The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

The sun rises in the sky and the wind blows the clouds away.

The trees were full of swaying red leaves, layer upon layer of inverted burnt red. In a small courtyard surrounded by green bricks, a woman in a moon-white brocade dress was squatting in front of the grass. The autumn crabapple hairpin in her bun was glowing with a faint jade-like luster.

The red flower in his hand had an intoxicating fragrance lingering around his nose. Chu Yizhao plucked a petal, crushed it, and the red juice spread on his fingertips, taking on a blue color.

Chu Yizhao frowned. How could this kind of flower appear in a place where people live, and in such a large patch? When he counted carefully, there were actually hundreds of them, filling half of the flower bed in the courtyard.

Dong Yanwan hurried over with a brocade box, followed by Minister Dong and his wife. When the three of them entered the yard and saw the scene in front of them, they were all stunned.

The man was tall and handsome, with a chubby child lying on his shoulder. His arms were bent to support the child's buttocks. He lowered his eyes and looked tenderly at the woman beside the flower bed. The woman was holding a flower in her hand, thin and pretty, squatting in front of the man's legs, a small ball.

One high and one low, standing in the sunlight, they look like a bunch of small mushrooms planted next to a towering tree.

Why is the Prince of Yue here?

Dong Ruicheng was the first to react, because he found the child in the arms of the evil spirit.

It seems like he is my grandson...

"Your humble servant pays respect to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Wei Xingli raised his head.

"You are here, I will give it back to you"

Dead heavy...

He lifted the ball of flesh in his arms and pushed it forward. Dong Ruicheng hurriedly took it and held it in his arms to examine it carefully.

The purple on the child's face faded a little, but he looked listless and couldn't even hum. Dong Ruicheng frowned and looked at Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen leaned against the hanging flower door, her face full of tears, fine lines at the corners of her eyes bursting, and she looked haggard. She looked at Chu Yizhao with red eyes,

"Ah Ming... you are finally here..."

Her only grandson was in critical condition. She was already weak and fainted upon hearing the sad news.

After waking up, she learned that Chu Yizhao had already arrived at the mansion. She was afraid that her daughter-in-law would embarrass Chu Yizhao, so she hurried over.

Ye Zhen staggered two steps and grabbed Chu Yizhao's sleeve, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

"Ah Ming, please save Chengyou, he is still so young, he hasn't even celebrated his birthday yet..."

"This child was hard-earned, and he was raised with great care. He had never seen a cow, a horse, a cat, or a dog. He even chased away the birds on the branches if they chirped too loudly."

"Why are you so scared..."

As he spoke, tears of sadness rolled down his cheeks. Ye Zhen's voice became hoarse and he could hardly speak.

"Even if that's the case...please think of a way...to let him stay in this world for one more day...okay?"

Patients' family members tend to think too much and talk too much. Before Chu Yizhao could say a word, Ye Zhen had almost decided where to bury his eldest grandson...

"Ugh…"

Chu Yizhao sighed, and Ye Zhen's hand tightened. Chu Yizhao patted her hand helplessly and comforted her.

"Madam, rest assured, the young master is blessed with a long life and will be able to survive this disaster safely."

"real!"

Hearing this, Ye Zhen's listless face burst into surprise, and his body suddenly relaxed, almost falling down. Dong Yanwan hurriedly supported her mother, staring at Chu Yizhao with bright eyes, "You'er is saved?!"

The mother and daughter look exactly the same.

Chu Yizhao muttered to himself, took the brocade box from Dong Yanwan's hand, nodded, and stretched out his hand to signal everyone to go to the inner room.

The house was in a mess. Dong Ruicun paused. The sword on his son's neck and the wound on his daughter-in-law's face...

He and Ye Zhen looked at each other.

Still late...

In his peripheral vision, the distinguished prince didn't even give him a glance. For the sake of his grandson's life, Dong Ruicheng ignored his son's pleading eyes and walked towards the inner room holding Dong Chengyou.

Su Peitong had woken up. She was slumped on the ground, her clothes disheveled, her face red and swollen, and her twisting body was held tightly by Qiaoyu.

"Let me go, let go..."

Seeing her parents-in-law and Chu Yizhao come in peacefully, and even vaguely wanting her to diagnose, she immediately struggled,

"Dad! Mom! How could you let her touch You'er? She's a quack doctor. She's a murderer!!"

Ye Zhen shook his head, "She is not"

"Mom, what kind of drug has this woman put into you? Why do you always speak for her?"

Su Peitong was being held down, with no place to vent her impatience, and tears of grief and anger streamed down her face.

This morning, she said it was Xiang's problem, but Ye Zhen just didn't believe it and said that Chu Yizhao would definitely be able to cure it.

That inexplicable trust and assertion seemed to come out of nowhere, making people feel helpless and angry.

Ye Zhen looked at this familiar scene, as if he was back in the wing room of Tianqing Temple.

At that time she was suffering from a fever and all the imperial physicians said that there was no cure, except Chu Yizhao who said that it could be cured.

