After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Under the light of the candle on the table, the fruit ice cup in the jade dish is indeed tempting.

For a young and energetic man, it is naturally a refreshing thing to have an iced drink in such hot weather.

Xie Nanxing glanced at the empty ice cup in front of everyone, and under the gazes of everyone, he picked up the silver spoon on the ice cup.

Yes, the food that this palace provides to the descendants of nobles is basically served with silver utensils.

But Xie Nanxing knew that there were many poisons in this world that could not be detected by a silver spoon.

Han Zhou still felt dry after eating a cup of ice. Thinking that Xie Nanxing's body could not bear to eat ice, he walked straight to Xie Nanxing and picked up the jade plate.

"Xie Nanxing, if you don't want to eat it, I'll help you eat it."

Just as Xie Nanxing stretched out his hand to stop him, he saw Han Zhou had already eaten the fruit in the ice cup in two bites.

Cold sweat broke out on his back. Xie Nanxing thought about the eunuch's reminder and looked at Han Zhou in front of him. His face turned pale in an instant.

But this is the imperial palace. How can Xie Nanxing, who has no evidence in his hand, shout such poisonous words?

Han Zhou ate the refreshing fruit and looked at Xie Nanxing's sudden worry. He asked in confusion, "Xie Nanxing, what's wrong with you?"

"You are not in good health, so you can't eat ice even if you want to cool down in the morning."

Han Zhou was explaining, but seeing beads of sweat on Xie Nanxing's face, his brows knitted together: "If you don't feel well, I'll take you back."

As Han Zhou finished speaking, Xia Yu, who was sitting in front of Xie Nanxing, suddenly fell off the stool.

The blood that gushed out of his mouth soon dyed his clothes red.

The classroom was in chaos. Xie Nanxing immediately knelt beside Xia Yu and looked up at Han Zhou: "Han Zhou, are you okay?"

Han Zhou nodded. He had no problem at all now: "I'm fine."

There was no time to analyze the current situation. The most urgent thing was to save Xia Yu first: "Han Zhou, quickly carry the Ninth Prince to the Imperial Hospital. You don't have to wait for me, and don't hand the Ninth Prince over to anyone."

The situation was urgent. Han Zhou didn't ask the reason. He just carried Xia Yu, who was still vomiting blood, on his shoulders and flew towards the Imperial Hospital.

Xie Nanxing clenched his fist tightly, walked out of the school and shouted: "Hurry up and go to the Golden Palace to tell the emperor that the ninth prince has been poisoned."

As for what Xia Hong should do next after hearing this, it will be up to him to decide.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Xie Nanxing pulled the eunuch who served tea out of the palace.

Since Xie Nanxing could think of going to the Golden Palace to find Xia Hong, he could also find the person who poisoned him.

Whether Xia Yu can be saved today depends not on Xia Hong, but on Zhong Yuanyuan.

"Take me with you to the harem to inform the queen that if the Ninth Prince is not rescued, you will be the first one to be beheaded."

The already frightened eunuch felt even more that there was something wrong with the food he handed over after Xie Nanxing's reminder.

Without caring whether it was in accordance with etiquette, the young eunuch took Xie Nanxing and trotted towards Xianyun Palace.

It was quite dark at night, and a young man led by a young eunuch did not attract the attention of the guards.

Less than half a cup of tea after the two of them left, the classroom was surrounded by the imperial guards.

After all, the one whose life or death is unknown now is the emperor's own son.

Xia Cheng clenched the porcelain bottle containing the real poison in his sleeve, and sweat began to slowly appear on his palms.

After thinking about it all night last night, Xia Cheng, who had suffered a loss at the hands of Shen Jinmo, did not choose to take the poison today.

What he put into Xie Nanxing and Xia Yubingzhan was flour.

But Xia Yu was still poisoned, but Xie Nanxing was fine.

So Xia Ling and Li Yuan didn't trust him from the beginning, and they also had a backup plan.

