The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Mrs. He consulted several doctors, but none of them could see anything. They all just said dryly that He Lianxin might have depression, deficiency of qi and blood, and tension in her mind, which was why she had so many dreams.

"Miss He, relax and don't think too much. Nothing will happen. I'll prescribe a prescription to calm your nerves..."

He Lianxin had two dark circles under her eyes. She shouted before the doctor could finish his words, "No, I won't drink it! Do you all only prescribe tranquilizing soup? It's useless!"

The two doctors before me said similar things and also prescribed Anshen Decoction.

She has been drinking the calming soup for three days, three bowls a day, and she is about to vomit!

But as soon as she closed her eyes, she would "see" the woman in red, with disheveled hair and a unclear face, following her closely.

"Quacks, they are all quacks, get out of here!"

He Lianxin grabbed the pillow and threw it at the doctor, scaring the doctor so much that he ran away in a hurry.

Scary, isn't it said that Miss He, who just got engaged to the son of the Marquis of Zhenyuan, is a lady from a noble family? Looking at her appearance, even the Hedong Lion in his family is not so scary.

The rumors are unbelievable!

Lord He came over and saw the doctor running away in panic. He frowned, walked into his daughter's boudoir, and heard the lady coaxing her.

"Lianxin, don't be angry. Calm down. I'll send a note to the palace and ask the imperial physician to see you. Is that ok?"

When Lord He heard this, his face tightened.

"I was just scolded by the emperor a few days ago for giving gifts to Lu Zhaoling, and now you want to tell the emperor that Lianxin is ill? Isn't this going to make the emperor misunderstand that we have objections to his decision?"

The emperor thought that he was forcing the He family to apologize, so He Lianxin protested by getting sick.

"Are you thinking too much? Why would the emperor think so? Lianxin is really sick." Mrs. He looked at him in disbelief.

"It's just a nightmare, what kind of illness is that? I've already hired three doctors, and they all told her to relax and not think too much about it. What does this mean? If the emperor hears about it, it means she's been holding on to the matter of apologizing to the Lu family!"

Will the emperor be happy to hear this?

Even if the emperor doesn't like Lu Zhaoling very much, it was the emperor's intention to ask them to apologize. Does the He family mean that they are resentful about this?

"Those three are quacks. Maybe they just can't see Lianxin's illness. Imperial doctors are different..."

Mrs. He looked at her daughter's face, which had obviously become smaller, and burst into tears out of heartache.

He Lianxin was clearly very happy when the marriage was just arranged. Her face was beaming with joy for a few days. But within a few days, she became like this now. How could she accept this?

"Those three doctors are all famous in the capital, how can they be quacks?" Lord He was also angry when he saw his daughter's dark circles under her eyes and pale lips.

"Then it would be ok to ask the assistant doctor, right?"

The assistant doctor's medical skills are extraordinary.

"I didn't get along with him before..." Doctor He saw his wife's changed expression and changed his tone, "Okay, okay, I'll go ask the assistant doctor myself!"

It is not easy to invite an assistant doctor.

Lord He did enter the Fu family, but when Doctor Fu came out, he was covering his forehead, and before he could speak, Old Fu spoke weakly.

"What kind of wind blew Lord He here today? It's a pity that I'm old and I'll get sick if I'm blown by the wind for a while. I feel dizzy after walking a few steps. Otherwise, I have to have a good talk with Lord He."

Mr. He: “…”

How could he ask the assistant doctor to see the patient?

Thinking of his wife and daughter who were still waiting at home, Lord He said shamelessly, "Master Fu, I came here this time to ask you to take a look at my daughter. She..."

"Ouch, my head hurts again. Sir He, why are you shaking all the time?" the assistant doctor shouted.

Fu Cheng, who was standing beside him, quickly supported him.

"Grandfather, Lord He is not shaking. Are you very dizzy? Let me help you lie down..."

After that, he said to Lord He very apologetically, "Lord He, can I ask my father to come out and have tea with you? My grandfather is really not feeling well."

Without waiting for Lord He to speak, he helped the assistant doctor up and walked out of the hall tremblingly.

"Fu Dafu, Fu Lao?"

Lord He couldn't hold back his anger and was fuming.

But he just couldn't tell whether the assistant doctor's headache was real or fake!

After Lord He left, Fu Cheng couldn't help but smile as he saw his grandfather suddenly become more energetic.

"Grandfather, you pretended so well that even Lord He couldn't tell."

The assistant doctor took a handkerchief and wiped the powder off his lips and eyelids, then chuckled.

"When I apply this powder, it really looks like I have a serious illness, right? Humph, I won't go to treat Miss He's illness."

"Ms. He forced Miss Lu to kneel down and serve tea. How barbaric and rude."

Fucheng is better now. It might be because he and his grandfather had indeed had headaches before, and when his grandfather pretended to have a headache, he looked really similar.

"The Second Miss has been very kind to both of us. Bullying her is the same as bullying us. Am I, your grandfather, such a good-tempered person? Why would I go and treat my enemy? Humph, what a sweet dream."

"Grandfather is right." Fu Cheng nodded, "Should we tell Miss Lu about Miss He's illness? That way she can be happy."

Fu Cheng also felt that He Lianxin definitely deserved her punishment.

"She probably knows." The assistant doctor thought that Lu Zhaoling might not be unaware of this. "If she doesn't know, then tell the King of Jin and have him pass on the message..."

The assistant doctor's eyes flashed, he thought this was a good idea, otherwise how would Prince Jin have the opportunity to develop more feelings with Miss Lu?

He has to visit the Second Miss more often before he can discover how special Miss Lu is.

"I'll write a letter and you ask someone to deliver it to Prince Jin's mansion." The assistant doctor couldn't wait once he had an idea.

The letter was delivered to Prince Jin's mansion, but Prince Jin was still sleeping.

He had been holding on these days, not letting anyone notice that there was something wrong with his body. But as soon as the funeral was over, fatigue and pain came over him like a tide.

Yun Bo took the letter and gave it to Qing Feng.

"Your Majesty hasn't gotten up yet?"

Qing Feng was standing outside the door, also a little worried. "Yes, there has been no movement."

He wanted to go in and take a look several times, but the prince didn't like others to go in when he was sleeping, so he didn't dare.

"The prince must be tired. Why don't we ask the assistant physician to come and take a look?" Yun Bo also thought of asking the assistant physician to come and take a look.

Qing Feng looked at the letter and said, "This is the letter from the assistant doctor."

"Bring it in."

The voice of King Jin was finally heard from inside the room.

Qing Feng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pushed the door open.

"My lord, are you okay?"

King Jin sat on the bed and stretched out his hand.

Qingfeng quickly handed over the letter.

King Jin read the letter, his eyes flickered, and he was about to stand up, "Change clothes, I have to go..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his chest that pierced deep into his heart, and he fell back onto the bed.

"Your Majesty!"