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

"bloodletting…"

"Such a young child

Su Peitong was in doubt.

I have to cut four more times on my body...

Her face was full of resistance.

Dong Ruicheng was also a little hesitant. "I am a well-read person, but I have never seen such a wonderful book. Can you lend it to me to have a look?"

"Don't borrow"

"... "

"Then... bleeding a child may leave a chronic disease..."

Chu Yizhao thought for a moment, "If the bloodletting is not properly maintained, it will leave the body weak and the qi deficient."

"this…"

Dong Yanwan said anxiously, "Dad, Mom, You'er has been poisoned. The imperial physician said that he won't live long. Now he can be saved. It's God's blessing. It's just bleeding, which is better than losing his life."

"Sister, when I speak, I don't mean to speak ill of you. This isn't a piece of flesh that fell from your body, so of course you don't feel sorry for it!" Su Peitong muttered in a low voice.

"Sister-in-law? How can you say that to me?!" Dong Yanwan's eyes were red. When Su Peitong was giving birth, the border was in danger. Her father and brother were detained in the Qinzheng Palace by the emperor and had not returned for three days. Her mother also caught a cold.

It was she, an unmarried girl, who was busy accompanying Su Peitong during her delivery. She was more anxious than anyone else when Chengyou was sick. Su Peitong's words were like tearing out her heart.

She cried in grievance. Su Peitong knew she was in the wrong, but she was also anxious. Si Dao was no joke...

Chu Yizhao pulled Dong Yanwan over, looking unhappy, "Young Madam has a prejudice against me, I will just leave, why vent your anger on others."

In the stunned eyes of the crowd, Chu Yizhao stood up, and her moon-white long skirt slowly fell down as she stood up. She was elegant and gentle.

"The cause of the disease has nothing to do with me. It's the flower, not the fragrance. I have also explained the method of detoxification clearly. Since you don't believe it, please find another job."

Dong Yanwan was stunned and grabbed her in panic, "A Ming..."

Seeing her leaving quickly, Su Peitong realized that she had said something wrong, but couldn't bring herself to say it, so she stammered, "That's not what I meant."

"Ah Ming, you can't leave," Ye Zhen said in panic, "Pei Tong said the wrong thing because she loves her son so much. I will punish her severely later.

But you are the only one who can cure Youer's disease, and I don't trust anyone else except you."

"I…"

"Madam, you can't force it."

Mother-in-law, daughter-in-law, aunt,

The first of the backyard disputes.

The Dong family has different opinions. Not only Su Peitong, but also Dong father and son have doubts.

Bloodletting therapy is too dangerous and no doctor would dare to guarantee it. She is just brave, not stupid.

If others don't want her to do it, why should she bring trouble upon herself and cause others to suffer with her?

Chu Yizhao took out a handkerchief, wiped away the tears from Dong Yanwan's eyes, and said softly,

"Don't be afraid, the child only looks scary, he won't die for now. Ask your father to go to the palace to ask a few doctors, they will find a way. Take good care of your mother, come to me if you have any problems."

The change in the woman's attitude was too obvious. She was determined not to do it. Dong Ruicheng looked embarrassed and wanted to say a few more words.

Chu Yizhao didn't give him a chance to speak, "Master Dong, the prince is not in good health, I have to take him back to rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, two light coughs occurred at the right time.

Dong Ruicheng's face froze.

The tall figure stood up, blocking the light from the window. The room instantly became dark, with only the crabapple and lily flowers shining brightly in the light gaps.

The man's shadow slanted down on the woman's beautiful jaw, with the real and the unreal intertwined and the light and shadows flickering.

Wei Xingli frowned slightly, pressed his fingertips on his right chest, and the silver beads hanging at the bottom of the tassel moved tremblingly.

His voice was weak, and he leaned on Chu Yizhao as if he was about to fall. His left shoulder rested against the back of the little girl's shoulder and rubbed it twice.

"Ah Ming, my heart hurts..."

Chu Yizhao: “…”

The Dong family members were shocked and stood still, staring at the two men in astonishment. Their eyes were too straightforward, as if they were about to perform a ritual in the next moment.

Chu Yizhao was a little embarrassed. "The prince is not feeling well and likes to make trouble. I will take him back first. Goodbye."

She flipped her hand, with a little anger, grabbed Wei Xingli's arm, took two quick steps and dragged him out of the door. Wei Xingli let her drag him.

When passing by the courtyard, Chu Yizhao stopped. Wei Xingli was like a floating kite, stumbling and kicking Dong Yanjing on the butt. The latter was standing beside the flower bed directing the servants to cut the grass. Suddenly, he arched forward and was buried in the flower mud.

Dong Yanjing covered his buttocks, turned around and glared, but when he saw that evil face, he instantly lost his temper.

Dare to speak but not to be angry, "Your Highness, what are you doing..."

"Too short, I didn't see it"

"... "

The corner of Chu Yizhao's mouth twitched.

