The ugly girl's nirvana, the disabled prince's love

The imperial concubine took out an exquisite small porcelain bottle from her arms. In the sunlight, the porcelain bottle looked like a dazzling pearl. The body of the bottle sparkled with a soft luster, as if telling of its extraordinaryness.

She gently opened the bottle cap, and a faint medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out, lingering around her nose, as if it had the magic power to soothe people's hearts. She poured out three pills, which were round and full, and glowed faintly in the sun.

Yu Gongchen quickly stretched out his hands to take it, his eyes full of eagerness and anticipation. He carefully held the pill and slowly walked to Ning Rouer's side. His eyes instantly became extremely gentle, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

He whispered softly, "Rou'er, come, take the medicine, you will get better soon." His voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, full of care.

Ning Rouer opened her mouth slightly, and Yu Gongchen gently put the pill into her mouth. The pill melted in her mouth, but Ning Rouer, who had been infected with the new coronavirus, had already lost her sense of taste and did not taste anything.

But she still frowned slightly, pretending to be comfortable, leaning delicately in Yu Gongchen's arms, with a satisfied smile on her lips, and a barely perceptible cunning flashed in her eyes.

Yu Gongchen picked up another glass of water, tilted it slightly, and let the water slowly flow into Ning Rouer's mouth. His movements were as gentle as if he was treating a rare treasure, and every subtle movement was full of affection.

The Imperial Concubine helped the Crown Princess out of the room. The two of them cast long shadows in the sunlight, which swayed slightly with their steps, as if telling of their difficulties and helplessness.

When they arrived at the door, Wan'er, who had been waiting anxiously, saw her master in such a miserable state. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, like a flood bursting through a dam, surging down.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of heartache and anger. She was so distressed that every time the Crown Princess came to Lanzhi Palace, she would return with injuries. This scene was like a sharp knife, stabbing her heart and making her feel heartbroken.

She rushed forward, not caring about etiquette, took the Crown Princess from the Imperial Concubine, and held her carefully.

Her hands were shaking slightly, and her voice was filled with tears: "Crown Princess, how come you are injured again? How could they do this to you!"

There was a flame of anger burning in her eyes, which was filled with hatred towards the Crown Prince and Ning Rouer, and at the same time, filled with heartache for the Crown Princess.

The Imperial Concubine had a serious look on her face, her brows knitted tightly, and there seemed to be a deep "chuan" character between her brows. She said hurriedly, "Quick, help the Crown Princess to Chuxiu Palace, don't delay."

There was a sense of urgency in her eyes, which pierced through the air like a sharp arrow, as if she had a premonition that a bigger storm was coming.

Wan'er responded quickly, and helped the Crown Princess to quicken her pace. Their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and every step was like a drumbeat hitting people's hearts, leaving intermittent sobs along the way.

The sobbing sounded particularly sad in the silent palace, like a lonely nightingale crying in the middle of the night.

Arriving at Chuxiu Palace, the sunlight shines through the windows into the house, forming patches of light, as if covering the cold palace with a layer of golden gauze.

Spots of light fell on the ground and walls, bringing a faint warmth to this place full of conspiracy.

The Crown Princess looked at the Imperial Concubine with gratitude in her eyes, and that gratitude was shining like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw.

She knelt down and saluted, her body trembling slightly, her voice choking: "Thank you for your help, my lady. Otherwise, I don't know how much more injustice I would have suffered today."

Her voice carried the grievances and pain she had suffered in the past few days. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, full of sadness.

The Imperial Concubine nodded slightly, a trace of pity flashing in her eyes. She turned around and told the maid: "Go get some medicine and treat the wound of the Crown Princess."

The maids took the order and left, and soon brought the medicine box. When the medicine box was opened, the bottles and jars inside shone with metallic luster in the sun, and the reflected light was a bit dazzling. A faint smell of medicine wafted out, filling the whole room.

After the wound was treated, the Crown Princess took a deep breath, as if she had mustered up all her courage. She looked at the Imperial Concubine, then at Nanny Li, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

The hesitation lingered in her eyes. After all, this was a matter of life and death. Once it was spoken out, it would be like lighting a fuse, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Seeing this, the Imperial Concubine looked firm and gentle, and said, "It's okay, Mammy is a trustworthy person."

Her eyes seemed to give the Crown Princess a reassurance, giving her a little encouragement and allowing her to see a glimmer of hope in this darkness.

The Crown Princess took a deep breath, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, as if she had made up her mind to fight to the death.

She told the Imperial Concubine that the Crown Prince was plotting to usurp the throne. Although her voice was not loud, every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the Imperial Concubine's heart hard and echoing in the silent room.

She recounted in detail everything she knew, and those details were like a sharp blade, cutting through the calm appearance.

She pleaded with the Imperial Concubine to inform the Emperor so that he could take precautions early, her tone filled with anxiety and worry.

The Imperial Concubine was very surprised when she heard this. She opened her eyes wide, her eyes full of shock and disbelief. Her lips slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something, but was choked by this shocking news.

After a moment, she seemed to feel that this was expected. After all, the power struggle in the palace had never stopped, like a turbulent undercurrent, always surging beneath the calm surface.

She sighed softly, and that sigh contained her helplessness about the complicated situation in the palace and her pity for the Crown Princess.

She comforted him, "Crown Princess, don't worry, I will protect you. You can say such words at this time, which shows that you are a sensible person.

It is not easy for you to stay sober in this deep palace. This palace is like a huge whirlpool, you will be swallowed up if you are not careful, but you can stick to your original intention. "

She held the Crown Princess's hand tightly, giving her strength, as if she wanted to pass on her courage to her.

Suddenly, the Imperial Concubine seemed to have thought of something. She took out the exquisite little porcelain bottle from her bosom again, poured out three pills and handed them to the Crown Princess.

"Take it. This pill can cure the plague. Now that the plague is raging, you must take care of yourself. This plague is ruthless, just like the conspiracy in this palace. We must deal with it carefully."

The pills in her hand emitted the light of hope, like stars in the darkness.

The Crown Princess took the pill, tears in her eyes. Those tears were filled with emotion, grievance, and confusion about the future.

She said gratefully: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Your kindness is so great that I have no way to repay you."

After that, she swallowed the pill, which melted in her mouth, and a sweet taste spread in her mouth and slid down her throat. It seemed to bring new life to her dry heart, a long-lost warmth and hope.