On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

Just when everyone thought everything was going in the right direction, Xiangqin continued to poison people at midnight.

The next morning, Pei Yuzhu's itching had improved significantly and the rash was also showing signs of improving.

However, after she had breakfast and drank the Ziyun herb that had been boiled in well water for two hours, the itching on her body began to come back.

And it's more itchy and painful than yesterday's.

When Pei Yuzhu took a mirror and looked at it, the bronze mirror was almost broken into pieces.

Her face was red and swollen, and even her arrogant and domineering eyes were almost turning into slits.

At the same time, several palace maids beside Pei Yuzhu could no longer bear it. They scratched and scratched, and their symptoms were exactly the same as Pei Yuzhu's.

Soon, Dean Zhang was invited again.

He carefully felt Pei Yuzhu's pulse, sighed, and shook his head repeatedly.

"That's impossible. How come the symptoms are getting worse?"

"Could it be that the Purple Cloud Grass is not compatible with the princess's constitution and the princess is allergic to it?"

When Dean Zhang, who had amazing medical skills, said there was no way, Concubine Xiao, Pei Yuzhu and Pei Mochen were completely panicked.

"It's really unlucky to have a rash at this critical moment."

While scolding, Concubine Xiao seemed to be blaming Pei Yuzhu.

Doctor Zhang: "The dampness is too strong. I am really powerless. How about you go to the Imperial Observatory to see if there is any other way?"

Zhang Yuanshi is the cousin of the current Empress. He is an upright and modest man, and his medical skills are also quite impressive.

Therefore, when a doctor advises a patient to place his hope on superstition, it means that the patient is basically incurable.

Even the Imperial Court historian has no way to cure her, so is there anyone in the entire Dafeng Kingdom who can cure Yuzhu's evil wind disease?

Concubine Xiao's fingers were almost pinched by her, she was so unlucky, Di Xiuyan was about to come back, but Zhu'er got into such a mess.

She even had a vague suspicion that Pei Yuzhu had tortured and killed too many palace maids, and perhaps the wronged souls came to seek revenge.

At this time, Pei Yuzhu's miserable cry came again:

"I'm dying. What's going to happen to my face? I'm going to be disfigured. It's itchy. Mother, brother, you might as well give Zhu'er a knife."

It was obvious that Concubine Xiao had Pei Yuzhu's hands tied up again.

Pei Yuzhu couldn't grab with her hands or scratch with her fingers. The itch was so deep that she even wanted to die.

Xiao Rong cursed fiercely: "Don't make trouble, I and Chen'er will definitely be able to cure you."

Pei Mochen was relatively calm. He ordered his men to find all the famous doctors in the city and the suburbs and gave them large sums of money in the hope of curing his sister's chronic illness quickly.

However, famous doctors came one after another. They were all confident before coming, but they all looked worried when taking the pulse.

"Our skills are not very good, I hope Your Majesty will forgive us."

The doctors felt Pei Yuzhu's chaotic pulse and didn't even dare to accept the consultation fee, and were anxious to get away.

Pei Mochen did not take his anger out on others and still paid the medical fee.

His eyes became darker and darker, and he had no choice but to invite the Imperial Observatory and a shaman to try to see what God's will was.

Obviously, all efforts were in vain.

Because Pei Yuzhu's rash was not caused by dampness and heat at all, but by poisoning.

This poison is called "Lotus of the Valley" and is carefully brewed from various precious poisons.

The person who made the medicine was Mu Wanyan's master, Taoist Master Zi Yu. The medicine is colorless and odorless, and it is difficult for people to detect poisoning.

Pei Yuzhu was forced to drink a calming soup, and she finally calmed down and fell asleep.

Pei Mochen and Concubine Xiao stayed up all night, as anxious as ants on a hot pan, unable to sleep or eat.

……

That night, at the hour of Chou, Xiang Qin, who was as light as a swallow, came again to give the medicine.

This time, she took two packets of medicine powder.

One can imagine what the scene inside the Eternal Dream Palace was like the next morning:

This time, not only Pei Yuzhu, but even the palace servants who were usually tough and thick-skinned could not help it.

They all cried and screamed, their bodies were swollen and itchy, and they wished they could bang their heads against the palace wall and die.

The white jade paste no longer had any effect at all. Pei Yuzhu's face was swollen like a pig's head and she had lost her former charm.

The shaman jumped around in the room, sprinkling some "holy water" on Pei Yuzhu and the palace maids from time to time. In the end, they were soaked, but there was no apparent effect.

Mu Wanyan took a few bottles of Hanyulan Yue Cream, brought Xiangqin, smiled, and floated to Yongmeng Palace.

