Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Yue Ran returned to the palace, carrying carved railings and jade bricks and a large pile of medicinal herbs, and went straight to see Ning Xin.

When Yue Yuan saw the large and small packages of medicine, his eyelids twitched.

Did the medicine he took require so many kinds of medicinal ingredients?

Yue Ran arranged a separate side courtyard for Ning Xin. The side courtyard had its own small kitchen. Once the gate was opened, it was only a few steps away from the main courtyard of King Dingbei.

At this moment, the gates of the main courtyard and the side courtyard were wide open, and Yue Yuan was stretching his muscles at the gate of the side courtyard.

Tea and cakes were placed in the pavilion outside the main courtyard, and several small stoves were lit to make hot tea. In addition to Concubine Liu and Concubine Qin who were accompanying them, there were also a dozen of Yue Yuan's personal soldiers guarding the surroundings, forming a circle like an iron barrel.

Yue Zihuan's men might be discovered even if they took a peek from a distance, so Yue Zihuan could only give up for the time being.

Anyway, his house arrest will soon be over, and then he can stay by King Dingbei's side openly and see how the female doctor treats him.

Ning Xin welcomed Yue Ran into the yard and slammed the door shut.

The two concubines and a dozen personal guards were already used to it and didn't even blink an eye.

This female doctor Ning has a bit of a strange temper, but as long as she is sincere in curing the prince, she would be willing to go to heaven.

In the side courtyard, the carved railings and jade bricks piled all the medicine bags on a low table. Ning Xin didn't even look at the pile of medicine. She took a few bags of medicine from Yue Ran's arms, held them to her nose and smelled them, then nodded slightly:

"Yes, these are the medicines, but we are still missing one ingredient."

Ning Xin raised her head and looked at Yue Ran, saying solemnly:

"The medicine I prepared is different from that of my uncle. It requires a key medicine guide, which may be difficult to find."

Yue Ran nodded and waited for Ning Xin to continue.

"The medicine I need is a tree that is more than a hundred years old."

Yue Ran was startled when she heard this, and immediately opened her eyes wide, and Ning Xin also met her gaze:

"It seems that the princess really knows the inside story. If it were someone else, it would be difficult to get this medicine, but the princess's biological mother, the late princess, was a disciple of the Divine Master Sect. Perhaps she left you a clue."

Sambucus strychnifolia is a common medicinal herb for treating bone injuries. However, Sambucus strychnifolia that is over a hundred years old can only be found in the medicinal fields of the Shenzun Sect. Ordinary Sambucus strychnifolia cannot live for so many years.

Yue Ran looked at Ning Xin seriously, then spoke slowly:

"Miss Ning is willing to come to the palace with me, is it because she wants this hundred-year-old sibiricum tree?"

She asked the question in a questioning tone, but her tone was very certain.

Ning Xin's face, which was usually expressionless, now showed a trace of shame.

"What the princess said is correct. When I heard that you were here to treat the old illness of the King of Dingbei, the first thing I thought of was the princess's life experience and this century-old bone-shaking tree."

She admitted it openly, took a step back, raised her hands, and bowed deeply to Yue Ran.

"Ning Xin has been researching medicine for reconnecting broken bones, but has made no progress over the years. What she lacks is this century-old bone-reconnecting tree."

"Although Ning Xin has selfish motives, she guarantees that as long as she has this medicine, even if the prince cannot regenerate his limbs and walk again, he will definitely be able to replenish his blood and be healthier than before!"

"Just think of it as Ning Xin asking the princess for help on behalf of the countless people in the world who have suffered from broken bones and are unable to recover!"

Yue Ran looked at Ning Xin with a complicated expression.

Well, how could an ordinary female doctor who offended all the concubines in the harem and still lived safely for two years be really an ignorant person of the world?

Although Ning Xin put her on a high pedestal, Yue Ran just needed an answer.

"Miss Ning, are you sure that with this century-old genus tree, you can definitely cure my father? How long will it take?"

