592 The Queen Manor Is Done (2)
Nangong Li nced at Yan Jiuchao imperceptibly and asked Helian Beiming politely, “Why are you here, General? Do you have something to see my grandfather about?”
Helian Beiming said, “I brought Chao’er to visit his father.”
The word “his father” made Nangong Li clench his fists tightly.
Helian Beiming looked at the Prince Consort and then at the guard waiting at the side with a stretcher. He pretended not to know and asked, “Where are you carrying Prince Yan?”
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He even called him Prince Yan. Nangong Li’s expression could no longer be controlled. “My father is sick. Grandpa has allowed me to bring him back to the manor to recuperate first. He’ll be interrogated after he recovers.”
Helian Beiming nodded and said, “What a coincidence. Chao’er is also here to visit his father. He even brought the most famous divine doctor of the Great Zhou.”
Nangong Li said indifferently, “The Queen Manor has an imperial doctor. There’s no need for the Helian family to worry.”
Helian Beiming said, “Divine Doctor Cui is outside. He’s known for his medicine skills. His ancestral golden needles are superb and can revive the dead. Why don’t we invite him to perform acupuncture on Prince Yan? Perhaps Prince Yan will wake up immediately and don’t have to return to the Queen Manor.”
These words were too much to the Emperor’s liking. The Emperor was eager to execute the crime of the Prince Consort. He wished he could ssh water on him to wake him up. Therefore, before Nangong Li could refuse, the Emperor summoned the revived Divine Doctor Cui to the prison.
The group stood in the aisle as Old Cui entered with the first aid kit.
Old Cui began to treat Prince Yan.
Nangong Li’s gazended on the Prince Consort’s face for a while, then on Old Cui’s hand. In the end, he looked at Yan Jiuchao, who had been calm and silent.
Yan Jiuchao was wearing a ck brocade robe with his hands casually behind his back. He stood tall and handsome, emitting a royal nobility that was difficult to ignore. Be it looks or bearing, Nangong Li was undoubtedly the number one in the world. However,pared to Yan Jiuchao, even he had to admit that he was inferior to this infamous invalid.
Jealousy corroded Nangong Li’s heart. He was better than Yan Jiuchao. Yan Jiuchao was ignorant and ipetent. He was rich in knowledge. He had grown up under his parents’ care, but Yan Jiuchao had parents and no one to raise him.
Yan Jiuchao was the Princely Heir of the Great Zhou, and he was the eldest grandson of the Emperor of Nanzhao. At the end of his career, Yan Jiuchao was only a prince. He was different. He would be the Emperor of Nanzhao in the future.
One day, he would ruthlessly step on Yan Jiuchao! With this thought in mind, he finally felt relieved.
On the other side, Old Cui’s pulse checkup had also ended.
It was a lie that he could wake the Prince Consort with his treatment. It was true that Old Cui’s medical skills were brilliant, but it was a little impossible to revive a person. Moreover, the Prince Consort’s unconsciousness could not be treated by medicine.
“Aiya,” Old Cui said in surprise. “The Prince Consort’s pulse isn’t right!”
Nangong Li frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Helian Beiming asked.
Old Cui said, “Did he get drugged?”
“What was he drugged with?” Helian Beiming asked.
“Soul Devouring Grass,” Old Cui said.
Nangong Li’s eyes turned cold. “Nonsense!”
Old Cui would not be frightened by him. He had also served the Emperor and his favored concubine in the Great Zhou. During this period of time, he had been forced to serve that little sickly person. He had long developed a steel heart.
Old Cui did not even lift his eyelids. “When did I spout nonsense? That’s clearly what his pulse says. Why? Can’t your Nanzhao’s imperial physician find out?”
Of course, he could not diagnose it. If the Soul Devouring Grass was so easy to diagnose, other imperial physicians would have long discovered it. However, the Soul Devouring Grass would indeed cause an abnormal pulse, but ordinary imperial physicians would only think that it was because the Prince Consort’s body was depleted and would not guess that someone had drugged him.
Nangong Li said disdainfully, “I don’t know where you came from, but you keep saying that the Prince Consort got someone to nt the Soul Devouring Grass. I think you want to cause trouble for no reason and nder the Nanzhao Royal Family.”
