Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The next morning, when Qin Ci'an came with the medicine to apply to Chu Ziyu, he never expected that he would be turned away.

The hand he raised to knock on the door froze in mid-air, with a look of disbelief on his face.

However, Chu Ziyu's cold but firm voice was soon heard from the room: "Cousin, I have already taken today's medicine by myself. I dare not trouble you any more. You are very busy with affairs, so please go back!" Although the words were polite, the alienation in them was obvious.

Qin Ci stood quietly outside the door. Through the tightly closed door, he seemed to be able to see Chu Ziyu's pale but stubborn face.

He sighed softly, feeling a sense of loss and helplessness. The medicine bowl in his hand seemed to become heavy, making him feel a little breathless.

After a long time, the medicine bowl was put aside and he walked away.

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the mottled leaves into the courtyard, and the breeze blows gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

Chu Ziyu sat quietly on the chair, his face as pale as paper, his eyes covered by white silk, staring blankly ahead.

A servant carefully brought a bowl of steaming medicine to him and said softly, "Master, please take the medicine."

Chu Ziyu frowned slightly when he heard the unfamiliar voice, but then nodded slightly and reached out to take the bowl of medicine from the servant.

When he brought the medicine to his lips, a familiar smell came to his nose.

He slowly drank a mouthful of the medicine, feeling the bitter taste spreading in his mouth. The insect poison in his heart that had been agitated for recent days also calmed down again.

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded in his ear: "An Shiyi, you haven't delivered any news for a long time. His Majesty knows that you are blind and have difficulty in moving, so he hereby grants you half a month's time. This antidote is only enough for half a month, and I believe you don't want to experience the effects of the poison.

Here is an important piece of evidence about Qin Ci'an's secret dealings with the enemy country. You must find a way to secretly put it into his study."

Chu Ziyu looked at the evidence in his hand. Once this evidence was found out from the palace, Qin Ci'an would be disgraced and his entire family would be executed.

Chu Ziyu pretended to look outside the courtyard casually and saw the shadows of the trees swaying.

"His Majesty will find an opportunity to search the palace in half a month. This matter is of great importance and no mistakes can be made. Otherwise, you know the consequences. Xiaoqi is a very talented child..."

Chu Ziyu's heart tightened and his brows frowned slightly, "I know."

Two people were talking in the courtyard, but they didn't notice that a figure left silently outside the courtyard.

Just outside the courtyard, a dark shadow left quickly and silently like a ghost.

Study, "Your Majesty..."

Someone knocked on Qin Ci'an's door and walked in.

Ten days later, Chu Ziyu's eyes had basically recovered except that he could not see strong light.

On the day when the white silk on his eyes was removed, Qin Ci'an came but did not enter the house.

Listening outside the door, "Mr. Qin, your eyes have almost recovered, but you cannot see strong light, so when you go out, it is best to continue to wear the white silk on your eyes, or wear a hat mask, and take it off after a month. After that, you also need to apply gold and silver grass wet compresses every day, so that you will recover faster."

Chu Ziyu responded, and after the doctor left, he slowly said, "Cousin, come in and sit for a while."

Qin Ci'an hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open.