Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 291

"Your Majesty." You're blocking your subjects.

Qianqing simply couldn't hear.

"Your Majesty," you should step aside.

Seeing that Chen Nan's trick wasn't working, Fu Hai tried the same thing again, saying, "Your Majesty!" He imitated the tone of someone he used to dislike.

These past two days, the emperor's hearing has been slightly impaired, so I've been calling him "Master" in this way, and it works every time.

Qianqing turned around, and Chen Nan and Fuhai smiled sheepishly.

Qianqing stood up awkwardly.

Chen Nan dared not admire his master's expression. He walked to the ice coffin and began to carry out his task...

Opening the ice coffin is not difficult, especially since this is the imperial palace, where all kinds of treasures are gathered. Preserving a corpse is not a problem, let alone a living wooden figure.

But to bring flesh and blood to the wooden figure is probably not so simple.

Lying on the dragon bed in the Qiande Hall is a demon who has taken medicine.

Chen Nan was so heartbroken that she didn't want to save her. To even say she could save her would be an understatement; there was no way to save her, yet she was still clinging to life.

The vast collection of treasures in the palace tormented him, as he watched the medicine take effect without any results.

The amount of medicine she consumed over the past two days was enough to keep the people of those small countries safe. And the officials above didn't react in the slightest.

"Doctor Chen, the young lady..." Fu Hai didn't know how to address her, so he would just call her that for now.

Physician Chen dared not shake his head, for the person was still alive, and besides, someone's eyes were watching him from behind; he didn't want to lose his head.

Nobody wants to die; they'd rather die than risk their life.

"Your Majesty, it is impossible to save the pregnancy."

Qianqing turned her head, her expression blank.

"But, with the abortion, the mother's body also..."

Qianqing glared at Chen Nan, who swallowed back the ominous words and changed them to: "It's fine to leave it like this for now. If we have no choice but to decide whether to keep it or not, or we might not be able to help the fetus survive."

Qianqing nodded in satisfaction.

He sat down beside the bed and looked at the person on the bed with their eyes open and closed, saying, "Get off, come back tomorrow."

"Your subject takes his leave." The most painful thing is having a living person treat a dead person.

"Fuhai, go to the prison yourself to pick up Qizhi."

No matter what, Ziyi cannot afford any more accidents. If Heaven doesn't forsake her, he won't give God a second chance.

...

Hu Yong glared at his disciple, who was eating and drinking normally, with a normal demeanor and complexion, and said, "Qizhi, aren't you bored?"

Is Emperor Renguang trying to suffocate them by locking them up here and ignoring them?

"No." Qi Zhi buried his head in his book, munching on a cornbread bun, completely at ease.

Hu Yong rolled his eyes: He just didn't understand why the enemy would cater to the preferences of the other side.

Since he got access to books, that foolish apprentice had long forgotten that he was a prisoner.

What is Qian Qing plotting? The number one master in the pharmaceutical industry? Impossible! His reputation is not as prestigious as that of Emperor Renguang.

Could they be researching prisoner life? Hu Yong immediately shook his head: No one would research such trivial things unless it was his crazy apprentice.

Do they intend to imprison them and negotiate a price with the West Wind Kingdom? But are they really that valuable? It shouldn't be that bad.

Hu Yong pondered for a moment, then leisurely read a book: "Qi Zhi! Your master is in dire straits, and you're still watching a play."

"exist."

"come over!"

"I'm right here." It's only a few steps away; there's no need to go over there.

"You—come—here." This is outrageous! Even the disciple dares to disobey!

"Yes." Qi Zhi wouldn't disobey, so he sat down in front of his master with his book in hand, looking at the book and asking, "Is there something you need?"

Hu Yong's mustache twitched with anger. Seeing him like this made him furious. Didn't he think about things? Didn't he worry about being locked up for life? Didn't he worry about not being able to find a wife? Didn't he worry about whether his master would approve?

"Get out of here!" How did I end up with such a disciple?

Qi Zhi obediently moved the book away, his eyes never leaving the book from beginning to end.

Hu Yong was utterly speechless, and he missed his lively second apprentice very much.

...

"Interrogate him, interrogate him, how can he come out?"

The person who was called out didn't speak, but the old man interrupted first: "It was my idea. If you want to kill someone, kill me instead."

Qi Zhi pretended not to hear him speak, and stood by the prison gate with the book in his hand, waiting for the jailer to come and fetch him.

His behavior is like that of a preschool child waiting for his mother to pick him up and take him home.