97 Qing Bo Wen / Fei Ma Xiang Shan

  Luxurious brocade was laid on the dragon bed surrounded by three silk screens, each screen carved with nine dragons. The appearance of the dragons was different from one another, and every dragon was carved to be vividly lifelike. However, they shared a common characteristic: all were in the state of rising clouds and driving fog. Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that this fog was not carved but real. Water vapor rose gently from beneath the jade stone at the bottom of the dragon bed, forming misty clusters filled with a rich fragrance - the water from the nine-dragon pool flowing underground through the palace.

  The enchanting colors of the misty atmosphere filled the room, which was surrounded by layers of silk curtains. This could be said to be the most luxurious room in the entire Dongling imperial palace, even more so than the emperor and empress's grand wedding chamber. Countless pieces of furniture were made from gold and jade, with floors inlaid with the country's most precious glass-like transparent jade. The various embroidered fabrics spread out on the dragon bed were extremely exquisite craftsmanship and mysterious materials, which had a special property that when exposed to the misty vapor of the Jiulongchi, they would become completely transparent, as if they didn't exist at all, yet still seemed to cover everything, making everything in this place even more ethereal and dreamlike.

  This room, located in the deepest part of the Moon Chamber Palace's underground palace, is the center of the Jiulongchi. In fact, it was also said to be the bridal chamber of the founding emperor and empress of this country. However, generally speaking, an emperor would not choose this place as a private residence for women. This is because, according to legend, the founding emperor of this country had only favored one woman in his lifetime, that being the empress. As for the specific reason, it was a secret hidden by each generation of Eastern Mausoleum Emperors.

  Now, Li Zimo is said to have a favorite woman named Gong Qianshuai. However, he had never brought any woman here before. Today, he suddenly brings his beloved woman here, and no one knows the reason.

  Li Shunde and Liu Gugu, who were waiting outside, only knew that the voice of Hua Xiyue that night was unprecedented in history. They had never heard such a sound before. The cry was not only filled with crimson color that made people's faces blush, but also mournful and desperate, as if something was strangling her life, threatening her vital energy. Those weak and shrill cries for help were no different from the hopeless and despairing cries of a criminal on the gallows at the moment of death.

  Everyone who listened felt their heart being tightly grasped, unable to breathe for a moment.

  Liu's aunt could imagine that if things continued like this, the palace master would probably be dead by dawn.

  They were standing in a place that was not only hundreds of feet away from the innermost part of the palace where Huayexuan was, but also separated by countless folding doors and thick silk curtains. Without the permission of the highest-ranking dragon master in the palace, who would dare to take such action?

  It seems that tonight, the dragon's mood is strange to the extreme, making everyone feel like they've eaten their own heart, restless and uneasy.

  Listening to Huayexuan's breathing sound, it was like the last breath of a dead person, slowly withdrawing into the depths of the underground palace.

  Liu's heart still hadn't calmed down, because after a night, she already knew that this silent moment represented the precursor to an even more intense scream. Then, wave after wave, it was clear that the real climax had yet to arrive. By the time the true climax arrived, perhaps even the young master of the palace would lose his life.

  Along with Liu Gu Gu, several palace maids who were loyal to Hua Yu Yan all knelt down and prayed for their master to safely pass this calamity.

  Li Shunde wiped the sweat from his sleeve, but he was thinking that if the palace master really died, then their own master would probably go even more crazy. It's likely that this palace master isn't going to die, but rather their own master has decided to take the life of the palace master.

  No matter how outsiders speculate, in the mysterious room deep within the underground palace where the founding emperor and empress once stayed, a plain white dragon robe floats gently in the air like wispy clouds, while the man's three thousand black silk strands flow behind him like flowing water.

  After a long and loud belch, the dragon robe gently swept across, and he sat back on the dragon bed.

  She fainted again, just half a stick of incense, and she fainted again.

  This made him frown heavily, forming two great mountains that pressed down heavily on the woman lying on the dragon bed.

