I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

It was late at night and everyone had fallen asleep, but Chi Yuehan still stayed by the bed and refused to leave.

Her eyes were bloodshot and she stared at An Zhaoyan on the bed nervously.

Suddenly, she found that An Zhaoyan's body began to heat up, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Chi Yuehan's heart sank suddenly, and she immediately called the imperial physician from the side hall to come and treat her.

Several imperial doctors rushed over, and after seeing An Zhaoyan's condition, they all looked troubled.

They wiped his forehead and limbs with wet towels, trying to lower his body temperature, but with little effect. They gave him several doses of medicine, but he vomited more than he vomited.

As time went by, An Zhaoyan's high fever became more severe, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he uttered painful groans from time to time.

Chi Yuehan was extremely anxious, and her tears could not stop flowing. She held An Zhaoyan's hand tightly and called his name softly, hoping to wake him up.

However, An Zhaoyan's condition did not improve, but became more serious.

"What should we do?" Chi Yuehan asked while choking with sobs.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. We will do our best to find a solution." The imperial doctors replied.

However, Chi Yuehan knew that if An Zhaoyan's high fever could not be controlled in time, the consequences would be disastrous. She paced anxiously, constantly thinking about solutions in her mind, in contrast to the silent Jiang Xingkuo.

Jiang Xingkuo was actually also in a state of confusion, like a pool of stagnant water being stirred by a big stick, but she tried her best to force herself to calm down, like a small boat in a storm.

It would be great if Doctor Ji were here.

But this damn old man's whereabouts are always hard to figure out!

Suddenly, an idea came to her mind. She stood up abruptly and rushed out in a hurry, leaving everyone in the room staring at each other.

Along the way, she was extremely anxious and kept urging the horse to speed up.

When Jiang Xingkuo finally arrived at the princess's mansion, the sky was already beginning to brighten.

She rushed into the room anxiously and quickly rummaged through the drawers looking for something important.

After an anxious search, she finally found a small box in the corner of the bed.

She couldn't wait to open the small box and continued to rummage around frantically, but she couldn't find what she wanted. Finally, she simply dumped everything inside onto the ground.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on a small paper box that had rolled to the ground.

Jiang Xingkuo hurriedly picked up the small paper box and looked at it. He was instantly overjoyed and tears welled up in his eyes.

An Zhaoyan is saved!

Without hesitation, she rode back to the imperial city again, riding at lightning speed all the way, with only one thought in her mind: she must get back to An Zhaoyan as soon as possible.

A woman in white clothes with long flowing hair flashed by, leaving only a faint fragrance.

Coming to the bedside, Jiang Xingkuo took out the precious little paper box from his arms and carefully took out a box of capsules from it.

She forced open An Zhaoyan's clenched teeth, stuffed the capsule into his mouth, and then ordered others to lift An Zhaoyan up so that he could swallow the medicine smoothly.

Everyone looked at her series of actions in surprise and were stunned.

Chi Yuehan nervously grabbed Jiang Xingkuo's hand and asked in a trembling voice, "What did you feed him?"

"A miracle drug," she replied.

In fact, she didn't have much confidence in her heart, but she still wanted to give everyone some hope. After all, in ancient times, a cold could be fatal.

Whether he can survive depends on himself.

An imperial physician took the capsule, looked at it for a long time, and handed it to his colleagues. Several of them smelled it and looked incredulous.

No one dared to stop him. After all, they were helpless now and could only try their best to save the situation.

A day passed slowly as everyone anxiously waited. After forcibly feeding him medicine several times, An Zhaoyan's high fever finally subsided, his breathing became steady, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.

Chi Yuehan finally let go of her worries. She sat down on the bed tiredly, holding Jiang Xingkuo's hand and weeping with gratitude.

Jiang Xingkuo was also sweating, it had to be Doctor Ji.

Back then, she was just having fun and secretly took away Dr. Ji's antibiotics. Who knew that they would come in handy now.

It's going to be okay, she thought.

However, the palace servants who fled one after another, like a flock of frightened birds, were enough to illustrate the intensity of the battle outside.

Never mind, just be confused for a while.

The body is the capital of revolution!

Jiang Xingkuo just wanted to take a nap, but was woken up again.

"I don't know whether I should tell the girl about this." Lu Ming looked embarrassed and spoke hesitantly.

"Is there any worse news than the city being breached?" Jiang Xingkuo sighed, "If the city was breached, we wouldn't be able to stay here safe and sound now."

"That's not the case. It's just that last night at midnight, I saw someone setting off fireworks at the foot of the mountain outside the city. This is totally against common sense." Lu Ming looked bitter and resentful. "The rebels haven't succeeded yet. Isn't it too early to set off fireworks to celebrate now?"

Jiang Xingkuo's eyes widened instantly and he became sober immediately.

She grabbed Lu Ming's arm tightly and asked anxiously, "What kind of fireworks?"

Lu Ming recalled for a long time before he slowly said, "The shape of the fireworks is a bit strange. It looks like words but not really. I can't really tell."

Jiang Xingkuo's eyes became sharp, and a person immediately came to her mind.

It must be An Huanyan. She must have some important message to convey to me.

"Lu Ming, please think back, what shape it is?" Jiang Xingkuo asked anxiously, his eyes full of anticipation.

Lu Ming frowned and tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember it. "I really don't remember it very well."

Jiang Xingkuo was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing around the room.

At this time, Teng Xi, who was holding the little prince to coax him to sleep, heard their discussion and couldn't help but interrupt, "I saw it too."

Jiang Xingkuo seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. He immediately pulled her over and asked excitedly, "You still remember what shape it is, right?"

Tengxi thought for a while and nodded.

Under Jiang Xingkuo's expectant gaze, Tengxi drew on paper as he thought.

Jiang Xingkuo stared at the crooked symbols on the paper and pondered for a long time.

Dust.

What does that mean?

It should be this English word.

She turned the paper over and over, and scratched her head until it hurt, but she still couldn't figure out what An Huanyan meant.

Dust, dust? Dust? Dust?

Wait, dust!

Her eyes lit up, like a spring breeze, like sunshine, and like twinkling stars.

"You are amazing! Ah Yan!"

She suddenly burst into laughter, startling everyone around her.

Realizing An Huanyan's hint, she felt an indescribable excitement in her heart, and her heart beat faster as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

Possibilities and plans raced through her mind as to how she could use this information to achieve her own ends.

In any case, this method can at least delay it for a while.