The Cold-blooded Emperor's Vengeful Concubine

Under the cold moonlight, in the empty Tongyin Palace courtyard, only a terrified and helpless cry floated in the silent night sky...

"Someone come, someone come quickly, save the princess, save the princess." Ning'er held the unconscious Yun Jingman and shouted at the top of her lungs, her body trembling.

Yun Jingman fell to the ground without warning, which frightened Ning Er so much that she was at a loss for words. Ning Er looked down at Yun Jingman lying quietly on the ground. Under the dim moonlight, Yun Jingman's face was pale and bloodless, as if...

Ning Er didn't dare to imagine further, let alone easily reach out to feel Yun Jingman's breath. She was afraid, she was really afraid...

“Princess, what’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with you? Don’t scare Ning’er, wuwuwu…” Ning’er shook violently and shouted loudly, but she couldn’t wake up Yun Jingman with his eyes closed…

"Someone, come quickly. Someone, please save the princess..." Ning'er was at a loss, just crying and shouting. Suddenly she realized that she was powerless. Usually, when the princess was around, she took care of everything. It was not Ning who took care of the princess, but the princess who took care of everything for her.

If the princess was not there, she couldn't imagine what she would become. Just like before, the Butterfly Concubine's finger-pinching punishment was enough to send her to hell, where she would never see the light of day again.

Ning'er hugged Yun Jingman tightly, fell on her, and cried loudly. It seemed that at this moment, she could do nothing but cry.

Deep fear, deep shame, deep helplessness...

Ning'er was crying loudly, but suddenly an idea flashed in her mind. She burst into laughter and shook the sleepy Yun Jingman. With snot and tears, she said hoarsely: "Princess, I've got it, I've got it. I'll go find the imperial physician. When the imperial physician comes, the princess will be fine, fine." Ning'er carefully put Yun Jingman down and laid her flat on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Princess. Ning'er can't hold you. You just have to lie on the ground for a while. Ning'er, we will find someone to rescue you soon." After she finished speaking, she untied her outer garment and draped it over Yun Jingman, who had a calm face. She wrapped it tightly around herself, fearing that a slight breeze would cool Yun Jingman.

Ning'er ran out, but she couldn't see a figure flying down from under the big banyan tree. The spotless white clothes fluttered in the night sky, shining silver light under the pale moonlight. The face could not be seen clearly under the butterfly-shaped mask, but the cold eyes shot towards the quiet face.

Ning'er ran desperately towards the Imperial Hospital, not daring to relax for a moment. She had only one belief in her mind, which was to save the princess. She fell down several times and hit the wall several times along the way, but she no longer remembered them. She just knew that if she fell, she had to stand up, and if she hit the wall, she had to go around it and keep moving forward.

Finally arriving at the Imperial Hospital, Ning Er slammed the tightly closed door vigorously, shouting in a hoarse and greasy voice: "Open the door quickly, open the door quickly, someone come quickly, save the Queen, quickly..."

My hands slapped the thick door without feeling any pain, tears and sweat mixed together and fell down, I couldn't tell which was the tears or the sweat...

"Who is it? Yelling and shouting in the middle of the night, disturbing people's sleep. Don't you know that?" The short and thin medicine boy with a small bun yawned and complained.

Ning'er quickly grabbed the little medicine boy's hand. Her eyes were swollen from crying, as red as walnuts, and she couldn't see clearly. "Is it the imperial physician? Come, follow me. The queen has fainted. Let's go and see her." As she spoke, she pulled the person out.

"Hey, who are you? Where are you going? I'm not an imperial physician. I'm just a medicine boy." The little medicine boy looked at the person holding his hand. Looking at her, she was sweating profusely, with messy hair, untidy clothes, and eyes that were swollen like a rabbit. There were only two words in his mind - lunatic.

He pushed away her hand that was holding his and looked at Ning'er with disgust.

"What about the imperial physician? Where is the imperial physician? I want to find the imperial physician. The queen is ill." Ning'er didn't care that the little medicine boy pushed her hand away. She just kept asking anxiously.

"There is no imperial physician here at this time." The little medicine boy answered her kindly. She sounded like a maid from the Queen's palace, and her tone was slightly better.

"Where is the imperial physician on duty? He's not here either?" Ning'er asked hurriedly.