  Thin golden brocade, covering the woman's body, yet it is as if transparent and invisible, making the woman's slender and delicate figure seem to appear vaguely in the mist, that enchanting and seductive charm.

  The woman moved slightly in the silk fog, and her limbs were tightly wrapped around the joints by the silk cloth that came like seaweed. Her eyebrows were furrowed, representing that she was like a drowning person, being bound by the seaweed, and was about to sink into the deep water of no return.

  Layer upon layer of silk bound the woman, like heavy chains weighing down on her every breath, making it increasingly heavy and urgent.

  She gasped, her delicate lips puffing out with each breath, her tightly closed eyelashes fluttering rapidly. Her limbs convulsed violently as if trying to curl up like a shrimp, but were held firmly in place by the four corners of the gauze. The hand that reached towards her chest, its icy fingers, met no resistance and slid smoothly into her cleavage.

  Ouch!

  Her lips, bitten hard, immediately overflowed with crimson blood, only to make her originally emotionless thin lips instantly plump and crimson, fresh and tender to the point of being like a peach that made people want to take a bite right away.

  For this, Mo Rou took a deep breath after a flash of darkness, and the fingertips that had been inserted into her chest slowly penetrated deeper. Her body then violently twisted. In fact, it was only at the moment when he inserted his fingers that she felt pain, but after inserting his fingers, there should have been no more pain. However, in the end, it was still a hand that had horizontally inserted into her body to probe for her soul, how could it let every cell in her body scream and be terrified?

  Huā Yùyán was panting heavily, her eyelids were as heavy as a mountain pressing down on her, sweat pouring out of her head and body like a tidal wave, and this had been happening countless times since last night. After so many confrontations with him, her life was already as thin as silk, almost exhausted.

  How could she have thought of it?

  Yes, she had never thought of it. Because even if he came to Jiulongchi, he really hadn't heard of this place before. This is a place where even Empress Hu dare not speak a word. She originally only thought it was mysterious, until now, she knew that this was a place that could make any woman feel desperate. At least for her, who didn't understand emotions and didn't know what love was, locking up her own emotions to the point where she herself didn't know where they were, this place specifically designed for people to take away emotions, was no different from an execution ground.

  In an instant, she felt his icy fingertips sink deeper into her. A helpless shriek escaped from her throat.

  Her eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and she could see her body twisting and struggling helplessly, her weak voice piercing his heart's most vulnerable soft spot. However, he couldn't afford to be softhearted anymore, as the sky was already breaking dawn after a night of probing. If he still couldn't grasp her emotions, this Nine Dragon Pool's palace would be locked for twelve hours, and if he couldn't extract her emotions, the lustful water here would drag her underwater, leaving her with only one dead end.

  Her eyelids closed, her fingers tightly grasped the restless body of the seven souls and six spirits that were escaping everywhere. Each time she caught one, she had to carefully caress and probe it to see if it was the emotional spirit.

  Her heart was full of love. It should have been the easiest to distinguish, as it wasn't a pale color but a bright red like blood. However, among her seven souls and six spirits, every color was present, except for that most passionate red.

  Heartless and ruthless woman, her blood is cold, her heart is also cold, colder than him.

  In that instant, a pang of pain floated in his chest. He didn't know why, but it was probably because she had a colder heart than he did. Why, after he treated her with such care and detail, did she not open up her heart to him? It left him with no choice but to take the most ruthless approach to seize her emotions. Because he couldn't bear to watch anymore, in case one day she would leave this world just like that time, without any lingering attachment.

  Only someone who has never loved, never felt emotions, and a heartless woman can do something as fearless of death as this. People living in this world, as long as they have love and attachment, will ultimately not be able to achieve her level of indifference and ruthlessness.

  He just wants her to become a woman with charm again and be his woman.

  Why?

  Why is her heart so cold? His heart was cold because of his imperial position, what about hers?

  Two icy fingertips pinched deep into her chest, causing her body to convulse violently. A scream was stuck in her throat, unable to escape, as cold sweat continuously broke out on her forehead. After a hoarse moan escaped her lips, she clenched her teeth shut, using all her strength to resist the two fingers inside her chest.