“Can’t we just check if it’s nder?” Old Cui said, not giving Nangong Li a chance to react. He took out a withered leaf of the Soul Devouring Grass and quickly pricked the Prince Consort’s fingertip with a golden needle.
“You…” Nangong Li couldn’t even stop him in time. He saw the Prince Consort’s blood drip on the leaf, and the withered leaf instantly turned blood red.
Nangong Li’s expression changed.
Old Cui looked at Imperial Physician Bai and said, “You’re an imperial physician, you should recognize this thing, right? It’s fine if you don’t recognize it. Call everyone from your Imperial Physician Bureau over and let them recognize it. See if this is the dead leaf of the Soul Devouring Grass, and if only the medicinal properties of the Soul Devouring Grass can make it blood red?”
Imperial Physician Bai was speechless. He had never expected that the other party would really have a divine doctor.
The Emperor had also heard of the Soul Devouring Grass. It was a medicine that could treat injuries. In the early years, when Bull Egg was fighting for Nanzhao, he had used this medicine a lot. However, because it could confuse one’s mind, he had to be very cautious when using it.
The Emperor looked at Nangong Li with an unpredictable gaze.
Old Cui said, “Aiyaya, you have ill intentions! You drugged Prince Yan! Prince Yan was kidnapped by you and deceived for so many years!”
Nangong Li said coldly, “Nonsense! We didn’t! Father and Mother like each other and are sincerely together!”
Old Cui rolled his eyes. “Then why did you drug him!”
Nangong Li’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat. He braced herself and said, “Father… was injured a few days ago and sprained his ankle. Imperial Physician Bai, did you give Father the Soul Devouring Grass at that time?”
Imperial Physician Bai thought about it and quickly echoed, “If the Princely Prince didn’t say so, I would have forgotten. This is indeed the case. I’ve repeatedly instructed the Prince Consort not to wipe it after his injuries recover. I think the Prince Consort used too much or identally ate it, causing the residue of the medicine in his body.”
Old Cui dug his ears and said, “I heard that the Prince Consort forgets some things from time to time?”
Nangong Li said seriously, “That’s because my father was injured in order to save my mother back then. Not only was his face damaged, but he also had a root of illness.”
Old Cui chuckled. “Are you sure it’s not because of the Soul Devouring Grass?”
Nangong Li wanted to kill this old man! Nangong Li clenched his fists and said, “How is that possible? My mother won’t drug my father!”
“Oh,” Old Cui said sarcastically.
Nangong Li turned to the Emperor and said, “Grandpa, let me bring Father back to the manor to recuperate as soon as possible. When Father wakes up, won’t the truth be revealed if we ask him?”
Old Cui mocked, “Haha, feed him another bowl of Soul Devouring Grass and lie to him again?”
Nangong Li was so angry that his heart ached!
The Emperor frowned deeply.
Yan Jiuchao, who had been silent for a while, suddenly looked at Nangong Li and said indifferently, “I’m worried about leaving my father to you.”
Nangong Li gritted her teeth and said, “He’s the Prince Consort of Nanzhao now!”
Yan Jiuchao said indifferently, “Did I admit it? Did the Emperor and Empress of Great Zhou agree? If she doesn’t get Princess Consort Yan’s jade te, your mother will only be a concubine. As for you, you’re only a bastard son. Don’t interrupt in front of your legitimate brother.”
“You!” Nangong Li was about to explode!
“Shut up!” The Emperor was also furious. Yan Jiuchao’s words had simply scolded him too. The dignified Emperor of Nanzhao actually taught a daughter who was a concubine. He had embarrassed his ancestors! “Before everything is revealed, he will still be the Prince Consort of Nanzhao, send him back to the Queen Manor.”
Nangong Li smiled smugly.
“Princely Heir Yan will personally take care of him.”
Nangong Li’s smile froze on his face. What did it mean to be personally taken care of by Princely Heir Yan? Could it be that Yan Jiuchao also wanted to move into the Queen Manor?
Nangong Li: “Grandpa!”
“Hubby! We’re done packing!” Yu Wan stuck her head out from the end of the passageway. She was carrying a big bag. Behind her, the three little ck eggs also carried their small bags.