The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

"No need." This cold voice carried an irresistible meaning. Facing the questions from his subordinates, Ye Xiaohan still refused indifferently.

Wei Song and the other two could only stop there, knowing that they could not persuade the prince any further.

In the dark light and shadow, Ye Xiaohan took two steps forward, revealing his cold and ruthless face.

He pointed at Wei Bai and ordered, "Report the details of everything that happened in the mansion while I was away."

"Yes." Wei Bai did not dare to delay, and immediately adjusted his expression and told everything he knew. Whether it was Yun Mujiu's affairs, the affairs of the palace, or the affairs of the emperor, other princes, factions, etc., all were reported in detail. He even told the details of him following Yun Mujiu out of the palace to meet Princess Ji Ling's group of friends, and the details of his dining and shopping with Yun Mujiu, Meng Ninglang and others. Wei Bai, who was a bit talkative, even told the embarrassing incident of helping Fu Qian do physical work and almost twisting his old waist.

As the night deepened, Wei Bai and the other two walked out of the study.

When they returned to Du Ziheng's courtyard, the house was closed and the candles were lit. Inside the house, the three grown men looked at each other with unspeakable emotions in their eyes.

They noticed that the tiny scratches that should have been on the back of the prince's hands were nowhere to be seen, as if nothing had happened to the prince's hands.

Du Ziheng and Wei Song once doubted whether they had made a mistake. Perhaps in the dim environment of the Underworld Palace that day, they simply misjudged the wound on the back of the prince's hand.

But soon, Du Ziheng, a thoughtful doctor, rejected this guess. He said quietly, "Maybe we didn't see it wrong, but the injury has been covered up or treated."

Wei Song was stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Du Ziheng said: "Perhaps the prince used ointment to cover it up."

Wei Bo objected: "Impossible. The princess was holding the prince's hand today. In that case, the princess would definitely find out that there was something in the prince's hand? And the prince would never apply ointment to cover up the exposed scar. This method is too brainless." If that were the case, it would be too easy to be exposed. It was definitely not the smart way for the prince to act.

Du Ziheng nodded, "So there is only one other possibility left. It's not a cover-up, but it has already been dealt with."

Wei Song didn't know much about medicine, so he asked, "Did it heal so quickly? I was punished before, and it took a long time for the wound to heal. Scars can't disappear so quickly."

"Have you forgotten?" Du Ziheng's face was slightly serious, "The prince's physique is not comparable to that of ordinary people. The prince's self-healing ability is amazing."

Wei Bai responded, but his delicate brows were furrowed. "So what if his self-healing ability is amazing? It will still hurt the prince's own foundation." He sighed softly, "The prince is so quick to use his internal energy to erase the traces of the injury on the back of his hand, I'm afraid it will hurt his body even more..."

The other two were speechless, and the room fell into silence.

After a long while, Du Ziheng said, "If it really doesn't work, if there is any outstanding situation in the future, we will ask the princess to help."

What he said was that the prince was ill at the right time. After all, the prince must be a little weak now, and if he falls ill again in the future, they, his subordinates, might be helpless.

As for asking the princess for help when it was absolutely necessary, it was a risk-taking approach. They had thought about asking the princess to treat the prince, the head of the Hades Palace, the Lord of Hades, but because the timing and situation were not right, they could not reveal the identity of the Lord of Hades, nor could they put the princess in new danger, so considering various situations, they could only give up the idea.

But the situation is different now, the safety of the Lord of Hell is the most important. In the future, whether it is the prince or the Lord of Hell, once there is an emergency, they will definitely have to put aside all their concerns and ask the princess to take action. As for other bad consequences that may result, they can only talk about it at that time.

...

In Qichiyuan, Yun Mujiu was still flipping through a medical book in front of the bed, searching for some current psychiatric knowledge.

Before going to bed, Butler Zeng brought people over and said that the prince had found some excellent medicinal herbs while he was away, and had asked Doctor Du to prepare them into pills for the princess to take before going to bed to slowly heal her body.

After giving his instructions, Butler Zeng left with a smile. Chunlan entered the room holding a small wooden box. Yun Mujiu opened the box and took out a Baiying pill.

Looking closely, it is indeed a good medicine.

"Princess, the prince really cares about you. It seems that every time he goes out to do something, the prince always thinks of bringing some good medicine for you." Chunlan said with a smile, and Xiahe, Qiutang and Dongyu also echoed. "Yes, the prince went on a long trip before, and he also brought back a lot of rare medicine for you."

Several little girls were chattering away, with happy expressions on their faces.

"You guys really talk too much." Yun Mujiu chuckled at their jokes.

I had just taken the pill, but the system automatically read the ingredients of the pill and then got the result.

In modern medical records, this herb only appears in ancient books, but now it has appeared in this world, and its ingredients have been greatly improved. This herb is hard to find, and the pills made from it are extremely beneficial for nourishing the body and mind.

Yun Mujiu thought of Ye Xiaohan, and his heart felt warm. He took the hot water and took the medicine. Not long after, he felt as if there was a faint warm current flowing in his body, and then his mind seemed to become more peaceful.

It’s really a good medicine.

Xiao Xiao, the cold-blooded prince, has become more caring now.

Yun Mujiu took the medicine and read the medical book for a long time before he felt tired. The last time Ye Xiaohan sent pills every day, he felt sleepy immediately after taking them.

However, different drugs have different effects. Some of them are prone to make people sleepy, while others are not.

Yun Mujiu didn't think much about it. He put down the book and went to sleep.

When she closed her eyes, she couldn't help but recall two pairs of hands in her mind, one pair as white as jade, the other pair as brown as copper, and then she thought of the smooth touch of Ye Xiaohan's hands today.

Ye Xiaohan and Youming Jiuchong are so different, how could they be the same person?

As sleepiness came over him, Yun Mujiu fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't know that on the tiled roof of an attic outside Qichiyuan, there was a man standing solemnly, his eyes fixed on her yard.

But the man just watched from a distance, and had no intention of coming to her bedroom...

On the morning of the second day, news about His Royal Highness the Night King had spread throughout the capital, and even the counties surrounding the capital had heard the news.

Everyone focused all their attention on the Night King, and everyone was looking forward to his appearance.

In fact, the capital was in chaos, but the prince of the Night Palace was very peaceful and mysterious...

In the Ye Palace, Ye Xiaohan went on a date with Yun Mujiu...