  "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, no, don't, don't take my concubine's..."

  Suddenly, a **thunderbolt-like** strike hit her, making every hair on her body stand up, and the scorching convulsions reached all the way to the soles of her feet. For a moment, the terror and discomfort that gripped her made her eyelids snap open with a slit.

  His eyes narrowed into a slit, and the slightly raised cloud-shaped eyebrows were a kind of heartfelt enjoyment. He was savoring it, savoring the thing that his fingertips had finally pinched onto.

  It's her emotions. Finally caught it. Didn't think it was buried so deep, and it actually reached the deepest part of her vital energy. Moreover, as long as this emotion is slightly moved, her vital energy will fluctuate with it. This is something that others don't have, only Gong Xiuxiu has, it's her unique feature.

  Her emotional soul was truly special, so special that as soon as his fingers slightly touched the surface of her soul, her whole body became like a living shrimp, with her crimson body moving sensually like a snake. Because her emotional soul was different from others and connected to her vital pulse, stirring her emotional soul was equivalent to stirring her vital pulse.

  So, he had to be extremely careful not to hurt her vital energy, but when his fingers touched this emotional pulse, he could feel that there was a layer of shell on its surface, as hard as stone. Therefore, he searched for a long time and couldn't find this emotional pulse, which was completely different from ordinary people and appeared pale and weak. After a slight probe, he didn't know how to remove the white outer shell to reveal the original crimson color of the emotional pulse.

  His fingers had already grasped her wrist tightly. Hua Xixi panted heavily, exhaling clouds of mist, sweat dripping from her forehead into her mouth, hot and scorching. Next, he took her wrist, wanting to do something, she could think of nothing but submission.

  Yes, he wanted to move her. Thus, his cool and icy fingertips suddenly became warm and fiery, stirring her emotions.

  Such actions, undoubtedly, would bind her entire person to the fiery gallows of a burning fire for roasting. The scorching flames that tormented her were not meant to cause pain, but that agony was thousands and millions of times more unbearable than being burned alive by the fire. She was unable to die or live, and could only be roasted and teased like this by him.

  The struggling force, in one night, was almost exhausted, leaving only that remaining thread of breath, but it was ignited by him without emotion, this is to pull her to death, to roast her in the fire.

  She only wants to die at this moment, because she is not afraid of death. What she fears more and more is the scorching fingertips that are about to melt away her emotional shell bit by bit.

  "Your Majesty, Your Majesty——"

  With the last bit of strength in her fingertips, she stretched upwards, reaching out to his calm and peaceful eyes, pleading with him.

  The corners of his lips curved slightly, and he muttered: "I won't be deceived by you like this again."

  Yes, if there were any more doubts, any more suspicions, any more hesitations, as long as he grasped her emotions in his fingers and pinched them gently, he would understand everything.

  This heartless and lustless woman, who knows how many times she had deceived him before, must have been pretending all along. In the past, on their wedding night, when they gazed into each other's eyes with what seemed like deep affection, even when he devoted himself wholeheartedly to her and got her pregnant, she was just putting on an act, pretending to be intimate with him, but in reality, her heart was cold, colder than his. Now that he has realized this, his heart has turned icy, followed by a surge of fury that makes him want to swallow her whole.

  The huge wave in her ink pupils made her apricot eyes widen in surprise, and when she quickly wanted to withdraw her hand, it was already too late. His other hand grasped her wrist like a iron clip, her fingertips uncontrollably being pulled close to his chest, entering into the opening of his heart.

  At that moment, the scorching heat transmitted from his fingertips was like a volcanic eruption, as if doomsday had arrived. That was his anger, his majestic face filled with rage, furious at her carelessness.

  "Your Majesty——" Her wrist was unable to break free, and she could only be pulled by her fingertips deeper into his chest. This made her even more terrified, feeling that the most frightening thing was about to happen to her. She could only frantically retract her fingers while shouting at him, "Your Majesty, I am wholeheartedly devoted to serving you, why are you still not satisfied?"