And does he really have to be forced to take the blame for poisoning the Ninth Prince?

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The young eunuch sent Xie Nanxing to a place about ten feet away from Xianyun Palace, and he did not dare to take another step forward:

"Master Xie, except for the people brought by the emperor and the palace servants who deliver the allowance, no one else is allowed to enter Xianyun Palace."

"Whoever enters will die on the spot."

The young eunuch gave this reminder because Xie Nanxing was Shen Jinmo's man.

If he doesn't make the consequences clear, he will be the first one to be whipped by Shen Jinmo in the future.

Xie Nanxing did not embarrass the young eunuch: "I came here alone today. It has nothing to do with you. Please go."

Running towards the gate of Xianyun Palace, Xie Nanxing pushed open the unlocked wooden door with one hand, knelt directly in the courtyard and said loudly: "I, Xie Nanxing, beg to see the queen."

Zhong Yuanyuan stood up from the futon upon hearing this, walked steadily to Xie Nanxing's side, and helped Xie Nanxing up: "Nanxing, don't worry, what happened?"

Xie Nanxing raised her head in the increasingly dense darkness: "My queen, the Ninth Prince was poisoned in the academy. I have asked Han Zhou to send him to the Imperial Hospital."

Without a moment's hesitation, Zhong Yuanyuan stepped over the threshold that she had not crossed in more than ten years.

She naturally understood the implication of Xie Nanxing's words.

Someone in this palace wants to kill Xia Yu, and if she, as his mother, does not show up in time, Xia Yu will definitely not survive today.

Xie Nanxing trotted behind Zhong Yuanyuan towards the Imperial Hospital.

Even though the woman beside him walked very quickly, Xie Nanxing did not sense any panic from her.

Even Xie Nanxing felt that there was no obstacle in this world that he could not overcome just by standing next to Zhong Yuanyuan.

Xie Nanxing had never seen such calmness and determination at the peak of his ability in anyone except Zhong Yuanyuan.

When Zhong Yuanyuan and Xie Nanxing appeared in the Imperial Hospital, Xia Yu was already surrounded by seven or eight imperial doctors, and Han Zhou looked at everyone in the hospital with absolute vigilance.

Most of the people in the Imperial Hospital would bow slightly when they looked at Xie Nanxing, and those old people in the Imperial Hospital, after seeing Zhong Yuanyuan's appearance clearly, would pull the people beside them to kneel and kowtow.

But no one dared to pay their respects to Zhong Yuanyuan under any identity.

Walking past the kneeling imperial physician, Zhong Yuanyuan first put her hand to feel Xia Yu's breath, and then used a handkerchief to wipe the blood that kept flowing from the corner of Xia Yu's mouth.

His calm brows wrinkled slightly. The symptom of vomiting blood could not be stopped. Zhong Yuanyuan understood that the imperial physician of the Imperial Hospital could not save Xia Yu.

Turning around and looking at the people kneeling on the ground, Zhong Yuanyuan spoke calmly in a slow voice: "Go and ask Doctor Shu to come and treat Yu'er."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the doctors in the room, young and old, kowtowed one after another.

At Zhong Yuanyuan's signal, he immediately ran towards Doctor Shu's residence in the Imperial Hospital.

As everyone stood up and as people from the Imperial Hospital came in and out, the door of Xianyun Palace, which outsiders could not enter and no one could come out of, was pushed open by Zhong Yuanyuan herself.

Doctor Shu arrived very quickly. When he confirmed the figure beside the bed, he knelt down and kowtowed respectfully: "I greet you, Your Excellency. May you live long and blessed."

Zhong Yuanyuan stood up and made room beside Xia Yu: "Come and see what's going on."

He bent down and walked to Xia Yu's side. Because Zhong Yuanyuan was there, Doctor Shu did not sit on the stool, but knelt beside the bed to take Xia Yu's pulse.