The weak prince's queen

Chu Xiyue glanced to the side and caught sight of Qiu Ling hurrying over. Her heart tightened, and she quickly turned around, shouting at Xiao Yichen, whose face was as pale as paper and a streak of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, "Your Highness! Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly vomiting blood?"

Xiao Yichen wanted to say something, but before he could finish his words, he let out a "wow!" and a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. He quickly covered his mouth with his handkerchief, but even then, the amount of blood on the handkerchief was still alarming. In fact, the blood in the blood-stained handkerchief was the old blood he had vomited yesterday.

Chu Xiyue looked at the scene in front of her, tears instantly blurring her eyes. With tear-stained face, she anxiously called out, "Your Highness! Your Highness, please hold on! Go get the doctor!"

Shortly after he finished speaking, Mo Feng hurriedly led a man dressed in doctor's clothes into the room. This man looked quite like a doctor, and his every move seemed very professional. In fact, he was the one arranged by Mo Feng.

The doctor first carefully examined Xiao Yichen in an orderly manner, then slowly stood up, shook his head slightly at Chu Xiyue, and said solemnly, "Princess, may I have a moment with you?"

Chu Xiyue nodded slightly at this, and then followed the doctor to the door. Qiu Ling, who had been hiding quietly behind the door, pricked up her ears and listened intently to their conversation.

At this moment, Chu Xiyue calmly winked at the doctor beside her. The doctor immediately understood what she meant and said to Chu Xiyue in a low voice, "Princess, with all due respect, the prince's condition is quite serious. In my opinion, the prince's health may not last long. I hope the princess can make plans early..."

Chu Xiyue's eyebrows were raised, her beautiful eyes were wide open, and she suddenly shouted in anger: "Quack! Mo Feng, send this doctor away quickly!" Her soft and gentle voice was now filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

Mo Feng was busy not far away. Hearing Chu Xiyue's call, he hurried over at a trot. He bowed slightly, his face showing concern, and asked softly, "Princess, what happened to make you so angry?"

Chu Xiyue glared angrily at the doctor who was standing there at a loss, and said indignantly with gritted teeth: "No need to ask any more questions, just send this incompetent person away from here as soon as possible!" After that, she turned her head away and no longer looked at the doctor.

Seeing this, Mo Feng knew the doctor must have angered the princess, so he didn't dare to be disrespectful. He replied respectfully, "As you wish, princess. I will take the doctor with me now." He then turned and gestured to the doctor, inviting him to follow him out of the room.

After Mo Feng and the doctor left, Chu Xiyue stumbled towards the bed, her strength drained from her. Her gaze remained fixed on Xiao Yichen, who lay unconscious, his face as pale as paper, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

Finally reaching the bed, Chu Xiyue slowly stretched out her trembling hands, gently stroked Xiao Yichen's cold big hands, and murmured to herself with sobs: "Prince... Prince... You must not leave me alone. If I lose you, what should I do in the future..." Her voice became lower and lower, and in the end she almost burst into tears.

At this moment, Qiu Ling, who had been quietly standing to the side, observing the scene impassively, stepped forward with delicate steps. She leaned forward slightly, her gaze sharp as she scrutinized Xiao Yichen's face, which looked incredibly haggard due to his injuries.

After a brief pause, Qiu Ling slowly turned around, a smile that seemed caring but was actually false appeared on her face, and she softly comforted Chu Xiyue, "Princess, please don't be too sad! Our prince has always been a blessed man, and this time he will surely turn the danger into safety. You can rest assured!" However, no one noticed that in the bottom of Qiu Ling's deep eyes, there was a hint of gloating that was hardly noticeable, but this subtle change in expression could not escape Chu Xiyue's smart and sharp eyes.

Chu Xiyue slowly raised her head upon hearing the voice. Her originally pretty face was now covered with tear marks, and her beautiful eyes were red and swollen from crying. She looked at Qiu Ling through her tearful eyes, her voice trembling with endless desolation and helplessness, and asked sadly: "Qiu Ling, things have come to this point, what do you think I should do? If the prince really encounters an accident, if something happens... wuwuwu..." Before she finished speaking, Chu Xiyue could no longer suppress the surging sadness in her heart. She covered her face with her hands again and burst into tears. The heartbroken cry echoed throughout the room, and people couldn't help but feel pity when they heard it.

Seeing this, Qiu Ling's lips curled up slightly, then quickly returned to normal. She continued slowly, "Princess, in my opinion, at this moment, perhaps you should consider asking the Empress for help. After all, the Empress is the mother of the country and is highly respected. Perhaps she can lend a hand."

Chu Xiyue heard this, as if she had suddenly seen a ray of light in the darkness. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she stopped crying immediately. She said with a happy face, "That's right! Why didn't I think of it? Qiu Ling, you are so right! Qiu Ling, quickly prepare the carriage and horses. I must go to the palace to see the Queen immediately!"