  "I originally thought it was strange, why the crown prince I gave birth to and raised would be separated from me by a layer of fear. And as for the flower son you gave birth to, he even rejected me from afar. It turns out that this is all because of you, Palace Concubine Su, who has always been afraid of me, treating me like a stranger, rejecting me from afar. Such a person sleeping beside me, how can I not feel chilled? Palace Concubine Su, dare you say whether I treated you with true heart, while you treat me this way?"

  As she let out this angry roar, her fingertips touched a soul that was as hot as a ball of fire. This was her passion, and just by slightly touching her fingertips, it immediately turned into a volcanic eruption of rage that seemed to swallow her whole. However, if only a flame could burn her to ashes, leaving nothing but cleanliness, this raging fire instead tickled her palm with a passionate emotion filled with crimson color, teasing the most sensitive part of her lifeline on her palm, directly connecting to her body, all the way to her heart - boom, boom, boom!

  The deafening heartbeat made her open her mouth and suddenly exhale, on the verge of losing her life.

  As soon as her body touched his chest, she couldn't bear it and softened, his strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, only to feel that the figure in his hands was so weak, like a flower that could not withstand a blow, precarious. Her strength on ordinary days, her will of steel, all became void, she, after all, was just a woman, and a more fragile woman than anyone else.

  She fell into his arms, biting her lip and weakly gasping: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, spare your concubine..."

  She was almost gone, the spark that had been ignited in her palm, connected to her vital energy, and with his fingertips still pinching her emotions, her life was truly going to be taken by him.

  Cold, icy laughter, like a bottomless abyss, flew out of his thin lips and covered her ears. Every word was like a deadly knife cutting into her eardrum: "I won't die, you Gong Yuxin think you can pretend to be dead again, performing the trick of the golden cicada shedding its shell in front of me? I've been deceived by you once, there absolutely won't be a second time."

  Bang, bang, bang.

  His heart was racing violently again, almost jumping out of his chest, exposing the tender redness completely in front of him.

  He leaned in, quickly and accurately capturing her peach-like lips that were as deadly as they were beautiful. Their lips touched, a collision of fire and ice. After gently prying open her tightly closed teeth, a surge of powerful masculine energy poured into her mouth, directly connecting with her eight meridians. The last bit of air she had left, the possibility of death, suddenly became nonexistent.

  Opening her apricot eyes from the edge of the cliff, she saw him in front of her. His plain white robe, which was not to be desecrated, was already open halfway, revealing his sturdy wheat-colored skin and elegant clavicle. The sweat, with a hint of red, had also wetted his plain white dragon robe, making his dust-free face even more enchanting. His originally calm and waveless black eyes, accompanied by the raised cloud-shaped eyebrows, suddenly became like willow leaves dyed with crimson color, enticingly gazing at her, and the rippling water in them was as hot as if it had reflected the scorching sun.

  In his eyes, this flame was going to devour her, swallow her whole.

  Shiver after shiver ran through every part of her body.

  Her almost heartless and ruthless charm, who would have thought, was actually stirring the so-called bloodless man to a deep emotional place. At this moment, his emotions were already uncontrollable. He had to devour her, swallow her charm whole.

  If her emotions were swallowed by him, she opened her eyes wide.

  "Your Majesty!" Li Shunde trembled with fear, from a distance of several hundred feet, and relayed the message to the dragon's face, "Several ministers said they received a secret edict from Your Majesty and have been waiting outside for a long time."

  A dark cloud suddenly flew across his eyebrows, and at this moment, he almost devoured her with his eyes.

  "Let them wait outside!"

  Li Shunde closed his eyes tightly, this was not only touching the iron plate, but also sending himself to the guillotine, he couldn't wait to cut off his own tongue.

  "Your Majesty, if Your Majesty has any official business, I, your concubine, can..." She seized the opportunity as if grasping a life-saving straw.

  "I have no official duties, I only have you now. I said it before, what I want is you, not a concubine." The warmth of his breath brushed against her ear, the last thread of patience snapped, and without needing to endure any longer, he swept her into his arms.

