Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Time went back to a cup of tea ago. Changfeng waved his hand and called Lai Fu, a servant standing beside him, "You, go and hold him for half a cup of tea."

Changfeng pointed at Qin Yu with his finger, and Lai Fu looked over.

"Okay, my lord."

Lai Fu picked up the bucket at hand, and walked towards Chu Ziyu unsteadily as if he couldn't hold it steadily.

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way…”

Changfeng watched as Lai Fu poured water on Chu Ziyu's trouser legs, successfully dragged Chu Ziyu, and turned and left. He did not notice that Chu Ziyu was looking at him.

"Your Highness, you must have figured it out a long time ago, and were just waiting to catch him in the act. I don't know what Qin Yu put in your medicine, but he was sneaking around, and he doesn't look like he was doing anything good..."

Changfeng took two steps at a time and arrived at Qin Ci'an's bedroom. He reported to Qin Ci'an everything he had witnessed.

"Your Majesty, let's find someone to arrest him. We have caught him red-handed."

Qin Ci'an shook his head slightly and didn't say anything.

He looked out the window toward the courtyard, where there was a peach tree that he and Qin Yu had planted two years ago. The tree had already sprouted, and some of its branches were an eyesore.

"This tree is growing really fast. It's time to prune it."

Qin Ci'an's voice was very soft, but Changfeng also heard it. He didn't understand what his prince was thinking, but he also knew that the more he said, the more mistakes he made. After observing his master's expression, he stopped talking. After all, he had followed the prince since he was a child. If he was really a fool, he would not be alive today.

"Changfeng, please go down."

Time goes back to the present——

Qin Ci'an just looked at Qin Yu deeply without saying anything. He picked up the medicine bowl and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He still couldn't bear it. "I was soft-hearted for the last time."

He looked at the brown medicine in the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

After leaving, Changfeng, who was still worried, walked in again and saw that Qin Ci'an had drunk all the medicine. He widened his eyes with disbelief on his face, "Prince, don't..." He didn't even utter the word "drink".

Qin Ci'an's face suddenly turned pale, his blood rushed to his head, and he could no longer hold the porcelain bowl in his hand. It fell to the ground with a bang, breaking into countless pieces.

A mouthful of blood suddenly spit out from his mouth, and his white inner clothes were stained with scarlet. He fell straight onto the bed and fainted. Chu Ziyu's expression also changed.

"6872, what's going on?"

"Boss, this is too weak to be nourished. The medicine you just gave should be divided into... two more times. But what he vomited out is also blood clots. Just spit it out and wait for him to wake up."

Changfeng hurriedly pushed Chu Ziyu away, his face full of anxiety and self-blame, and walked forward to check on Qin Ci'an's condition.

Changfeng checked Qin Ci'an's breath and found that he was still breathing, so he felt relieved.

Changfeng has lived in the palace for many years, and he has made some unstable arrangements.

"Someone, call the palace doctor and keep the news secret from everyone in the palace."

Not long after, the doctor from the mansion came in a hurry. He walked quickly to the bedside, carefully observed Qin Ci'an's complexion and symptoms, then stretched out his fingers and placed them on his wrist, and began to carefully feel his pulse and diagnose.

Chu Ziyu quietly came to Qin Ci'an's bedside. Looking at his pale face, he could not help but slowly stretched out his right hand and gently touched Qin Ci'an's cheek.

However, at this moment, there was a crisp "pop" sound, and Chu Ziyu's hand was suddenly blown away by Chang Feng who was waiting beside him.

Chang Feng's eyes widened with anger, and he snorted coldly, "Stop pretending here!"