The mistress of a marquis's family divorced her husband and married someone else: the scumbag&#

The housekeeper sighed in his heart. Although he had no hope that Ye Qingluo would come, he had to act according to the rules since this person had revealed the notice.

"Please follow me."

The butler took Ye Qingluo through the backyard of the palace and came to a small courtyard.

As soon as she stepped in, Ye Qingluo felt a gust of cold wind. In her previous life, in addition to medical skills, she also studied Feng Shui in her spare time.

The furnishings here, plus the ancient trees on both sides of the yard, may seem like embellishments, but they are actually very ominous. If you live here for a long time, you may suffer from depression at best, or even lose your life at worst.

When Ye Qingluo was about to look elsewhere for the situation, he heard the butler's reminder from the front.

"Girl, don't blame me for not reminding you. You can't walk around the palace casually, otherwise..."

The butler's face darkened slightly, and the threat in his tone was self-evident.

Ye Qingluo didn't say anything else and followed the housekeeper into the house. As soon as he entered the house, he smelled a strong smell of medicinal food wafting towards him.

What followed was the man's violent coughing, and then he heard someone approaching and a teacup was thrown towards him.

It shattered to the ground with a bang. The butler seemed accustomed to it and reported to the person behind the screen, "Your Highness, this is the new doctor."

"Doctor?"

A man sneered from behind the screen, his tone was filled with self-mockery that was difficult to conceal, "Another one comes to seek death."

Seeing that the person behind the screen didn't say anything, the butler waved at Ye Qingluo and said, "Go over there."

Ye Qingluo walked over the screen in a few steps without hesitation, and saw a man in black clothes leaning lazily on the bed. There was no trace of blood on his handsome face, and there was bloodstains at the corners of his lips.

When he saw her, his eyes, which had been dead silent, had a glimmer of light.

"woman?"

“If it’s a cure, why don’t you show your true colors?”

Ye Beimo's voice is extremely pleasant, and although there is a hint of amusement in his eyes, if you get closer you can tell that he exudes a sense of alienation that keeps strangers away.

Looking at this familiar face, Ye Qingluo felt a little dazed. The Ye Beimo in his memory was not like this.

Who would have thought so much had happened in these three years.

Seeing Ye Beimo trying to raise his hand to touch her curtain, Ye Qingluo reminded him calmly, "Your Highness, I am here only to treat you."

In Ye Qingluo's opinion, there was an aura of death about this regent.

"you……"

Although the butler didn't know what was happening inside because of the screen, he was suddenly shocked when he heard the conversation between the two.

No one has ever dared to speak to Your Highness like this over the years, not even the Emperor.

This woman was so bold that the housekeeper was frightened, fearing that he would see her blood splattered on the spot in the next second.

"You go out."

Ye Beimo's voice came from behind the screen. The housekeeper was about to call Ye Qingluo out, but he heard the person inside say again, "Housekeeper, get out."

"Since this girl has revealed the notice, I must let her give this king proper treatment."

Ye Beimo's tone became heavier, his dark eyes fixed on her. Although there was a veil behind her, Ye Qingluo inexplicably had a feeling.

This person seemed to recognize me?

But now that she is here, there is no reason for her to retreat.

After the housekeeper left, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became depressing.

"The girl came empty-handed, without a medicine box or anything else. How do you plan to treat her?"

Ye Beimo narrowed his eyes slightly, half leaning on the bed rail, and spoke casually.

"Your Highness, please stretch out your hand. I need to feel your pulse first."

Ye Qingluo spoke in a calm tone. Ye Beimo raised the corners of his lips, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, and stretched out his hand.

The moment his hand touched Ye Beimo's pulse, Ye Qingluo's expression changed slightly, and he asked almost subconsciously, "Han Yan San?"

And judging from the pulse, it has been in Ye Beimo's body for at least ten years.

And according to the current situation, I'm afraid this man will die suddenly within half a month.

Ye Qingluo couldn't help but be frightened. If the poison had been administered more than ten years ago, Ye Beimo would still be a child at that time. Who could be so vicious to do such a cruel thing to a child?

It is a miracle that this person can live to this day.

"What did you just say?"

When Ye Beimo heard Ye Qingluo say the three words "Hanyansan", the amusement in his eyes disappeared instantly, and was replaced by a kind of scrutiny.

He suddenly grabbed Ye Qingluo's wrist, and his tone became more solemn.

"How did you know about Hanyansan?"

Ye Qingluo was not panicked by this situation. "Your Highness, since I dare to come here for treatment, is it difficult to know what the disease is?"

Seeing that Ye Beimo still had no intention of letting go of his wrist, Ye Qingluo said again, "Rather than how I knew about Hanyan Powder, I think Your Highness should be more concerned about whether I can heal him."

"Given your highness's condition, if left unchecked, I'm afraid he won't survive more than a month."

"Ah."

Ye Beimo suddenly let go of Ye Qingluo's wrist and returned to his previous careless attitude.

"I heard that Pingyuan Hou went on a three-year expedition and brought back a woman. What do you think of this, young lady?"

Ye Beimo leaned forward, his eyes aggressive as he spoke word by word.

"It's a happy event, of course."

"happy event?"

Ye Beimo's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect her to respond like this. He said with a bit of mockery, "I haven't seen you for a few years. I didn't expect you to become so generous."

"Ye Qingluo."

Seeing that the other party called her name directly, Ye Qingluo no longer concealed herself. She took off the veil on her head, revealing her original face.

"I never thought that after all these years, even with the veil on, His Highness would still remember me."

Looking at this familiar face, Ye Beimo was dazed for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.

"Tell me, why did you take down the notice, and where did you know about Hanyan Powder."

In the world today, not many people know about Han Yansan. Even if Ye Qingluo knows medical skills, it is impossible for him to reach this level.

"Your Highness, it doesn't matter how I know."

"The important thing is that I can cure this poison."

"You must think carefully about the consequences of deceiving me, especially now that you are..."

Ye Beimo paused and didn't say anything else.

"If you leave now, I will pretend that I have never seen you."

"Since I'm here, why would I leave? If I'm not mistaken, this poison has been bothering Your Highness for more than a decade. At first, it only broke out on full-moon nights, but as time went on, it broke out every half-moon. When it breaks out, it's like falling into an ice cellar, and your whole body feels like it's being eaten away by millions of insects and ants. Am I wrong, Your Highness?"

As Ye Qingluo told him all his symptoms, Ye Beimo's expression gradually became serious.

"Tell me your conditions."