  Her soft body, like a spring water, was helplessly held by him, without even the strength to move, and could only muster her last bit of energy to grit her teeth.

  In an instant, the white robe passed through the layers of curtains, and what appeared in her almond-shaped eyes was the Nine Dragon Pool, also known as the Pool of Sentiment. Now that he had grasped her emotions in his hands, if she were to indulge in intimate contact with him in this pool, the consequences would be too terrifying to imagine, making her entire heart feel chilled, and his massive body seemed to envelop her like a dark shroud.

  Plop.

  He didn't give her a chance to struggle, grabbing her and throwing her into the Nine Dragons Pool again. With the stimulation of soaking in the Nine Dragons Pool water just last night, this time when she entered the pool, the water and her body merged extremely quickly. Her whole body was bound by raging flames of desire, unable to move.

  His fingertips suddenly pinched into her emotional core.

  A fatal scream flew out of her lips and lingered in the misty Jiulongchi, refusing to fade away for a long time.

  Noon

  Li Ji-yao sat in the boudoir of Qi Yunyan in the Qi manor, and whenever she thought about the cries she had heard in the Moon Chamber, her face would flush with embarrassment. No matter how hard she tried to think it through, she just couldn't understand what her imperial brother could have done to make her sister-in-law cry out so miserably.

  Yes, the cry is thought-provoking, but at the same time it's a desperate and desolate sound that sends shivers down one's spine.

  She thought of her mother, Empress Dowager Long, repeatedly warning her that the current Emperor Dongling was a terrifying person. Whoever dared to provoke Li Zimo would be seeking death.

  As for who dares to provoke Li Zimo, Li Jiyao raised her fingers and counted them one by one. It's possible that there is only one person, her own sister-in-law, who dares to do so.

  Qiyun Yan personally brought in a plate of pastries and said to her: "Miss, why don't you have lunch here at the manor today?"

  "Alright." Li Ji Yao quickly helped her and herself arrange their teacups, letting San Qi pour the tea.

  "Didn't we agree to go to Baidi Temple this afternoon?" Qiyun Yan put down the pastry on the table and asked.

  Afternoon? It depends on whether her brother can let go of the queen in the afternoon. However, according to her guess, her brother needs to handle official business. In the morning, wasn't there a line of ministers at the palace gate? Now, she just wants to know if her sister-in-law can escape from her brother's hands alive.

  Li Ji Yao was indeed a naive and romantic person. She thought that as long as her imperial brother Li Zi Mo was fine, everything would be alright. After all, he liked her sister-in-law, but couldn't really do anything about it. So, she picked up a piece of lotus seed paste, put it in her mouth, and said while chewing: "This afternoon... I'll go to the palace to pick up my sister-in-law then."

  It's said that Huayexian is also going to Baidelong Temple, and as Qiyunyan is the Shanggong of Yueshi Hall, it seems there's even less reason to refuse this invitation. Accompanying the master wherever they go is a minister's duty.

  After finishing lunch at the Qi Mansion, Li Jiuyao couldn't wait any longer and got into her sedan chair to head to the Imperial Palace once again.

  In the moonlit room, Liu's aunt wiped her eyes with a handkerchief. Hua Xiyuan, who was finally able to lie on her own bed, had a face that was almost as white as paper, and anyone could see that she had lost half her life.

  As soon as Huayexuan touched her chest, she could feel that the vital energy in her heart was weak and pale. The fingerprints he had left on her skin were still visible, each one making her feel like she was gasping for breath on the edge of a cliff, unsure how much longer she could survive.

  Cough cough cough.

  "Mother." Madame Liu hastily stepped forward and grasped her outstretched hand.

  No one knows what happened between her and him, resulting in him leaving her half dead.

  She's almost lost half her life because of his last blow in the Jiulongchi, where he forcibly split her vital energy into two halves and absorbed one half into his body. He took away half her life, but it's unknown what he plans to do with it.

  The only thing he could feel was his anger, his madness. And he wanted to rip open her heart and devour it.

