Chapter 338:

In the East Palace, bowl after bowl of steaming black concoction was brought into the room, and basin after basin of dirty water was brought out.

"Ahem..." The prince calmed down his breathing a few times, then he took the bitter-looking medicine without hesitation and drank it in one breath. The next moment, he couldn't help but spit it out again. This time, the medicine he had just swallowed was When the potion was spit out, it was mixed with blood.

When the second prince, who was walking around anxiously at the side, saw this scene, he became furious: "Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!"

The room full of imperial doctors, maids and eunuchs all knelt down in an instant, lowering their heads and not daring to say anything, not even daring to say a word of apology.

Those gray-bearded imperial doctors are sweating profusely. They are really unlucky. They are about to retire. The emperor and the prince are no longer able to survive. In this situation, the head on the neck really can’t be kept for long...

Originally, the emperor was dying, but they still thought that the prince was reasonable, and with his persuasion, they might be able to save their head, and then happily start the next reign.

When the emperor began to get better, they thought, that’s okay. The emperor would not die for a while, so they had done something good, and at least they could survive for a while...

In the end, the prince was dying!



The prince pressed his hand, coughed a few times, and then advised: "Second brother, don't be anxious. I know this illness well, and everyone has done their best."

The second prince snorted, flicked his sleeves, and started to turn around again, seeming very angry.

The palace people then stood up one after another, and another bowl of medicine was brought. The prince waved his hand and stopped drinking.

The prince smiled slightly: "After drinking, I vomited, and after vomiting and drinking, I felt even worse. My body is like a tattered bamboo basket, and I can no longer hold the medicinal soup."

"But... you..." The second prince spoke for a long time, but could not say anything else, because what the prince said was true.

“I’m going to catch Chen Muxue. They must have a way to attack the Dingmen!” The second prince said, turning around and leaving.

“Are you still arresting her?”

The second prince was stopped by Yan Luan. He had walked to the door, but was dragged back by her.

Yan Luan actually behaved normally in front of the prince. He was no longer like before. Instead, he saluted and asked seriously: "Your Highness, the prince."

"Brothers and sisters, you don't have to be polite...ahem..." I don't know if he said too many words, but the prince coughed and was out of breath. The palace people watched with fear, fearing that he would die in the next second.

The second prince was so anxious that he dared to break away from Yan Luan's hand. The latter glanced at him sideways and grabbed him again. This time it was not just his sleeves, but also the skin of his arms. The second prince's face turned green, but he was stunned. There was no sound.

"You're at your level. Let's go. Let alone Chen Muxue, I'm afraid that little tiger can beat you to the point where you can't find your way. I've already sent people to invite them to come with a good voice, can't you be smarter?"

Hearing this, the second prince smiled and flattered her: "My wife is very considerate. If you marry me like this, what else do you want from me?"

“Oh, I hate it~ I’m so embarrassed to say such words in front of His Highness~” Yan Luan suddenly showed his true nature, and punched the second prince’s chest with a small fist.

So when Chen Muxue arrived, she saw the prince lying sickly on the bed, and the second prince lying on the couch with his face flushed. "This...slave hasn't been hitting people hard recently. I'm a bit unskilled and can't control my strength well, hee hee~" Yan Luan explained, patting her head playfully.

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