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Ye Zhishao's face changed. Although Qiao Shun was from Northern Jin, he had superb medical skills and was called a miracle doctor by people all over the world, and was highly respected.

Moreover, the assassination in the Eastern Palace was clearly intended to send him and his brothers to their deaths.

"What?" Seeing that he didn't agree, Concubine Chen looked at him coldly.

Ye Zhishao could only say, "I am afraid that the Crown Prince and the Queen will send experts to protect them, so it will be difficult to take action."

"Heh." Concubine Chen sneered, with a hint of ruthlessness on her face.

"Is it difficult to do it? Ye Zhishao, you should know what to do."

A look of grief flashed across Ye Zhishao's face: "Yes, I know what to do."

Whether he killed Qiao Shun's grandparents or the Queen and her son, he would have no chance of survival whether he succeeded or not.

He failed to complete the task assigned by the Imperial Concubine today, and this is what he deserves.

When they arrived at Changchun Palace, the trusted nanny handed over a cup of tea at just the right temperature, and then she spoke carefully: "Madam, why did you ask Commander Ye to assassinate Divine Doctor Qiao?"

Concubine Chen used the tea lid to slowly brush away the tea leaves on her face, took a sip, put it down, and then sighed softly, "You saw my good nephew coming this morning. He wanted to become the commander-in-chief of the imperial guards and was possessed by the devil."

"But……"

"No buts, the matter will be over in the next two days anyway. Father is old, and Yuan'er and I will have to rely on him in the future. Besides, when Yuan'er ascends the throne, the commander of the imperial guards should be the most trusted person, so just give it to him."

The nanny said in a hoarse voice: "General, you are too impatient."

Concubine Chen smiled faintly. It didn't matter whether she was anxious or not. Anyway, now was the best time to get rid of Ye Zhishao.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to kill him after the great event had been accomplished. At that time, Yuan'er would have just ascended the throne, and if he immediately took action against the meritorious officials, he would inevitably be criticized.

……

The carriage drove straight to the gate of the East Palace. As soon as it stopped, Ou Jianglin picked up Gu Xingyan and rushed in.

In front of the palace gate, the two guards on the left and right clashed their swords together: "Sir Ou, you cannot go in! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince now requests to be confined to the palace. No one is allowed to enter until the case is investigated."

Ou Jianglin glanced over coldly, and the two people who were under house arrest shrank their necks. They had also heard of this Grand Tutor, and now they saw that he not only had the elegance of a scholar, but also the cool and murderous aura of a military general.

"Go away!"

The two looked at each other, their legs felt weak, but they didn't dare to let him in.

"Didn't you see who Lord Ou was holding? He killed the Ninth Prince. You have enough heads to chop off. Get out of my way and let him in!"

Ou Jianglin nodded gratefully to the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards, Yang Zhenguang, and rushed in. The Ninth Prince's injury could not be delayed.

The imperial guards of the palace would not all fall into the hands of Concubine Chen, Ye Zhishao and others.

Qiao Zhenzhen came down with the medicine box and hurriedly followed Qiao Shun in.

Gu Xingcheng felt much better after drinking the medicine. The young eunuch was about to help him rest when he heard a noisy sound coming from the gate of the East Palace.

He hurriedly asked the young eunuch to help him up, and without even bothering to put on his clothes, he just casually put on a cloak.

As soon as the palace door opened, Ou Jianglin rushed in holding Xiao Jiuer, who was covered in blood.

Gu Xingcheng's face turned pale. He clearly remembered that Xiao Jiuer had no injuries when she came to the East Palace to see him. But in just two hours, how could this happen?

Could it be Concubine Chen?

No, it's impossible. If Concubine Chen dared to attack Xiao Jiuer, he would have known it long ago.

A fishy-sweet taste suddenly surged up his throat, and he swallowed it hard, saying loudly, "Sir, quickly bring Xiao Jiuer in."

Ou Jianglin said anxiously: "Your Highness, the Ninth Prince is injured."

"Take him to my bedroom."

"Yes." Ou Jianglin couldn't perform the etiquette of a monarch and a subject to Gu Xingcheng at this moment, so he could only respond with a "yes". He rushed into the bedroom with Gu Xingyan in his arms and introduced, "This is the Divine Doctor Qiao, invited by Young Marquis Cui, the son of the Marquis of Jing'an in Northern Jin."

Gu Xingcheng nodded at him.

Gu Xingcheng, who was about to follow him in, suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat and could no longer control himself, so he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The young eunuch was startled and was about to call for help, but Gu Xingcheng grabbed his hand and stopped him: "Don't, don't make a sound."

He was afraid that Xiao Jiuer would worry about him and his injuries would get worse.

He slowly sat down, took deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down.

As long as he is fine, Xiao Jiuer will be fine too.

The young eunuch wiped his tears, took out a black pill from his pouch and helped Gu Xingcheng eat it. He then stroked his back again and again. Only then did Gu Xingcheng feel better.

Inside the hall, Ou Jianglin carefully put the person on the bed. Gu Xingyan was already very weak at the moment. He gently held Ou Jianglin's hand and gave him a pale smile: "Uncle Ou, don't be afraid, I will be fine, don't tell my brother too much."

"Your Highness, you..."

"The plan is perfect, better than what we had planned, isn't it? If I say anything else, it will only make him worry."

But before Ou Jianglin could say anything, Qiao Shun came over and chased him away: "Get out, get out quickly."

"Divine Doctor Qiao, His Highness the Ninth Prince..."

Qiao Shun snorted with disdain: "Just smell the smell on you, it's all rotten, don't bother this old man here."

He didn't even look at how miserable he looked, with blood all over his body, and he went to treat his wounds quickly.

Ou Jianglin had no choice but to leave first.

Gu Xingcheng had also adjusted himself at this moment and came in with the help of the young eunuch.

Seeing his brother's bad face, Gu Xingyan hurriedly said, "Brother, I'm fine. You can go out first. Old man Qiao has a bad temper."

He knew that Dr. Qiao would be angry soon.

Qiao Shun raised his beard and snorted coldly, knowing that he had a bad temper.

Gu Xingcheng stammered twice and sighed softly. Now was not the time to blame him. He bowed respectfully to Qiao Shun and said, "Please ask Doctor Qiao to do his best to treat Xiaojiu. If you need anything, just ask."

"Okay, okay, I got it, I got it, you should get out as well."

Gu Xingcheng walked out of the bedroom, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood at the door for a while.

Qiao Shun drove everyone out, and looking at the dying man on the couch, he was so angry that he wanted to poke him a few times with a silver needle.

"You are all crazy, you really are crazy! What did the old man tell you in the carriage? I told you to come to me within three hours, but you were half an hour late. You must be vomiting blood! If you were half an hour later, your brother the prince could have collected your body for you, and you wouldn't have wasted the old man's energy."

There was a trace of blood on the corner of Gu Xingyan's mouth: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to Doctor Qiao. It's my fault."