He killed someone, she finished him off, even the crazy Marquis was shocked

The situation in the hall was urgent, and Li Siwan didn't care about anything else and hurried in.

The imperial doctors were in a panic, led by Imperial Doctor Fang and Yuan Zheng, and were giving the emperor life-saving pills.

On the soft couch not far away, Song Jingxiao was sitting there, his face pale and bloodless, with blood oozing from the wound on his body. He was obviously seriously injured, but he still stood there, worried about the safety of the emperor.

As soon as Li Siwan came in, he was seen by Song Jingxiao.

"Miss Li?"

Hearing the voice, Li Siwan was about to salute Song Jingxiao, but was stopped by him.

"Miss Li, my father is in critical condition. Go and have a look. No matter what method you use, you must save my father's life. I can agree to anything you want!"

Song Jingxiao's brows were filled with anxiety. He knew Li Siwan's medical skills, so his hope at this moment was placed on Li Siwan.

Li Siwan was about to nod when Fang Yuan seemed to have heard what Song Jingxiao said and rushed out.

"You've come just in time. Come and give me the acupuncture."

Without any extra words and without delay, Li Siwan hurried to the bedside, took out silver needles, and inserted them into the emperor's acupuncture points one by one.

Fang Yuan was good at preparing medicines, but Li Siwan was even better at using silver needles.

She saw the silver needles falling quickly, and every acupuncture point was hit with great precision, which made everyone look shocked and admired.

After she withdrew, Fang Yuan gave His Majesty the medicine, and His Majesty's breathing became smoother.

The color on his face gradually returned. Although he was still pale, he looked much better.

"The pulse has returned."

The imperial physician was extremely surprised. His foot, which had just stepped into the gates of hell, was finally brought back.

When the time was right, Li Siwan quickly removed the needle. The other imperial doctors helped the emperor to sleep, while Li Siwan and Fang Yuan walked out.

"Let's think about the prescription together."

"it is good."

Li Siwan and Fang Yuan came out talking. Song Jingxiao looked worried, "How is Father?"

"Second Prince, His Majesty's life is no longer in danger, but..."

Song Jingxiao's face lit up with joy when he heard that, but he also felt vaguely uneasy.

"what happened?"

Facing Song Jingxiao's question, Li Siwan and Fang Yuan looked at each other, with deep worry in their eyes.

Finally, it was Fang Yuan who spoke.

"Second Prince, the emperor was poisoned. Although the poison has been cured, his body is still weak and his spine is broken. Even if he survives now, I'm afraid he will never be able to stand up again!"

"what?"

"Not only that, His Majesty will have to stay in bed for the rest of his life, and he will have to take medicine every day to keep himself alive. And his life span is limited... Your Highness, please make plans early."

This was also what Li Siwan saw.

He is paralyzed in bed and has no possibility of getting up. Even if he is hanging on to his life, he won’t live long!

Now that the matter has been settled, as the second prince, Song Jingxiao has no need to hide it from him.

Song Jingxiao listened to what Fang Yuan said with a look of surprise on his face.

He stood there in a daze for a long time, staggering back. Fortunately, a palace servant beside him was quick to hold his arm.

"Your Highness, please take care of your body!"

Song Jingxiao took a deep breath, and a deep sense of pity emerged in his eyes.

"Father..."

"Your Highness, we will do our best to treat His Majesty, but I can't say too much about His Majesty's condition. We can only do our best. Your Highness must also take good care of yourself."

As Fang Yuan was talking, Li Siwan lowered his eyes, a hint of mockery flashing across his eyes.

Since ancient times, the merciless emperor's family has been a ruthless one.

Li Siwan didn't believe that these princes really had any feelings for the emperor.

Even the damage to the emperor's spine may not have been done by Song Qiyu.

The fact that His Majesty was not killed directly means that he still has a reason to live.

Now the eldest prince and the third prince have not returned yet.

Now in the imperial city, the only person who has the greatest hope of gaining the emperor's trust at this time is Song Jingxiao.

