After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

On the contrary, even if the treatment is ineffective, the Queen will regard Zhao Xianer as doing a good deed.

Her incompetence was highlighted, while Zhao Xianer received numerous praises and she herself was put in an embarrassing situation.

Cui Rong's face remained calm as she walked towards Song Yanyi's bed with firm steps. She stretched out her slender fingers to place them on his wrist to take his pulse.

The Queen followed closely with a look full of anxiety and expectation, while Zhao Xian'er whispered to comfort the Queen.

Her voice was as gentle as honey: "Don't worry, Madam, just leave everything to Sister Cui."

Cui Rongrong pretended to complete the diagnostic steps. Although she felt a little upset about Zhao Xianer's excessive praise, she remained calm on the surface.

Then she took out a silver acupuncture instrument.

The needle accurately penetrated several vital acupoints of Song Yanyi, causing Song Yanyi to let out a slight moan.

Then, without waiting for others to react, she decisively pried open Song Yanyi's lips and teeth and stuffed a black pill into his mouth.

The Queen was filled with worry and asked anxiously, "Miss Rongrong, what kind of medicine did you give Yanyi? Why is Yanyi's face getting paler and he seems to be in more pain?"

At this moment, Song Yanyi's face was almost transparent, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was entangled in a nightmare and could not escape.

After carefully checking Song Yanyi's pulse again, Cui Rongrong looked solemn and said to the queen in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince looks so haggard. I'm afraid he has been worrying too much since returning to Beijing, causing his body to be unable to bear the weight."

"I originally intended to use my exquisite medical skills to clear the long-stagnant qi in the body of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, hoping to awaken his dormant soul. However, after investigation, I found that the stagnant qi was like a frozen river in winter, and had already deeply blocked the fragile meridians of His Royal Highness. It is undoubtedly an extremely difficult challenge to restore the Crown Prince's vitality."

Upon hearing the news, the Queen's eyes flashed with anxiety: "Miss Rongrong, no matter what your needs are, just tell me. I will send someone to handle it immediately and make sure everything goes well."

Facing the Queen's urgency, Cui Rongrong revealed a subtle worry between her brows, while Zhao Xian'er beside her responded gently, trying to share her friend's worries with her own words: "Sister Cui, if there is anything I can do for you, just tell me, I will spare no effort."

"This important task must be shouldered by Sister Zhao."

Cui Rong looked at Zhao Xian'er with a firm gaze.

Zhao Xian'er felt the weight of it, and her heart tightened. She had a feeling that things were not simple, but due to the Queen's earnest gaze, she barely suppressed her uneasiness and responded with a slightly trembling voice: "Sister Cui, please tell me frankly."

Cui Rongrong's face was solemn, and she slowly told the truth: "Your Highness has been guarding the mausoleum for a long time. The cold air there is like a sharp ice blade, silently corroding your body. Now, the cold air and depression are intertwined. If you can't guide this cold power out, your Highness may sleep forever."

"Therefore, a pure feminine body is urgently needed as a medium to accept and neutralize the coldness in the prince's body. Unfortunately, although I can guide the process, I cannot take on the task of acceptance. Looking around, except for you, Miss Zhao, there is no other candidate who can take on this important task."

Zhao Xian'er held the handkerchief in her hand, her fingers unconsciously tightening due to nervousness. Her voice was somewhat uncertain: "Will accepting this cold and gloomy air cause any harm to my body?"

Cui Rongrong met her gaze seriously and said frankly: "It is inevitable that there will be some impact. The cold air entering your body may damage your foundation and affect your future fertility. But I know that Miss Zhao has a deep friendship with the prince. This sacrifice may not be unbearable in your heart."

"Please rest assured, Miss Zhao. The imperial medical team and I will do our best to restore your health."

Hearing this, Zhao Xian'er's face turned pale, and she tried to find an alternative plan anxiously: "I should be more than one person in the world who has a pure Yin physique. Let me find one for Sister Cui immediately."

Just as she was about to step out of the room, Cui Rong seemed to accidentally touch Song Yanyi's wrist, and Song Yanyi suddenly vomited blood. This scene made the queen panic, and she hurried forward to take care of him.

Cui Rongrong's words were heavy: "His Royal Highness is in critical condition. I'm afraid that before Miss Zhao finds someone else, His Royal Highness will be powerless to save him."

"Miss Zhao, there is no time to delay."

Under Cui Rongrong's repeated urging, Zhao Xianer's face became increasingly heavy.

She had never expected that rescuing Song Yanyi would be so directly related to herself, and she felt mixed emotions.

Originally, she only planned to wait for the opportunity to come under the pretext of accompanying the Queen, but now she has to sacrifice the possibility of having offspring in exchange for Song Yanyi's well-being. How can she be willing to do this!

Zhao Xianer's steps froze in hesitation.

Cui Rongrong knew what he meant, but she deliberately asked in a questioning tone: "Sister Zhao, why don't you come over?"

The queen frowned slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes: "Xian'er, do you have any objections?"

Zhao Xian'er's body trembled, and she quickly shook her head to explain: "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm afraid..."

The Queen interrupted her in a cold tone, "Yun Rong has promised to work with the imperial physician to take care of your health, so there is no need to worry. Right now, the most important thing is to save Yan Yi as soon as possible."

Zhao Xian'er was hesitant to speak. The Queen had already made up her mind. Further arguing would only make her seem like she was shirking responsibility and might even ruin the image she had worked so hard to build over the years.

Furthermore, risks breed opportunities, and this may be the best time to get close to the prince.

She gritted her teeth secretly, clenched her fists, suppressed the waves in her heart, and walked towards Cui Rong resolutely.

Cui Rong gently said a perfunctory word of comfort, her tone gentle and somewhat casual: "Sister Zhao, don't worry too much. When I guide the cold air to slowly flow into your body, you should be extremely cautious. Perhaps this process will not cause any harm to your fragile body."

Zhao Xian'er forced herself to raise the corners of her mouth and squeezed out a pale and weak smile. Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, with a barely perceptible tremor: "In this case, I'll leave everything to Sister Cui."

Cui Rongrong responded with a gentle smile and motioned Zhao Xianer to sit next to her.

Then, she held a bunch of silver needles, which reflected a cold light under the candlelight.

As she skillfully inserted silver needles into Zhao Xian'er's delicate skin, the atmosphere in the air became extremely solemn.

As time passed, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Zhao Xianer's forehead, and the crystal beads of sweat gleamed faintly in the candlelight.

Her face grew paler and the blood disappeared from her lips.

The whole person began to tremble slightly involuntarily, and cold sweat gushed out like a spring, quickly soaking the thin clothes, and a cold breath quietly filled the room.