Even though she had fully prepared herself mentally, Mu Wanyan almost laughed out loud when she saw Pei Yuzhu's big head that looked like it had been stung by a bee.

I'm so sorry. I didn't expect that after her rebirth, the first person she wanted revenge on would be Pei Yuzhu.

Mu Wanyan suppressed her smile and presented the Hanyulan Yue Cream with concern.

"Sister Zhu'er is suffering. I have a great anti-itch and anti-dampness cream. It is a specialty of Xichang. I wonder if it can help relieve your symptoms?"

"Get lost! Who wants a Xichang woman like you to laugh at me? Who wants to use your anti-dampness cream? I think you would rather I die than be happy."

As soon as Pei Yuzhu saw Mu Wanyan, she turned her head away.

Tears streamed down her face. She didn't want Mu Wanyan to see her miserable appearance.

Concubine Xiao pretended to scold Pei Yuzhu: "Zhu'er, this is too outrageous."

Then, he turned around and said to Mu Wanyan contemptuously:

"Even our Dafeng's Zhang Yuanshi couldn't cure Zhu'er. Wanyan, please don't come here to cause trouble. This palace is upset."

A woman's face is her life, and she couldn't just let Xichang Mu Wanyan joke about Pei Yuzhu's skin.

Pei Mochen stepped forward at the right time and shook Mu Wanyan's hand.

"Wanyan, please go back to Jianjia Pavilion first. I am very busy now. I will come to see you later."

Obviously, no one here takes Xichang's medical skills seriously.

But, this poison was administered by Mu Wanyan.

Mu Wanyan was not angry either. She quietly walked to a palace maid whose face was red and swollen and whose symptoms were exactly the same as Pei Yuzhu's, and slowly squatted down.

He took out the Magnolia Moon Cream and waved it in front of her.

"I want to help you apply medicine to relieve the itching, are you willing?"

The palace servant had scratched his skin from the itch, and his face was bleeding. When he heard that the princess wanted to help him apply medicine, he nodded repeatedly as if he had found a life-saving straw.

"Yes, yes. I am so itchy that I want to jump into a well. Now as long as there is something that can relieve the itch, even if it is arsenic, I am willing to apply it."

She kowtowed to Mu Wanyan, "My goddess, please be kind-hearted and give me some magic medicine quickly."

Concubine Xiao glared at the palace maid unhappily, what a worthless bitch, the girl from Xichang bribed her with a bottle of ointment.

After listening to the palace maid's words, Mu Wanyan nodded gently.

She ordered Xiangqin to get a gauze stick and scoop out a large amount of ointment from the bottle.

Just as she was about to apply it on the palace maid's face, Xiang Qin stopped her.

"Master, the wounds are dirty, so let me help you apply medicine to them?"

Xiang Qin felt sick when she saw the palace maid with blood all over her face. How could she let others defile the princess's hands?

Mu Wanyan waved her hand after hearing this, "No problem, I'll come myself."

Her original target of revenge was Pei Yuzhu, but now she had implicated these innocent palace maids for no reason, and she felt somewhat guilty.

On Pei Mochen's side, when he heard Mu Wanyan say that she would apply medicine to the maid herself, he was shocked and felt as if something was pulling at his chest, making him feel very stuffy.

Why would she be willing to help a lowly palace maid apply medicine?

After all, she is a princess of Xichang State.

How could she not be disgusted by the servant's blood-stained face?

But the next moment, he was deeply shocked by Mu Wanyan's actions.

Mu Wanyan frowned slightly, gently picked up the ointment, and applied it carefully to the palace maid.

Her eyes were always so gentle, without any arrogance or indifference. And for fear of hurting the patient, Mu Wanyan would ask softly every time she applied the cream: "Does it hurt? Tell me if it hurts."

Her voice was like a spring breeze, warm and kind.

It blew onto the palace maid and even passed through Pei Mochen's heart.

The palace maids came forward one by one. Beads of sweat had already appeared on Mu Wanyan's forehead, but she did not feel tired at all and patiently applied medicine to the palace maids.

She was not even aware that the sleeve of her robe had slipped down, revealing half of her jade-white shoulder. She was so beautiful that it was dazzling, and so soft that it was breathtaking.

The more cruel and cold-blooded a man is, the more he can't stand a woman who is kind-hearted at heart.

Pei Mochen's heart was hit hard again, and he felt that he was about to be drunk by Mu Wanyan's tenderness.

That warm, elegant, and virtuous light burned his heart.

Except for Lolo, he hasn't felt this way for a long, long time.

Pei Mochen's heart was beating like a drum.

He seemed tempted.

I feel a little reluctant to kill her...