The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

This afternoon, when the people in the Underworld Palace saw Youming Jiuchong suddenly appear, they only learned from a few words that he had encountered an ambush. As for other more detailed information? Youming Jiuchong did not say, or he simply had no time to say it.

He returned to the Underworld Palace quietly, and ordered his men to track down those who had escaped from his grasp. Also, no one was allowed to disturb him...

Afterwards, at the strong request of Manager Mo and others, Youming Jiuchong asked a doctor from the stronghold to examine him. As soon as the doctor finished taking his pulse, he left without giving the doctor a chance to conduct an in-depth examination, treat his injuries, or prescribe medicine.

He returned to his bedroom and closed the door until late at night. No one knew what happened in the bedroom, and no one knew what the situation of Youming Jiuchong was like inside.

The people in the Underworld Palace thought that the people that the Underworld Lord prohibited from disturbing should not include his relatives and friends, so they quickly passed the message to Wei Bai, Wei Song and Du Ziheng, asking these three to come closer to the Underworld Lord, which might be a safer choice.

At this time, Wei Song moved gently, carefully searching and checking the injuries on Youming Jiuchong's body.

Not long after, Du Ziheng's diagnosis result for Netherworld Nine came out.

The heart vessels were damaged, and the functions of the internal organs were downregulated. These were the superficial results he diagnosed.

As for the foundation of the Lord of Hell, even the disciples from Duti Valley could not diagnose the details.

Because this abnormality in foundation is the special feature of Youming Jiuchong, and it is also the "stubborn disease" that Youming Jiuchong told Yun Mujiu that "there is no solution in this lifetime"!

Du Ziheng said dimly, "Mingjun's pulse is weak, yet disordered. His heartbeat and breathing are also like this. They are beating abnormally, sometimes very low and depressed, and sometimes his heartbeat is extremely fast and his breathing is also accelerated."

Wei Song was stunned and murmured, "It's true. The Lord of Hell has really changed! But it's not the night of the blood moon, why did the Lord of Hell suddenly feel unwell?" After thinking for a while, he guessed, "Could it be that he was stimulated by something?"

"Wei Song, stabilize the situation of Lord Ming first." Du Ziheng interrupted and asked, "How is Lord Ming's injury?"

Wei Song said quickly: "There are palm wind injuries on the chest and several sword wounds on the left shoulder. The bleeding has been stabilized for the time being. I guess it was the Lord of Hell who stopped the bleeding by pressing acupoints. But the injury is quite serious. Alas, I guess the Lord of Hell did not completely stop the bleeding, and did not treat the wounds in time."

"Yes." Du Ziheng listened and checked it again in detail. In a blink of an eye, he took out the silver needle and stabbed it near the wound on Youming Jiuchong's body.

Then, he cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and sutured Nether Nine according to the trauma treatment process he learned from Yun Mujiu. Fortunately, the things he brought to the Underworld Palace were all good stuff, which were the high-quality medicines and medical instruments that Yun Mujiu usually provided to everyone in the Night Palace. In this way, Nether Nine could be treated better.

However, Du Ziheng and Wei Song also discovered that under the wide sleeves of Youming Jiuzhong's clothes, his right hand actually had many tiny scars, as if it had been scratched by something sharp, and it was not just one scar.

What are these small wounds all about?

Outside the bedroom, a group of people were still standing there, each with an extremely anxious look on their face. No matter how anxious they were, they stood still without moving around or whispering. There was only a look of worry in everyone's eyes.

In the hall, Du Ziheng and Wei Song had already put on a new undershirt for Youming Jiuchong. Before they came in, Youming Jiuchong had already taken off his outer clothes and lay down in his undershirt and trousers.

For this reason, after treating Youming Jiuzhong's wounds, the two of them also considerately changed Youming Jiuzhong into new and clean clothes.

Wei Song looked at Youming Jiuchong’s bloody trousers with hesitation in his eyes.

Du Ziheng shook his head at him viciously, his eyes clearly saying "Are you tired of living because you dare to touch the pants of Lord of the Underworld?"

Wei Song shuddered with fear and quickly shook the thought from his mind.

Du Ziheng thought of the time when he followed the princess to perform leg surgery on Mingjun. At that time, the princess led them to cut Mingjun's pants and shaved off Mingjun's leg hair. Fortunately, Mingjun did not kill them after waking up. At that time, Mingjun must have generously let everyone go for the princess's sake.

Today was different from the past. There was no princess around to take care of him, and the injury to the Lord of the Underworld's legs was not serious enough to require him to take off his pants for treatment. They could not do anything that would infringe on the Lord of the Underworld's privacy.

After the two of them quickly treated Youming Jiuchong's wounds, they cheered themselves up and quickly and quietly stepped aside.

After a while, the person on the bed really started to move.

Nether Nine suddenly opened his eyes, and a strong killing intent spread all around. He sat up suddenly, staring around, and a strong bloodthirsty gaze fell on the two people in the corner.

Wei Song and Du Ziheng dared not to breathe, their legs spread apart, ready to escape at any time.

At this time, Du Ziheng understood even more why the Lord of Hell would not let anyone in, because every time the Lord of Hell had an attack, it was very scary! Not to mention the enemy, even his own people would be killed without mercy!

Fortunately, when they entered the door just now, the Lord of Hell was unconscious, so they were not attacked.

In addition, he quickly gave Mingjun acupuncture to temporarily make Mingjun lose the few remaining strands of clear consciousness.

But he and Wei Song did not expect that Mingjun would regain consciousness so quickly. The several injections of unconsciousness needles he had given him could not control Mingjun at all!

In just a blink of an eye, Du Ziheng and Wei Song were filled with thoughts, and at the same time, they did not dare to look directly into the stern gaze of Youming Jiuchong.

The nine pupils of the Netherworld were dark and deep, with a hint of red appearing from time to time. The pupils kept switching between black and red, and the lotus between the eyebrows also showed a contraction and expansion shape while changing from black to red.

Wei Song endured the tingling feeling on his scalp and knelt on the ground: "Your subordinate greets the prince." Du Ziheng shuddered, and he should have knelt on the ground with his knees bent, but he knelt on both legs.

"Your Highness?" Netherworld Jiuchong pondered in a cold voice, his tone revealing a hint of intrigue.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, I have also met the prince." Du Ziheng echoed in a trembling voice.

"Go away." Netherworld Nine said in a cold voice, "Why don't you pay your respects to me?"

Wei Song and Du Ziheng's pupils widened. It seemed that the person in front of them was really the ninth level of the Netherworld after the transformation. They did not have much sense of identity with the identity of Prince Ye.

The murderous man was now holding himself up as the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld, rather than existing with another identity. In other words, if the man in front of him was divided into parts, most of him was the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld, and a small part should be Ye Xiaohan...

The more crucial question is, how many memories and thoughts can this man contain for that small part of Ye Xiaohan's original body?