Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

Chu Xuanchi only felt a sweetness in his throat, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Zhaohua cried out in shock, "Husband!"

Chu Xuanchi smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, Zhao Zhao, I'm fine."

This was not only something he had expected, but was also one of the purposes of his entry into the palace today.

With this mouthful of blood, Emperor Wenzong would feel more at ease with him, and the Prince Yu's Palace would also be able to have peace.

Mo Zhaohua took out his handkerchief with a broken heart and gently wiped away the trace of blood from the corner of Chu Xuanchi's mouth.

Her eyes were cold and her words were firm, "Mother, Zhao Zhao swears that I will take good care of my husband in the future."

Chu Xuanchi reached out to hold her hand, and as they clasped their hands, he rubbed her hand with the ball of his thumb.

"I believe in Zhao Zhao, and my mother will certainly believe it too. Let's go. If we don't want to go to Changle Palace, we can go home."

Mo Zhaohua felt the heat in his hand and her heart tightened. "Okay, mother, Zhao Zhao and her husband will come to see you next time."

It's time to go back. The imperial physician has just written a prescription, and the prescription and medicinal materials have almost been delivered to the Prince's Palace.

After they left Fengluan Palace, the eunuch who led the way went to Qinzheng Palace and whispered in Li Tu's ear for a while.

After listening to this, Li Tuquan waved his hand to let him go, and then reported, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness has gone to the abandoned palace."

Emperor Wenzong's hand froze while he was reviewing the memorial. "I'm afraid he will resent me again if he revisits the old place."

Li Tuquan comforted him, "Your Majesty was able to stay in Fengluan Palace despite the pressure. Your Highness should understand your Majesty's heart."

Emperor Wenzong sighed, "What good will it do if I leave it here? No one has cleaned it, and it has not been maintained or repaired. It has already fallen into disrepair."

Li Tuquan whispered, "That's better than letting them burn it. At least we can keep it as a memory."

Emperor Wenzong ridiculed himself, "Everyone thinks this position is omnipotent, but in fact, I can't even protect the woman I love."

"Your Majesty." Li Tuquan was afraid that he was injured, so he quickly changed the subject, "There is a pool of fresh blood on the ground of Fengluan Palace."

Emperor Wenzong's eyes flashed with pain, "He is being willful again. He knows his own body well, so why would he suffer this stimulation?"

Li Tuquan explained for Chu Xuanchi, "Your Highness is a very kind and filial person. How can you not go when you bring the princess into the palace for the first time?"

Emperor Wenzong's eyes dimmed. "Have someone keep a close eye on the eldest brother. If he dares to attack the fifth brother again, teach him a lesson."

Li Tuquan breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, Your Majesty."

At this time, Chu Xuanchi and Mo Zhaohua had just stepped out of the palace and got on the carriage.

Mo Zhaohua leaned against the wall of the car, sitting face to face with Chu Xuanchi, and saw that his eyes looked a little hazy.

"My dear, you are tired. Please just go to sleep for a while. I will call you when we get home."

"Okay..." Now that he was out of the palace, Chu Xuanchi could let down his guard and no longer had to force himself to act.

The wheelchair was specially made by a skilled craftsman. It has several small mechanisms on it, such as a backrest that can be folded back slightly.

"Are you cold?" Mo Zhaohua found the mechanism and lowered the backrest so that Chu Xuanchi could lie on his back, which would be more comfortable.

"A little bit..." Since she asked, Chu Xuanchi didn't deny it, so as not to be arrogant and end up deceiving her.

"Then my husband, please cover yourself with this robe, it will keep you warmer." Mo Zhaohua picked up the folded robe from the side and unfolded it.

Chu Xuanchi narrowed his eyes slightly and watched her cover him with the outer robe. "Why are there extra outer robes in the carriage?"

Mo Zhaohua was prepared for a rainy day. "I guessed that my husband might feel cold, so I asked Wuying to prepare it before he left."

