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Bei Yingchen was so frightened that he almost jumped up from where he was standing: "No, no need!"

Seeing Bei Yingchen covering his face and running away, Ji Chilian sighed and closed the door silently.

At the same time, in Yi Qianhuan's room opposite.

Xi Jiangyue stood at the door in a daze, all that came to her mind were what Bei Yingchen had just said.

Her heartbeat quickened further, and Xi Jiangyue looked at a loss.

Yi Qianhuan saw Xi Jiangyue standing still in front of the door, so he walked over and gently patted her shoulder: "Princess Thirteen."

Xi Jiangyue was startled and looked up to meet Yi Qianhuan's gaze. "Lord National God, I, I...I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

"The young prince originally wanted to tell you what he said just now. How can you be considered eavesdropping? However, our most urgent priority right now is to treat your wound. As for how you plan to respond to the young prince next, you can think about it and decide later."

"Actually, there's no such thing as wanting or not wanting. My father sent me to Yunzhao Kingdom for a marriage alliance. I have no say in my marriage. So, for me, it doesn't matter who I marry."

As Xi Jiangyue said this, the scene where Bei Yingchen asked for her opinion at the palace banquet appeared in front of her eyes.

After recalling this scene, everything became out of control, and every little detail between Bei Yingchen and her appeared before her eyes.

"Princess Thirteen, it doesn't matter to you who you marry, but marrying Bei Yingchen would be better, right?" How could Yi Qianhuan not see the young girl's springtime love.

Xi Jiangyue grew up in the deep palace. She has never experienced passionate feelings and has always lived like a tool.

It would be strange if she didn't feel moved when she met a sincere man like Bei Yingchen.

Seeing that Xi Jiangyue didn't deny it, Yi Qianhuan said, "It's not easy to meet someone you can entrust your life to. The young prince would be a good match, but there is destined to be more than just feelings between you two."

"Does the national god want to remind me that I am the princess of the enemy country?" The gleam of anticipation in Xi Jiangyue's eyes flickered after hearing this, and her whole gaze dimmed a lot.

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean you need to think carefully about whether you will stand on the side of your motherland or your husband if something unexpected happens." Yi Qianhuan saw Xi Jiangyue lost in thought and considerately didn't rush her to make a decision. "Princess, you still have plenty of time to think. Now, let me perform the surgery."

Xi Jiangyue looked at Yi Qianhuan, responded, and sat down obediently according to Yi Qianhuan's arrangements.

Yi Qianhuan and Yi Mobao carefully disinfected the entire room to ensure that the room was as sterile as possible.

Afterwards, Yi Qianhuan gave Xi Jiangyue the anesthetic that she and Yi Mobao had recently developed.

Anesthetics can be taken orally or topically. Just seconds after Xi Jiangyue took the anesthetic, she felt drowsy. "Strange, why am I so sleepy..."

Preparations had been made long ago. When Xi Jiangyue fell unconscious, Yi Qianhuan reached out his hand, steadied her body, took her to the disinfected bed, and laid her flat.

"Mobao, make sure there is enough light in the room. I need to treat the princess's wounds as soon as possible." Yi Qianhuan took a quick look and found that Xi Jiangyue's wounds were actually more serious than they had imagined. Many of them had damaged the nerves and needed to be sutured tightly.

Yi Qianhuan took out the special surgical thread.

It's a coincidence. If she had performed such a delicate operation before, Xi Jiangyue would have suffered the same pain as Shen Yaosi.

But this time after going to the treasure house of Beiyou Country, she gained a lot. She found a lot of medical equipment in the abandoned city hospital, among which the precision surgical thread used for suturing was her greatest gain.

Yi Qianhuan patiently began to suture Xi Jiangyue's wound. It took him two hours to finally finish the operation and completely bandage Xi Jiangyue's wound.

Yi Qianhuan wanted to rest, but he heard the servant coming to report that Master Wuchen had arrived.

Having to force herself to meet Master Wuchen despite her tired body, Yi Qianhuan looked at Master Wuchen's hypocritical politeness to her, and finally proposed to live in the National God's Mansion.

Even drinking strong tea couldn't suppress his fatigue. Yi Qianhuan frowned and asked, "Master Wuchen's visit this time was the Emperor's intention?"

Wu Chen smiled casually: "Yes, the emperor was worried that the Lord of the State God would not be able to handle it alone, so he specifically asked me to assist the Lord of the State God."

Yi Qianhuan said calmly, "In that case, please ask Master Wuchen to help me remove the curse from me."

Wu Chen was so frightened that his heart trembled and he stammered, "You, what did you say?"

"I said I was accidentally cursed, and I hope Master Wuchen can help me investigate this curse and help me cure it." Seeing Wuchen's expression was a little stiff, Yi Qianhuan said with a smile, "Master Wuchen, didn't you see that I was cursed? Otherwise, why are you so surprised?"

Mystics all have the ability to see through things. Although they cannot see through a person's future, past, or present situation at once, they can still see situations like curses and possession at a glance.

"Of course I can tell..." Master Wuchen said, walking up to Yi Qianhuan, "Let me check the pulse of the National God first."

Yi Qianhuan did not resist and allowed Master Wuchen to place his fingers on her wrist.

Without waiting for Master Wuchen to continue, Yi Qianhuan shook Master Wuchen's hand.

Master Wuchen immediately began to struggle. He looked at the golden light swirling in Yi Qianhuan's eyes and shouted nervously, "National God, please let me go!"

Yi Qianhuan seemed not to hear. Her fingers tightly grasped Wu Chen's hand, and she used her spiritual pupils to look at Master Wu Chen's past.

Modern buildings, cars, pedestrians, various electronic devices and gorgeous neon lights kept appearing in front of Yi Qianhuan's eyes. It was obvious that Master Wu Chen was not lying, he was indeed a time traveler.

But the memory of the car accident that followed sent Master Wu Chen to Yunzhao Kingdom, a new world.

He was in a panic and felt overwhelmed by the unfamiliar things around him.

He couldn't stand such stimulation. He really wanted to go home, so no matter who he met, he would talk to them about Blue Star and the 21st century.

As a result, he was treated as an outcast, and many people believed his words, creating a cult.

The name of the cult is Apocalypse.

He soon attracted the attention of the royal family.

A prince of the royal family found him, and Wu Chen thought that he was about to be eliminated because of the cult.

But what Wu Chen didn't expect was that the prince did not kill him, but instead gave him wealth and honor.

"Master Wuchen, tell me in detail about the things in the 21st century." The prince stretched out his hand towards Wuchen. Wuchen, who had been lowering his head, raised his head. Through his eyes, Yi Qianhuan saw Bei Yunting's handsome face when he was young.