After her death, the emperors of the seven kingdoms all went mad

It was then that Zuo Xiaoqi realized that Lan Zhi looked familiar. He widened his eyes and said, "Are you the person in the desert that day?!"

"Otherwise, why do you think I should save your prince?"

Zuo Xiaoqi nodded. It turned out that he was repaying a favor. He was just wondering why he wanted to save his master.

Mu Qingyin walked back again, anger revealed on her cold face.

She looked down at Lan Zhi and said, "How can you, a prime minister in name only, know medical skills? Did you really give Jiuhan the injection?!"

She thought it was Zuo Xiaoqi who gave Bai Jiuhan the injection, but she didn't expect it to be this idiot.

Lan Zhi didn't take it seriously and glanced at Mu Qingyin nonchalantly: "Don't talk through your nose. It makes your nose look big and ugly. Be careful not to spray out nasal mucus, which is disgusting."

"You——" Mu Qingyin, who was always calm, threw his sleeves in anger, and then snorted coldly: "Vulgar person!"

"You are still a fool, a fool."

Mu Qingyin didn't understand what she meant, but she always felt that it was not a good word.

She no longer paid attention to Lan Zhi, and coldly ordered her maid: "Xiao Xi, remove the needles and take the prince away."

Seeing Zuo Xiaoqi trying to stop her, she narrowed her eyes and said, "Zuo Xiaoqi, how dare you disobey me?"

"But......"

"Do you believe me, I asked Jiuhan to replace you?"

Wow, this is the tone of a hostess.

Lan Zhi smiled and imitated her tone and said to Zuo Xiaoqi: "Believe it or not, I will replace you and sell you to the enemy country."

Lan Zhi did not deliberately emphasize her voice, and her voice was very feminine.

Zuo Xiaoqi got goosebumps when he heard her say that.

At this time, the sounds of fighting outside gradually died down, and then a loud shout was heard: "Father, I know I was wrong! Please let me go."

Then there was a sound of cutting, and something heavy fell to the ground.

Although they couldn't see it, everyone in this corner knew that the prince should have been killed.

Zuo Xiaoqi couldn't help but admire his master's strategy.

By pushing the prince to rebel, the emperor's sons can be killed at the same time.

The current emperor cannot be shaken easily, the master needs to take it step by step.

You can't blame the master for being cruel. Didn't the emperor also try to take the master's life bit by bit? Obviously, the master was still so young and had never thought about the throne.

After all, the reason it has come to this is that the prince himself is too greedy for the throne.

The master just went along with the situation, but he killed all his brothers.

Lan Zhi withdrew her gaze from outside and saw that Bai Jiuhan's bleeding had stopped, so she pulled out all the needles surrounding his wound.

She turned and walked out. When she passed by Zuo Xiaoqi, she patted his shoulder and said, "Be gentle and don't tear the wound to make it bleed again. There is a bed in this side hall. Don't look for trouble and don't forget who your master is."

After hearing her words, Zuo Xiaoqi suddenly felt ashamed.

Indeed, he usually listened too much to Mu Qingyin.

I almost harmed my master just now.

"What does she mean by that? Who is looking for trouble? My princess just wants to take the prince to the room to ask the imperial physician to treat him."

"Princess, I think we should not move so far. I will carry the prince to the couch first."

Lan Zhi had already walked outside, and the palace riot had subsided.

The officers who participated in the rebellion were dragged out and beheaded, and their bodies were hung on the city wall for three days.

The prince was lying in front of the palace. The sunlight shone on his gorgeous gold-thread clothes, making them sparkle. His body was bright red. In the sunlight, the gold and red shone brightly and dazzlingly, yet also tragically and horrifyingly.

Bai Chuyin collapsed on the ground and cried heartbrokenly, her tears were real.

In fact, he had arranged all this long ago, but when the moment really came, how could he remain indifferent as a father?

But the emperor will not be soft-hearted. Sadness and being soft-hearted are two different things, even if that person is his son.

What he didn't expect was that his other sons would also die in this political turmoil.

The ministers came forward to comfort him and helped him back to rest.

When he turned around and saw Lan Zhi, he remembered Bai Jiuhan who blocked the sword for him.

"Lan Xiang, where did you take my ninth brother just now? How is he now?"

Lan Zhi stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince was seriously injured, but he has been rescued now. He is now in the side hall."

Bai Chuyin broke away from the person who was supporting him and ran straight to the side hall.

Upon seeing this, a group of ministers also followed in a mighty procession to visit the Ninth Prince.

As soon as the emperor entered, he saw Mu Qingyin wiping Bai Jiuhan's face, and a trace of annoyance flashed across his face.

But soon, his face returned to that worried and nervous look.

"Yinyin, how is Jiuhan?"

When Mu Qingyin saw the emperor coming in, she stood up and said, "Your Majesty, you are here."

There were tears in her eyes, but she was stubborn and refused to let them fall. She looked both cold and touching.

"Jiuhan was seriously injured, but fortunately his life is no longer in danger."

Bai Chuyin felt a dull pain in his heart when he saw her showing such an expression despite her pride.

When will she show such expression and worry for herself?

He walked to Bai Jiuhan's bed, glanced at him who was unconscious, and said to Mu Qingyin, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It should."

"Doctor, how is the prince doing now?"

"Your Majesty, the sword wound on the prince was quite deep. It almost hurt his internal organs and punctured his blood vessels. Fortunately, they treated him in time and stopped the bleeding. The prince just needs to rest for a while and he will be fine."

Bai Chuyin nodded with relief, and then said to Mu Qingyin gently: "Yinyin, thanks to you this time. If anything happens to Jiuhan, I will not forgive myself."

"Your Majesty, don't say that. I don't want anything to happen to you or Jiuhan."

"Thank you for saving Jiuhan."

"Your Majesty is serious."

Bai Chuyin said: "The princess has done a great service in saving the Ninth Prince, so I will reward you."

Zuo Xiaoqi, who was standing by, wanted to say that there was someone else who saved the prince, but when he saw the emperor striding away, he was unable to say it in the end.

Lan Zhi didn't know anything about what was happening here. She had already returned to her own little palace.

Mu Qingyin stayed by Bai Jiuhan's side, wiping his non-existent sweat.

It was not until night fell and the lights came on that Bai Jiuhan finally woke up.

"Jiuhan, are you awake?!" Mu Qingyin happily touched his forehead and tucked the quilt for him.

A series of insignificant actions, but they reveal her concern.

"How is it? Does the wound still hurt? You scared me to death."

Before Bai Jiuhan could speak, Xiaoxi on the side muttered, "The princess has been taking care of the prince for several hours, and she doesn't even drink a sip of water."

Bai Jiuhan was slightly stunned. Was it Mu Qingyin who saved him and has been taking care of him?

Knowing that the emperor liked her, he had always been distant and cold towards her. Every time she approached him, he avoided her like the plague.

Is this a little too much?

He nodded in thanks: "Thank you."

"Do you have to be so distant with me?"

"Thank you anyway."