  He wants her to love him, he wants her to cling to him, like every fawning woman, like pear blossoms, like Jin Suqin, loving him as fire, moving with emotion for him, dedicating her entire soul to clinging to him.

  She can do everything except this one thing, which is unthinkable.

  It's her fault, it's her muddled brain that forgot, as a 95-year-old respected man, he is the most unreasonable and overbearing person in the world, what he wants, must be taken into his own hands.

  Even if she can't afford it, he wants it! Whether she likes it or not.

  So, next, she and he will probably have a long battle ahead of them.

  Cough cough.

  "Help me up, I want to comb my hair." She couldn't lose, from the day she sat on this throne, she should have known that the only one who could threaten her was him, no one else.

  Liu Auntie helped her up. As soon as her feet touched the floor, she felt a little dizzy, and her heart was empty for half of it, cold sweat dripping down. She could only lean on Liu Auntie's body, walked to that dresser, took two deep breaths, those things placed on the dragon and phoenix intertwined dresser, gold hairpins, jade, precious stones, white silver, dazzling, glorious wealth, she could enjoy all her life, but not one of them belonged to her own, they were all given by him.

  "What about the silver hairpin with white plum blossom that I brought from my parents' home when I got married into the palace?" It was her dowry, something she loved to wear every day, but now it's nowhere to be found.

  Liu's aunt glanced at her pale face and finally had to say helplessly, "The emperor has decreed that from now on, everything in this room must be given to Your Highness by the emperor himself."

  Bang.

  The fingertips that lifted the makeup box trembled slightly, and it was unclear whether they were weak, angry, or embarrassed, before falling back down.

  Liu Gu Gu and several others stood behind her, not daring to make a sound. Although no one knew what had happened between her and the emperor, after that, Li Zi Mo clearly showed more favor towards her, which could only mean that the mistress of the Moon Chamber Palace, Gong Yi Xiao, was still sitting very stably, with almost no possibility of being pulled down. So, their lives were still in Gong Yi Xiao's hands.

  I'm just afraid she'll get angry.

  "Whatever." With a slight raise of her eyebrow, she glanced at the group of people behind her who were trembling even more than autumn leaves in the wind. Hua Xiyan let out a soft sigh and said, "Just style my hair into a bun and put it on - as long as he likes it, that's all that matters. After all, they're all gifts from him."

  "Yes." Madame Liu responded, walked forward, took a horn comb, and slowly combed her hair, looking at her still pale face, asked in a low voice, "Do you want to let the Imperial Hospital send an imperial physician over to take a look? Or, notify the Emperor?"

  If her brother were to find out about this, he would likely be so frightened that his soul would also lose half of its vitality. As for the incompetent doctors at Tai Hospital, what can they possibly do?

  Liu Auntie said in a low voice, "Recently, I heard that the imperial envoy brought an apprentice into the palace. This new Dr. Min, although he is a newcomer, may not be skilled in treating external injuries and internal organs, but it is said that he has some experience in treating women's diseases, which is why he was summoned by the imperial envoy to enter the palace."

  This group of imperial physicians in the Taiyi Hospital is quite interesting. In the past, they tried to curry favor with Empress Hu but failed, and ended up making her illness worse. Now, it's possible that after finding out about her situation with Li Zimo and the predicament she might face, they've come up with a clever plan to try to win her over.

  "Oh." Hua Yuexuan's voice was soft and gentle, "Tell me, how skilled is he in treating women's illnesses?"

  Liu's aunt listened to her question, and it was clear that she found Min Wenjing interesting. She carefully told the story: "I heard that last time, there was a palace maid in the inner court who had unstoppable bleeding during her menstrual period and almost lost her life. Dr. Min went there, gave her two light acupuncture treatments, and then administered a dose of medicine, and she immediately recovered."

  How magical?

  Hua Yu Nian wasn't thinking of herself, but rather what Xiao Wu said - after Lu Cui was rescued and brought back, her breathing had been unstable. It's unknown which of the seven souls or six spirits were injured when the holy water was forcibly introduced. Xiao Wu isn't a doctor and doesn't have any methods to treat this. She also can't ask her brother to take a look at Lu Cui's condition. Because Lu Cui's monthly flow seems to have arrived early.

