The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yun Shirou lay on the grass with her arms and legs spread out, her face buried in the ankle-length grass.

It had rained heavily last night, so the ground under the long grass was still wet. She raised her head, and her once well-dressed face was now covered with dark yellow wet soil, the golden hairpin on her head was askew, and her once clean clothes had become filthy.

Yun Shirou's scream was so sharp and bright that it reached the sky and scared everyone.

When the maid reacted, she hurriedly helped Yun Shirou up. The prince looked at the dirty Yun Shirou and retracted his hands that he had originally wanted to reach out.

Yun Shirou was supported by a maid, her face was fierce, and she shouted: "Yun Mujiu, what's wrong with your broken yard! You..." Bitch! Before she could say the word "bitch", Yun Shirou suddenly realized that the prince was beside her, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Seeing the prince frowning slightly, she quickly covered her mouth and forced herself to look at the prince with red eyes: "Your Highness, Yun Mujiu likes the grass in the yard so he has never trimmed it. It was dark just now and I didn't see the road under my feet so I slipped. I was in a hurry and shouted like this. I hope Your Highness will understand."

The prince had always thought that Yun Shirou was a lady from a famous family, gentle, elegant, simple and innocent. He did not expect Yun Shirou to shout subconsciously and use such a tone and words, which frightened the prince, who usually had a bad temper.

Prince Shuangmu showed a hint of contempt, but it was already dark and no one else noticed.

The prince nodded and consoled her, "Shirou, I'm glad you're okay. You've been busy today, so you should let the maid help you down to rest. I'll come to visit you another day."

After saying that, the prince did not look at Yun Shirou again, but hurriedly left with his guards. Yun Shirou also noticed that something was wrong with the prince, but she could not say anything more.

She hated it so much! The damn Yun Mujiu would always cause trouble for her! The rotten grass in a broken yard caused me to fall and embarrass myself in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

Yun Shirou stood up, turned around and looked towards Yun Mujiu's bedroom. Her almond-shaped eyes seemed to spit out vicious sparks as she stared at Yun Mujiu. Then she cursed the maid a few times for being "stupid" and turned away angrily.

Although Yun Mujiu had already left the door, people outside could not see her. But Yun Mujiu knew what was going on outside. She smiled lightly, and the heavy mood she had originally felt after traveling through time was also relieved.

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In a large and quaint dormitory, a tall man in black was lying on the bed.

He wore a golden mask, his eyes were tightly closed, his lips, which were neither too thick nor too thin, were tightly pursed, and his slender, jade-like hands were exposed outside the quilt, and the new knife marks on his hands were like tiny flaws on the white jade.

There was another man standing nearby. He was of sturdy build with rugged features. His sharp eyes and dark eyebrows showed his martial arts temperament.

He was wearing silver armor and a black robe, and had the fierceness and murderous aura of years of fighting and killing. He spoke hurriedly:

"Wei Bai, what should we do if the prince hasn't woken up for so long? On the way back to Beijing, we encountered several ambushes and sneak attacks from assassins, and there were traitors in the team, so we were caught off guard by them. After we got separated from the prince, when we found him again, we found that his leg injuries had worsened and he was unconscious. Now it has been almost four hours, why is the prince still not awake?"

On his right was a man wearing a light green straight-collared robe, a wide belt with moon-white auspicious cloud patterns around his waist, a fox fur cape embroidered with green bamboo, and a green jade crown to hold up his flowing black hair. He had regular features, a dignified appearance, and sparkling eyes, looking like a well-mannered young man from an aristocratic family. This man was Wei Bai.

Wei Baishuang looked at the unconscious prince, unable to hide his extreme anxiety and impatience.

He lowered his voice, his lips trembling slightly as he spoke: "Wei Song, I don't know what's going on. But Du Ziheng's medical skills are always good. He has diagnosed the prince and asked him to drink the medicine he prescribed. We just follow Ziheng's words and wait patiently. The prince has survived so many dangerous moments, and he will definitely be able to do it this time. We don't need to be too anxious and worried."

Du Ziheng, who was standing by, rolled his eyes at Wei Song unhappily after hearing this, and pouted his lips, saying, "Fortunately, Wei Bai arrived in time, and most importantly, someone stopped the bleeding in the prince's legs in advance, and used medicine to temporarily suppress the toxins in the prince's body. Otherwise, no matter how great a doctor is in the world, it would be difficult to save the prince's life. Now the prince is just too weak to wake up yet. I'll make a soup for him later, and he should be fine after drinking it."

Du Ziheng is the direct disciple of Du Digu, the best pharmacy in Zhongyue Kingdom. He has superb medical skills and is in no way inferior to the chief imperial physician of Zhongyue Palace.

He is over twenty-two years old this year. Although he is not very old, he has excellent medical skills. However, he only follows the unconscious prince because the prince is his savior and gave him the opportunity to move on from his past that he could not bear to look back on.

Du Ziheng has delicate features and his dark brown eyes are like pure amber, always revealing a childlike innocence and sincerity. He usually has a smile as bright as the sun, but now it looks a little solemn.

He paused, and narrated solemnly: "Your Highness defeated the Western Barbarians who had attacked our dynasty during this expedition. On the way back to the court after receiving the letter of surrender, he was attacked by the court, the stubborn remnants of the Western Barbarians, the assassins of the Southern Thailand, the spies of the Northern Han Kingdom, and even an unknown dark force. Although Your Highness had long expected that there would be injustice on the way back to the capital, the conspiracy of these four countries to assassinate the regent of a country is an unprecedented absurd thing in history!"

"Wei Song, the prince has warned you to be calm and cautious at all times. When you learned that the troops led by the prince were destined to encounter many setbacks along the way, you should not have rushed to rescue them when the rear troops were ambushed and scattered. In fact, the enemy mainly attacked the prince in the front. Although the prince was injured and poisoned on the battlefield, this ambush greatly aggravated his condition."

After hearing this, Wei Song's usually serious and tough expression began to waver. His face and ears suddenly turned red, and he looked ashamed and guilty.

Wei Bai turned to look at Wei Song and said earnestly: "Wei Song, you have always been the prince's personal general, and you must learn a lesson in the future. The top priorities now are to first identify all the people involved in the sneak attack, and second, to heal the prince at all costs, especially the prince's leg."

Wei Bai is worthy of being the prince's right-hand man, acting as a counselor, while Wei Song acts as a warrior.

The two were born alone and helpless. The prince found them when they were young and kept them by his side. Although they were in a superior-subordinate relationship, they had long been like family. Du Ziheng was framed and driven out of Duti Valley a few years ago. It was the prince who saved his life and took him in.

Wei Song nodded, and at this time Du Ziheng exclaimed in surprise.

"Look! The prince's hands are moving, and his eyelashes are moving!"