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

Wuying was originally facing the door, but when he saw this, he turned back suspiciously and just in time saw Xiao Yan walking out of the west wing.

He then understood Chu Xuanchi's meaning, and when Xiao Yan walked away, he immediately apologized, "Master, please forgive me, it was my negligence."

Chu Xuanchi did not blame him, "The way the assassin looked at Xiao Yan just now was not right. You should be more careful about him in the future."

His wheelchair was badly broken, so everyone helped him sit on the bed, but the entire west wing was already in a mess.

Fengying's eyes were full of doubts. "But didn't he take the initiative to block the sword for his master? I thought this would eliminate the suspicion."

Chu Xuanchi's expression was solemn. "Just when he was blocking the sword, the assassin's eyes were not right. I would rather be safe than sorry."

The situation was urgent at the time and Mo Zhaohua did not notice these details, but she believed that Chu Xuanchi's judgment would not be wrong.

She asked speculatively, "My husband suspects that Young Master Xiao is related to the assassin tonight, and blocking the sword was just intentional?"

Chu Xuanchi shook his head, "It happened suddenly, I haven't thought about it so much yet, but I always feel that I shouldn't let my guard down."

Mo Zhaohua tidied up his appearance and said, "Then everyone should continue to be on guard. This is a time of trouble, so we should be careful about everything."

Chu Xuanchi looked at the assassin, Lao Qi, who was lying on the ground. "This man was only poisoned by a needle. He will wake up after taking the antidote. Wuying will interrogate him personally."

Mo Zhaohua immediately took out a small packet of antidote and handed it to Wuying, "Husband, let's go to the east wing and ask the palace doctor to come and treat your injury."

There are two palace doctors in Prince Yu's Palace. One will go to treat Xiao Yan's injuries, and the other one can come over. Maybe he is on the way now.

The fact that she knew medical skills could not be made public before Chu Xuanchi stood up. She could examine him first, but she could not prevent the court doctor from coming.

Wuying took the antidote, carried the assassin Lao Qi from the ground and walked out of the west wing, while the others followed Chu Xuanchi and the others to the east wing.

Because there is a bathtub in the east wing, the bedroom space is relatively small and only has a bed, which is separated by two screens in the middle.

Although Mo Zhaohua has bathed with Chu Xuanchi here many times since she got married, they have never rested in the east wing.

Chu Xuanchi sat down on the bed with his clothes on. Mo Zhaohua asked Huaying to guard outside while he checked his injuries.

Yueying reported, "The two who went to Fangfei Garden failed to escape due to their serious injuries and committed suicide by taking poison on the spot. No one was left alive."

In order to avoid being caught and tortured, many assassins would hide poison in their mouths like the death warriors, and then bite it off at the critical moment.

The poison hits the throat instantly, and if it is not stopped in time, the victim will die on the spot. This is what happened to the two assassins, so they could not be stopped.

"Wuying killed two assassins in the courtyard. We killed two in the west wing and poisoned one. The remaining three have escaped."

Shuying made a final summary. Today, ten assassins entered the palace, six died, one was injured, and three escaped. The palace guards suffered countless casualties.

Chu Xuanchi let Mo Zhaohua pull open his clothes and examine him carefully from front to back, inside to outside and top to bottom.

"The palace should have received the news by now, and someone will be coming soon. Tell Wuying to move quickly, so that the palace won't snatch the person away."

He didn't know who sent the assassin, so he couldn't rule out the possibility that it was Emperor Wenzong's men. It was possible that they took the person away in order to silence him.

There are enough people here, so Shuying prepared to leave, "I will go and help. In terms of interrogation methods, I am better than Wuying."

Feng Ying was scratching his head impatiently, and when he saw her putting clothes on Chu Xuanchi, he asked, "Princess, how is the master's injury?"

Mo Zhaohua said calmly, "Fortunately, although there are many injuries, they are only superficial. They will heal after a few days of rest."

He was covered in blood and his face was pale. At first glance, he looked seriously injured, but upon closer inspection, he did not have any serious injuries.

"Is Zhaozhao relieved now?" Chu Xuanchi knew the extent of the injury and had no intention of letting her check it, but he let her do it because he was afraid that she would not believe it.

Mo Zhaohua smiled sweetly, "My husband is more powerful than I thought. With so many assassins, he has never been seriously injured."

Chu Xuanchi sighed softly, "If I don't hide it, how can some people feel at ease? The assassin probably thought I was seriously injured."

Huaying came in and reported, "Master, Princess, the court doctor is outside the courtyard."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xuanchi immediately raised his hand and slapped his chest, which was already wounded by the sword, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Mo Zhaohua was horrified, "Husband, you..."

Chu Xuanchi's face was pale originally due to excessive blood loss, and now that he had injured himself, his face instantly became even uglier and a little gray.

He motioned to Fengying to help him lie down, "If my injury is not serious enough, how can others take this matter seriously? We should make a big fuss."

Mo Zhaohua recalled the events of his wedding. He had intentionally entered the palace with injuries. "Thank you for your hard work, my husband. You are willing to hurt yourself."

Chu Xuanchi sighed helplessly, "Ah... I'm too useless. If I had other abilities, I wouldn't have to resort to such a desperate measure."

As he was speaking, the court physician came hurriedly carrying a medicine box. As soon as he stepped into the east wing, he saw Chu Xuanchi lying on the couch with his eyes slightly closed.

Mo Zhaohua sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes full of worry and tears on her face. These were the tears she had just squeezed out.

Fengying and several other guards also cooperated in the act. They knew that Chu Xuanchi was not seriously injured, but they all acted worried.

Seeing this, the court doctor's heart jumped into his throat. Could it be that His Royal Highness...

He nervously bowed to Mo Zhaohua, then went to the bedside to take his pulse, and only then did he gradually feel relieved.

Although Chu Xuanchi's pulse is weak, his life is not in danger. These people must be so worried because they don't understand medicine.

Mo Zhaohua asked with concern, "House Doctor, how is the prince's injury?"

"The prince's external injuries are not serious, only the sword in the chest is dangerous, but the internal injuries have not healed yet, and he suffered a heavy blow."

Chu Xuanchi had been seriously injured years ago and had been taken care of by him and another palace doctor. According to the orders from above, they dared not let him get better.

Even though they really couldn't cure the legs, the external injuries on the legs could have been healed long ago, and the internal injuries wouldn't be as serious as they are now.

Mo Zhaohua asked again, "Is the prince in danger of losing his life?"

The court doctor replied respectfully, "Not really, but it will take a long time to recover to its previous state."

Fengying acted as if it were real, impatiently asking, "When will the master wake up?"

The court doctor groaned, "I'm afraid it will take at least until tomorrow morning."

Fengying almost couldn't hold back his laughter. The master was obviously pretending to be unconscious, so why did he have to wait until tomorrow to wake up?

Mo Zhaohua said, "Go and get the prescription. No matter what medicine is needed, I will go to the palace to ask for it for the prince."

"Yes, Princess." The court doctor responded and retreated to the main hall to write a prescription.

Hearing his footsteps fading away, Chu Xuanchi opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a triumphant smile.