  "Go to Tai Hospital and secretly summon Dr. Min for me according to what you said." Huayu ordered.

  "Yes, I'll go and do it now." After finishing her curtsy, Aunt Liu turned around and left.

  In the Yongning Hall, the emperor changed into his everyday attire for governing, with a neatly arranged hair bun and a jade crown on his head. The jade belt was tightly wrapped around his waist, and his clothes were properly fastened. When he came out to meet the officials, he still had that icy and detached demeanor. After the officials below him finished paying their respects and said "Your Majesty", he swept his robes and sat down in the dragon chair, looking down at the crowd.

  All the ministers did not dare to raise their heads, only using their eyes to steal a glance at Li Zimo's majestic dragon-like face, and they all felt that the current emperor seemed somewhat different from before. That absolutely stunning face seemed to have become even colder by more than three degrees.

  Everyone was frightened and trembling with fear, wondering who had offended the dragon's face today, causing the dragon's mood to seem displeased.

  The palace's majesty was like a hanging precipice, the pale complexion of his face even more so, as if a dark cloud had passed over. It could be guessed that the only one who could truly provoke the emperor's fierce anger was his sister, no one else.

  The emperor summoned several ministers today, including Zhang Ming and a few old ministers and close ministers, to start planning the autumn hunt. This matter of offering sacrifices to ancestors is an annual affair, not just this year. The master is particularly emphasizing it this year because the Empress Dowager from the Moon Palace has returned. This will be the first time the Empress Dowager goes hunting with the emperor.

  "The empress will go. The two princes will also go together." Li Zimo said in a low voice, "So, any slight mistake is not allowed to happen."

  The reason why Longwei's dragon power is particularly emphasized on safety is that previously in the nearby hunting ground, Huajing almost had an accident.

  Lin Xuanji, with his hands clasped behind his back and his head bowed, had a tense expression, his face as pale as frost. It seemed as if he was facing a major enemy invasion. Because of one Huai Yecan, plus two young princes, no matter how you thought about it, this escort mission was fraught with difficulties, unimaginable, more nerve-wracking and unsettling than leading an army into battle.

  Yongning Hall, a group of officials were worried when Liu Gugu brought the newcomer Min Taizhen to the Moon Chamber. During this time, Hua Xiyuan had already ordered someone to carry Qingcui over to her room.

  "Niang niang." Lu Cui's face was even paler than hers, pale to the point of almost having no blood color, but it seemed that this bleeding wasn't a lot either, don't know what's going on.

  Huā Yùyán stroked her palm, feeling one side icy cold and the other scorching hot, as if inner and outer energies were colliding. This situation was far more terrifying than being completely cold or hot. Xiūméi's eyebrows furrowed in concern, thinking that she should have called her brother over earlier. After all, no one knew whether this Doctor Mǐn's skills were truly as divine as Liǔ Gūgu said. Rumors always exaggerated the truth.

  "Miss, Dr. Min has arrived." Liu's aunt came in first to report.

  Hua Yuexuan nodded: "Let him come over and help me take a look at what's going on with my maid."

  Liu Aunt thought she was using Qing Cui to test Dr. Min's skills, so she didn't suspect anything.

  The man who was summoned to come in, wearing a Taifu hospital uniform, may not even have an official seal, and wore no court attire, but rather the clothes worn by the small medicine boys of the Taifu hospital. However, this man's facial features were quite pleasing to the eye, with red lips and white teeth, not to mention his pair of charming eyebrows that had a hint of femininity, soft, clean and beautiful facial features, clear as the mountain stream.

  The palace maid standing in the room, usually sees those handsome men coming and going in the palace, has also seen a lot. However, this one who walked in today is obviously another stunning scenery line. Huayexuan can see several little palace maids immediately blushing with their hearts pounding.

