?"
Although she got on the carriage, Chu Lan still did not open her brocade robe immediately, and gently half-circled the person in her arms, with a cold look in her eyes, "Go back home."
The carriage moved slowly. Although the speed was still the same, it was obviously smoother than before.
Along the way, the person in the brocade robe did not move, and Chu Lan kept maintaining his original posture. Neither of them spoke.
Until the carriage stopped at the gate of the Prince's Mansion.
"I'll go by myself." Sensing Chu Lan's hand tightening again, Zhang Qingjiu took a deep breath and finally opened the brocade robe that was holding him.
"You..." Looking at the pale face in front of her, Chu Lan narrowed her eyes.
"I can do it." Zhang Qingjiu raised the corner of his mouth and stood up to get out.
At this moment, the sky and the earth were spinning, and everything went dark.
A pair of strong arms firmly wrapped around her waist. Before Zhang Qingjiu fell into coma, he vaguely heard a silent sigh coming from above his head...
"Your Highness." When Chu Lan took Zhang Qingjiu out of the carriage again, Feng Zhi frowned and finally said without restraint: "Come down..."
Before he finished speaking, he cast a cold look.
Feng Zhi was startled and immediately lowered his eyes, "It was my subordinate who overstepped."
Huo Wu was rushing to the door of the house when she saw Chu Lan holding someone in her arms from a distance. Her eyelids suddenly jumped fiercely, her steps accelerated a bit, and finally she used all her Qinggong skills.
Although the man's face was covered by a brocade robe and his face could not be seen, who else but Zhang Qingjiu could be treated like this by His Highness the Crown Prince?
"Xuan Shangguan Palace." Chu Lan walked to Huo Wu, left a few words and continued walking towards his palace.
Huo Wu's eyelids twitched again, his brows furrowed fiercely, and he didn't dare to delay any longer, and fully activated his Qinggong.
Finally, Shangguan Que was half-carried into Chu Lan's palace by him.
Shangguanque originally thought that he was so anxious because something happened to Chu Lan, but when he arrived, he realized that he had guessed wrong.
But looking at His Highness the Crown Prince's face, it doesn't seem to be any better than if something happened to him.
This is the third time Shangguanque has diagnosed Zhang Qingjiu’s pulse.
Three times, each time different.
And this time...
"How could that happen?" Shangguanque's eyes suddenly widened.
Chu Lan frowned, "How?"
"Weichen will check again." A layer of cold sweat broke out on Shangguanque's forehead.
The person on the bed looked pale, with a trace of bright red blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain.
Shangguanque diagnosed her again for a while, then suddenly knelt down with a "pop" sound, "Your Highness, Sir Xiao Zhang's pulse is weird, I, I, I have no way of knowing her current situation."
How was he going to tell Chu Lan that the life of this person lying on the bed was like water from a flood, draining away quickly?
Chu Lan's eyes darkened, and he said almost word by word: "Shangguan Que, you are so cool."
Shangguan Que thought that no matter how he looked at it, it was like this. Unless there was some miracle, this person might not be able to last three hours.
Gritting his teeth, Shangguanque took a deep breath and said, "Your Highness, Mrs. Xiao Zhang must have suffered serious internal injuries, with her heart and lungs damaged. Rong Weichen will first prepare a potion for her to take."
Chu Lan looked at him deeply and waved.
After Shangguanque left, Chu Lan slowly turned around and sat down.
He had seen too much of this woman's cunning, wit and bravery, but he had forgotten that she was just a weak woman in her teens.
That weak, boneless hand lay quietly in his palm, cold and fragile, and no longer made any fuss when tugging on his sleeve.
Chu Lan didn't know how long he held it. It wasn't until footsteps came from the door again that he slowly stood up.
Perhaps because he held it for too long, he didn't realize that when he let go, his cold fingers had become warm.
Shangguan Que walked in while carrying the medicine he had just cooked, thinking that if it continued like this later, he might have to find reinforcements, otherwise he was afraid that he would not survive the trip out of the Prince's Mansion.
Shangguan Que felt sad for the "doctor" when he thought that he, the imperial doctor who was originally sent to take care of the prince, might end up because he failed to save the person the prince cared about.
Seeing Chu Lan taking the medicine without saying a word, Shangguanque raised his eyebrows and sighed in his heart. If he really died at the hands of a person who "let His Highness the Crown Prince personally handle the medicine", it seemed like...
It makes sense.
However, when he checked his pulse again, something strange happened again.
The corners of Shangguanque's mouth twitched.
If there was an illusion last time, it will definitely not happen again this time!
This person is definitely different from ordinary people!
"Your Highness." Taking a deep breath, Shangguanque let go of Zhang Qingjiu's wrist and looked at the bowl of soup in Chu Lan's hand that he had used a whole thousand-year-old wild ginseng in. His expression was unprecedentedly complicated, "This... you don't need to feed it.
Already."
"What do you mean?" Chu Lan's pupils trembled, and the fingers holding the bowl tightened.
Shangguan Que was startled and immediately realized that Chu Lan had misunderstood what he said. He immediately waved his hand and explained, "No, Wei Chen means that Mr. Xiao Zhang is a lucky man and has nothing to do. There is no need to drink this decoction anymore."
"Is everything okay?" Chu Lan was stunned.
"Yes." Seeing Chu Lan looking straight at him, Shangguanque had no choice but to put his fingers on him again, "Master Xiao Zhang is full of vitality in his body, and his pulse is good and strong. He will be fine after a sleep."
He really couldn't touch Zhang Qingjiu anymore. If he continued to do so, he was afraid that he would doubt that all the skills he had learned over the past decades were in vain.
Even if she does weird things in front of them and steals people from the king of hell, why is she so weird herself?
Hearing Shangguan Que's confident answer, Chu Lan's tense expression gradually relaxed. When he calmed down, he realized that Zhang Qingjiu was indeed very different at this moment from when he first returned home.
"Go back." Chu Lan narrowed his eyes and nodded towards Shangguan Que.
"Your Highness, this..." Shangguanque's mouth twitched and he looked at the bowl in Chu Lan's hand.
Chu Lan raised her eyebrows.
The corners of Shangguanque's mouth twitched and he was almost ready to cry without tears: "Wei Chen resigns!"
That was the ginseng he had held onto for ten years, and it was just wasted...