"Zhao Zhao knows medicine?" Chu Xuanchi thought of how she pressed his abdomen last night and it did relieve his stomach pain.

"I have read some medical books since I was a child. My husband, please go to sleep first. When you feel better, I will tell you in detail."

It’s not that Mo Zhaohua didn’t want to say it, but he had been busy for the whole morning and his body and spirit were no longer able to hold on. How could she bear it?

Chu Xuanchi was unwilling, and propped up his increasingly heavy eyelids, "Zhao Zhao has always been sure that I will get better, is this the reason?"

Mo Zhaohua deliberately didn't answer, "My husband, do you want me to coax you to sleep? Then I'll sing the ballad that my mother sang when I was a child."

Chu Xuanchi pulled the corner of his mouth weakly, "Then Zhao Zhao sing, your husband has never heard Zhao Zhao sing."

"The moon is bright and the wind is calm. The leaves cover the window edges. The crickets are chirping, like the sound of a musical instrument..."

[Note: The lyrics come from the Northeast folk song "Lullaby"]

Mo Zhaohua's voice was light and soft, with a hypnotic feeling. Chu Xuanchi was already extremely sleepy, so how could he bear it?

Before long, he fell asleep to her singing, and in his sleep he unconsciously called out, "Mother..."

***

Royal Palace.

Chu Xuanchi was woken up and sent to the backyard.

The prescription and medicinal materials written by the imperial physician had already been delivered.

But he only prescribed prescriptions for treating internal injuries, not for reducing fever.

Fortunately, there was a doctor in the mansion. As soon as Chu Xuanchi returned home, he came over to see the patient and prescribe medicine.

Wuying took the prescription and immediately wanted Shuying to get the medicine, but was stopped by Mo Zhaohua.

She felt a little strange. "The imperial physician knew that the prince would have a high fever, so why didn't he prescribe a prescription?"

Wuying thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. Maybe the imperial physician knows. The palace physician understands the master's condition better."

"Is this really the case?" Mo Zhaohua felt something was wrong the more he thought about it. He reached out to Wuying and said, "Let me see the prescription."

Wuying was anxious to get the medicine, but he couldn't refuse since the mistress asked him to. He could only hand over the prescription while feeling anxious.

At first glance, Mo Zhaohua thought there was nothing wrong with it, it was just a prescription for reducing fever, but when she looked at it carefully, she made a major discovery.

There were two medicines among them that were clearly better options and could help the patient reduce fever faster, but the court doctor did not use them.

With the vigilance of a doctor, Mo Zhaohua became suspicious of the prescription, "Wuying, is the prescription you wrote before still there?"

Seeing her seriousness, Wuying also took it seriously, "They are all in the master's study. Does the princess want to see them?"

Mo Zhaohua returned the prescription to him and said, "Send someone to get the medicine first, and then go get all the other prescriptions."

This prescription can also be used. In order to avoid alerting the enemy or causing her to overthink, she did not plan to replace the two medicines.

As for matters concerning Chu Xuanchi, Wuying either did it himself or asked other guards to do it.

There would never be any help from anyone else in the process; even something like delivering the prescription had to be delivered to Shuying personally.

Not to mention the matter of getting medicine, Shuying is also responsible for decocting the medicine after getting it, and she cannot leave the patient's sight during the whole process.

After delivering the prescription, Wuying went to Chu Xuanchi's study. All the prescriptions were kept in a small box in the study.

Afraid of attracting attention by holding the box, Wuying took out the prescription and stuffed it into his clothes before going to the backyard.

Mo Zhaohua frowned and carefully examined the prescriptions one by one, "Are these prescriptions all written by the palace doctor?"

Wuying motioned her to look at the mark on the upper right corner of the prescription, "Some are from the court doctors, and some are from the imperial doctors. They are all marked."

The more Mo Zhaohua looked, the heavier his mood became, and his brows furrowed more tightly. "How many doctors are there in total? Who found them?"