Ning Xin raised her upper body and answered confidently:

"As long as I continue to treat you, Your Majesty will be completely cured in three months, except that you will not be able to walk again."

Yue Ran stared at Ning Xin quietly, his eyes were like two sharp swords, pointing directly into Ning Xin's heart, making Ning Xin feel invisible pressure.

When Ning Xin unconsciously raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, Yue Ran said loudly:

"Okay, I'll go find the Centennial Broomcorn Millet right away!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she strode out of the courtyard. Seeing Yue Yuan still carrying water, the aura on her face softened instantly:

"Father, Doctor Ning is working on making the medicine. You will be well soon."

Yue Yuan looked at his daughter with relief, but still felt a little regretful. It would have been great if Ranran was a boy.

Yue Ran gathered his red cloak, looked up at the sky, and then said:

"My daughter is going to Qingquan Villa. She left something important there. Father, please take good care of yourself in the mansion."

Yue Yuan was stunned. A cold wind blew in the garden and he sneezed loudly.

“Ha~~!”

“Wait, what if it snows again? Ranran, Ranran!”

Yue Ran has already strode away, her red figure more eye-catching than the red plum blossoms in the snow.

Yue Yuan's eyelids twitched again, and he felt a little uneasy.

Concubine Qin took a towel and wiped the sweat off Yue Yuan's forehead, and said softly:

"The princess left the city at this time. It must be something extremely important. Perhaps it is related to the prince's injury."

"Your Majesty, I believe the princess will handle it."

Yue Yuan looked at his daughter's back as she walked further and further away, with an unclear expression on his face.

Without his knowledge, his daughter Ranran had grown into a pine tree that could withstand the wind and snow alone.

On the main street of Beijing, Xianrenzui’s elegant street-side seats.

It was late afternoon, and the sun would be shining brightly on normal days. However, today, the sky was filled with lead-gray clouds pressing heavily over the capital. Pedestrians on the street looked up from time to time, and everyone quickened their pace with a solemn look on their faces.

The usually bustling streets have fewer and fewer pedestrians, with only a few people still walking slowly forward.

Rada was also looking at the distant sky, which at this moment was filled with dark gray clouds.

They grew up and lived in Beiliang, and as soon as they saw the clouds, they knew that the capital of Da Chu was about to experience a rare snowstorm.

"Your Highness, let's go back as soon as possible. Judging from the weather, I'm afraid there will be a snowstorm tonight."

Murong Hui stood at the window, the tea in his hand had already been turned cold by the cold wind.

The hem of the black brocade robe fluttered gently in the wind, and the stretched shoulders looked particularly elegant in the cold wind.

Snowflakes began to slowly fall from the sky, landing on his deep and three-dimensional cheeks, making his eyes look like dots of ink, revealing an innate nobility and coldness.

Without Rada's reminder, his nose could already smell the scent of the blizzard in the wind.

But what does it have to do with him?

Murong Hui raised his head and drank the cold tea. He was about to ask Lada to leave, but his eyes suddenly stopped.

On the snow-covered streets of the capital, a red figure was approaching quickly like a red cloud.

The woman was riding on a black warhorse, with an upright posture and a high spirit.

The snowflakes fell on the ends of her hair, intertwining with her long hair, adding a bit of heroism and wildness.

She gripped the whip tightly and steed the black horse under her crotch, leaving a series of deep hoof prints on the snow, and deftly avoided the sparse passers-by on the street.

The wind blew the snowflakes around her, but it couldn't stop her from moving forward. Her face looked even more cool and beautiful in the cold wind, and her rosy lips looked even more gorgeous and eye-catching against the backdrop of the snowflakes.

Murong Hui stared at Yue Ran's speeding back, then waved to Lada with his back turned:

"You go back first, no need to wait for me."

Just as Rada was about to refuse, the tall figure in front of him disappeared from the spot.

There was the sound of horses neighing downstairs.

Rada rushed to the window and saw his prince riding his beloved white horse and following Yue Ran all the way.

"At least wear a fox fur coat, ancestor!"