He also suffered what seemed to be life-threatening injuries in order to save the emperor...

A good game indeed.

In fact, she herself is also a chess piece in this chess game, and she is a chess piece she is willing to be.

Li Siwan couldn't express the feeling in her heart.

She has always just wanted to stay away from disputes, just wanted everything to end so that she can be free.

But now, she is still involved.

From the moment she stayed in the emperor's bedroom, she was afraid that her life would not be peaceful.

I just hope that Song Jingxiao is different.

After all, the good emperor in the original book and Xiahou Su are around, so they won’t make things too difficult for her.

Li Siwan sighed softly, and when he raised his eyes, his gaze met Xiahou Su's in mid-air.

At that moment, she saw a flash of panic in Xiahou Su's eyes.

My heart skipped a beat, and suddenly I understood something.

But she didn't show it and still smiled and nodded at Xiahou Su.

Then he followed Fang Yuan to one side and discussed the treatment method for His Majesty.

After discussing the prescription, Li Siwan continued to give the emperor several acupuncture treatments, observing the changes in his condition.

The Queen has been taking care of the Emperor and has not left. Xiahou Su, on the other hand, has been dealing with the aftermath of the palace coup and has not been seen since.

Another busy night passed.

Only when the sky brightened did Li Siwan's dazed expression regain some clarity.

The emperor's condition has stabilized, so Li Siwan can rest assured.

"Wan'er, go to the side hall and have a rest."

The queen looked at her worriedly, but Li Siwan smiled and shook her head, "I'm fine, but your majesty, you have been guarding all night, you should go and rest first."

"I didn't do anything, but you, you boiled the medicine and gave acupuncture."

"I'm really fine."

As Li Siwan spoke, his eyes involuntarily looked towards the door.

The queen saw through her thoughts at a glance and said, "Let's go and have a look. Young Marquis Su should be in the side hall right now."

"Then I'll go take a look first."

Although I confirmed yesterday that Xiahou Su was fine, I still felt uneasy.

Li Siwan hurried out of the main hall and when he entered the side hall, he saw Xiahou Su sitting at the desk, supporting his head with one hand, and fell asleep.

In the other hand, he held a brush.

How tiring it is!

Li Siwan's eyes were filled with pain and he walked over quietly.

Just as he put his hand on his pulse, Xiahou Su, who was sleeping in front of him, suddenly opened his eyes. His sharp eyes were chilling, like a knife suddenly stabbing into Li Siwan's heart.

Suffocating and cold.

Almost instantly, he grabbed Li Siwan's wrist, controlled her and pinched her throat.

"Asuki?"

Li Siwan's heart skipped a beat, but he stood there without moving.

With a call, Xiahou Su immediately came back to his senses. The murderous look in his scarlet eyes faded away, replaced by panic.

He quickly withdrew his hand, but the force of the attack still knocked Li Siwan off balance.

Seeing that Li Siwan was about to fall, Xiahou Su pulled her into his arms and caught her steadily.

This was unexpected and Li Siwan's heart was beating wildly.

Only after feeling his embrace did she gradually calm down.

"I'm sorry, Wanwan, are you okay?"

There was a hint of guilt in Xiahou Su's slightly hoarse voice. He frowned and checked Li Siwan's body in panic.

"I'm fine, did you have a nightmare?"

The first person Li Siwan was concerned about was Xiahou Su.

Looking at his red eyes, you can tell that he is immersed in a nightmare.

Yes, after experiencing the palace coup and the blood flowing like a river, the death of Song Qiyu reminded people of the extermination of the marquis’ mansion!

Before Xiahou Su could answer, Li Siwan reached out and gently stroked his back.

"It's all over, it's okay!"

Li Siwan's comfort always made Xiahou Su calm down quickly, but the blood on Li Siwan's fingertips startled her.

As far as the eye could see, there was blood oozing from his arms and shoulders.

The wound burst open!