Dong Ruicheng naturally didn't believe it as she was just a girl in her early teens, and made a big fuss like Su Peitong did now.

Finally, the old face was swollen higher than Su Peitong...

“Don’t wrongly accuse someone without evidence”

"How did I wrongly accuse her!" Su Peitong cried loudly, "You'er was clearly well last night. It's all my fault that my soul touched my eyes and I was bewildered enough to light that incense...!"

"Dad, Mom, the imperial physician said that it was because of Xiang that You'er's face turned purple. You can't be afraid to tell the truth just because you are afraid of others!"

"There's definitely something wrong with that incense!"

"presumptuous!"

"Shut up!"

The two cold shouts scared Su Peitong so much that she shut her mouth immediately. She looked at the two men from the Dong family with red eyes, at a loss.

Dong Ruicheng gave her a cold look. Lu Feng put away his sword and stepped aside. Wei Xingli sat on the wooden chair behind Chu Yizhao with an expressionless face.

After Dong Yanjing finished scolding, he walked in front of Su Peitong, blocked her, and warned her in a low voice not to speak again.

Fear of others, who are they?

The one who wants your life.

The fear on the face of her usually gentle and kind husband was so deep that Su Peitong was so frightened that she dared not say a word.

In the silence, Chu Yizhao's voice slowly rang out, "Young Madam is right, there is indeed something wrong with the incense..."

Without waiting for Su Peitong to speak, Chu Yizhao added,

"Without this incense, your son would have died long ago"

The light voice was like rapidly falling hail, hitting people and waking them up instantly.

"A Ming, what does this mean?" Ye Zhen asked hurriedly.

Chu Yizhao asked Lu Feng to light the remaining incense in the brocade box. The child on the bed was wearing thick silk clothes with his eyes closed.

"Yan Wan said that the young master started crying yesterday. If I'm not mistaken, the flowers outside were transplanted yesterday."

Flowers outside?

Dong Yanjing and his wife looked at each other, as if they remembered something.

"My uncle came to see You'er a few days ago and brought a flower. You'er liked it, so my uncle moved some over..."

"It was yesterday"

His tone suddenly became horrified.

"What's wrong with that flower?!"

Chu Yizhao nodded.

"The poisonous flower that kills people without being seen"

"That flower is called the Thousand-Drain Flower. It grows deep in the wild forest where few people go. It blooms in autumn and withers in winter. Its petals are large and very red, but its sap is blue."

She had seen it when she followed Tianguang to collect herbs, but she was too young at that time and her memory was very vague. She only vaguely remembered red flowers and blue juice.

"It nourishes its roots by sucking the dead flesh of animals. The fragrance emitted when the flowers bloom is slightly toxic. It is not a big deal for adults, at most it will cause headaches and diarrhea, but for children under one year old, it is a deadly toxin."

Chu Yizhao turned to Su Peitong and said,

"In three hours, he will surely die."

Su Peitong's face turned pale, and Chu Yizhao said again,

"It is said that the young master is very lucky. There is a medicine in this tranquilizing incense that is incompatible with the Thousand-drawn Flower. The toxin spreads on the surface of the skin and flesh, and the blood clots and turns it purple. The child has a thin skin and can see it at a glance."

Toxins are blocked and dissolved with just a press.

The calming incense was lit. The incense used by young children did not have much smoke, only a light grassy scent.

The child on the bed suddenly kicked his short legs, pouted his mouth, and started crying. Although the sound was not loud, it was much better than the lifeless look just now...

Su Peitong widened her eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief, "You'er..."

"Is this okay?" Ye Zhen said.

Wei Xingli sat on the chair and looked at the family with disdain, "How can we not pull out the poisonous flower?"

Stupid as a pig, everything makes people say...

Chu Yizhao added, "Remember to burn them after pulling them out, otherwise your toilet will be ruined."

Her serious look of teasing others made Wei Xingli laugh, and he chuckled softly, and the clear sound tickled Chu Yizhao's ears.

Dong Yanjing quickly walked out the door and ordered people to burn flowers. Su Peitong's face was pale and red, and her lips were trembling and she couldn't speak.

The flowers were sent by her brother, but they almost killed her son...

"But the doctor said..."

Chu Yizhao untied Dong Chengyou's clothes and said, "The poison is on the surface, so it will naturally be in the veins. Your condition is like this, and any doctor would say that you are about to die."

If Wei Xingli hadn't poked the baby's face, she wouldn't have thought of this.

Minister Dong and his wife were angry with the Su family, but it was an unintentional mistake. They had good intentions but ended up doing something bad...

Ye Zhen asked, "Is there any way to cure it? We can't just live by burning incense every day..."

"bloodletting"

"what?"

Everyone was stunned.

Chu Yizhao raised his head and repeated,

"bloodletting"

"The poisonous blood was forced out from the left and right heels, the waist and the back of the neck. With the help of herbal medicine, it will be cured in one month."

After saying this, she paused to unbutton her clothes and looked around with a calm expression.

"I read this method in a book, but I have never put it into practice. If you don't trust it, you can ask the imperial physician to come and take another look."