  That's what they call being moved, thought Hua Xixi. Her own heart, unless it was stirred by his fingertips, would be as still as a stone. It wasn't her fault; she had seen too many handsome men since childhood, so how could she easily be swayed? But this young Dr. Min, when he quickly approached her, brought with him a faint, alluring scent that seemed to emanate from his body, a subtle and enchanting fragrance that was reminiscent of some flower's aroma, yet it suddenly stirred something in her chest.

  "Your humble servant Wenjing pays her respects." Putting down the medicine box in her hand, Wenjing knelt down and saluted.

  Huā Yù Yán pressed down on that inexplicable stirring of her heart and said thoughtfully, "Get up. Let's take a look at Lǜ Cuì."

  "I obey your order."

  Min Wenjing walked over to the bedside and carefully took Lü Cuī's pulse.

  The lush green air has already entered with a sigh of relief.

  Min Wenjing finished taking her pulse and turned back to Hua Xiyue, seeming to have something difficult to say.

  Hua Yuexian saw this and had no choice but to ask Liu Gugu and the others to withdraw, saying: "Speak directly. The patient's illness cannot be delayed."

  "I think this patient is very important to Her Majesty."

  "Yes. She is important to me." Huā Xīyàn treats those who are loyal and devoted to her with great care, protecting them to the end.

  "So I think, if Your Highness were to give her away as a wife to someone in order to save her life, I believe she would not resent you in the slightest." Having said this, Wenjing kowtowed.

  Hua Yu Yan understood his meaning after a moment of stunned silence.

  That demon's holy water is also an emotional object, just like the Jiulongchi water. If you get stained with it and can't resolve your emotions, your death will not be far off.

  Huayu's eyes fell, and she closed them. She thought of the maidservants she had trusted most, one by one, all forced to become other people's wives. Those left behind were all like Liu Gugu.

  The fingertips rubbed her eyebrows: "This palace understands. This palace will help her find a good family, and immediately send her out of the palace to complete her life's major events."

  Lu Cui heard her words and her eyes were filled with tears: "Slave, slave is sorry to the princess, originally promised to accompany the princess for a lifetime."

  Huā Yù's face darkened as she secretly pinched her palm, knowing she had to hurry and send her away. Firstly, her life was at stake, secondly, looking at her being trapped by the waters of love would make herself feel stifled too.

  The Jiulongchi scoundrel water, lingering in her body, was reluctant to fade away so quickly. It seemed to want to savor again the pleasure brought by her and his intimate contact, just like that great Wu State sacred water.

  She immediately lifted the green jade and instructed Xiao Wu a few words, then Hua Xiyan covered her chest with her hand, leaned against the chair to catch her breath, and pressed down on the Jiulongchi water.

  Her eyes swept past and saw that Dr. Min was standing there, not leaving immediately. She raised an eyebrow: "Is there anything else?"

  "I see that Your Ladyship's body seems unwell, I dare not leave." said Wen Jing quietly.

  Hua Yu Yan's anger suddenly flared up, this imperial physician of the Taiyi Hospital is simply outrageous, every single one of them has a brain like that Wang Taiyi, stuffed with straw, and they can all see what's going on yet still dare to speak out!

  He picked up the teacup and slammed it down at his feet: Get out!

  Just then, Li Ji Yao entered the palace and arrived at the Moon Chamber Hall. She knew that her imperial brother had released her, so she rushed in without letting anyone announce her arrival to find her. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she heard the sound of a tea cup being smashed, which gave her a big fright. Thinking that Hua Xi Yan was not usually a master who liked to lose his temper, and whenever he did get angry, he would always remain calm and composed, she wondered when he had suddenly lost control. Her eyes scanned the man who had been scolded by Hua Xi Yan with some surprise.

  The man was indeed a handsome face, and she skipped a beat at the sight of him.

  "Your Highness." Wenjing knelt down, still with an unwavering expression, "Please allow me to treat Your Highness's illness."

  This idiot!

  Li Jiya approached her and bowed, saying: "Imperial sister-in-law, what's wrong with your body?"

  Is this little girl silly or intentional?