Men in the Great Zhou Dynasty were generally tall, and people considered it beautiful to have a body like a pine tree and a walk like a bamboo. Dong Yanjing had a decent appearance, but his figure was a little too petite.

Because of his average height and his cunning mind, he was often teased and laughed at in the court...

Wei Xingli's little mouth is so sweet, it makes people "happy" that their face is hard...

"Actually, you're not that short. It's just that the prince is too tall and didn't notice you," Chu Yizhao comforted her.

Dong Yanjing: “…”

thank you.

Chu Yizhao asked a serious question, "Young Master, do you know which dense forest these flowers were picked from?"

Dong Yanjing was unhappy, but he didn't dare to offend the two, so he said in a muffled voice, "In the mountains in the western suburbs..."

"Thank you very much"

The two said goodbye and walked out of the hanging flower gate. Through a wall, Dong Yanjing heard Gao Gao whispering.

"Why did you kick him?"

"I don't like him"

"He is a sixth-rank official after all. Be careful. I am afraid he will report you."

"Well, even a dwarf with three knives in his belly would be afraid of me."

Dong Yanjing: “…”

The octagonal palace lanterns were swaying, a few chestnuts were nestled in the stove, and a fresh, sweet and warm fragrance filled the carriage.

The man lowered his head, his eyebrows were as long as mountains, his eyes were like autumn water, blending in the sweet fragrance mist, charming and moving.

With a light press of his slender knuckles, the golden chestnut kernel appeared. He pinched the shell and turned it over, and it fell into the porcelain plate.

Wei Xingli brought the peeled chestnut kernels to Chu Yizhao and said, "Try it."

Her knuckles were clasping the porcelain plate, and her jade-like fingertips were covered with a layer of powder from being burned by the chestnut shells.

Chu Yizhao stared at the plate of chestnut kernels with a complicated expression. Last time in the carriage, she was still afraid that she would lose her life at the hands of Wei Xingli. She never thought that this would happen...

"Prince, next time in front of others, can you please not..."

She sighed, "Can you please not be too intimate with me..."

The porcelain plate trembled slightly, and Wei Xingli asked, "Why?"

“I’m afraid people will misunderstand me…”

"What's the misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstand…"

Wei Xingli withdrew his hand and waited quietly for her answer.

It's just about marriage and marriage.

He can afford it.

"Misunderstanding...We have feelings..."

The clear sound faded, the fragrant mist thickened, and the fire in the warm stove flickered and shrank.

The carriage suddenly became silent, the flowing water waves barely stopped, and in the cold air, they condensed into ice bit by bit...

The familiar feeling of oppression came over him like a tidal wave, and Chu Yizhao shrank his shoulders guiltily.

"Your Highness..."

"Crack"

The charred chestnut shells exploded.

"Misunderstand?"

The man's voice was cold and chilly.

All these days of affection were just misunderstandings?

Wei Xingli looked at the woman who was curled up in front of him.

Beautiful women are always deceiving...

The bitterness and sorrow were drowned in the boundless anger. The man's breathing became heavy, and his skin became eerily pale against his dark hair and black pupils.

Chu Yizhao's back felt numb.

She had seen Wei Xingli like this.

Blood flows like a river beside the clear water pool...

The pampering and warmth over the past few days almost made Chu Yizhao forget the pair of bloodstained hands...

She said stubbornly,

"I did not mean that…"

In the past ten years of her past and present lives, she had never held a man's hand except for feeling his pulse. Suddenly, she was so close to him, and she didn't know how to deal with the panic and confusion she felt...

Besides, Wei Xingli was of noble status, and being with him would inevitably attract attention, affecting her secretive work...

Chu Yizhao explained with a tense face, "Your Highness... I'm just not used to walking with Your Highness..."

"Why, I can't see the light?"

Wei Xingli curled his lips coldly, staring at her with dark eyes, and his tone suddenly changed to teasing, "Or do you despise me for being a short-lived sickly person?"

"What nonsense!"

This sentence was like a sharp sword that cut off all of Chu Yizhao's fear and timidity. She frowned and scolded,

"Don't say unlucky words anymore"

It was this look that made Wei Xingli's teeth itch with hatred. She was the one who said she loved him, and she was also the one who said she was heartless and indifferent. Now she acted like she was extremely concerned...

"Chu A Ming must be a good kite flyer"

Let go loosely, but hold him firmly in your hand.

Hearing the sarcasm in the man's tone, Chu Yizhao became a little angry.

"You said I was playing tricks on you?"

"do not you!"

"You clearly said you loved me, but now you say you are heartless..."

After Wei Xingli said this, his momentum weakened, and his murderous look was like a river flowing into the sea, and no trace of it could be seen anymore.

He was deflated, and lowered his head helplessly.

"You...are just using me...to deceive Shen Ni"

Chu Yizhao was bombarded with questions one after another. When did she say that she liked him? Wasn't that just a perfunctory statement to please the Queen?

“I did take advantage of you.”