The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

The slightly cool fingers touched her neck, causing a shudder. Yun Shang only felt that Zhao Qiyan's fingertips were electric, and the electricity made her neck numb and itchy.

Then, Zhao Qiyan's puzzled voice rang in his ears, "There's a red spot on your neck. What happened?"

Yun Shang quickly opened her eyes, put her hand on her neck, and turned her head around, trying to look at her neck.

The sudden intense itching made Yun Shang a little overwhelmed. She couldn't help but scratch it gently a few times, and it immediately became even redder.

"do not move."

Zhao Qiyan pulled her hand down and held it in his big hand, stopping her from scratching her neck. "It looks like you have a rash. It will be more uncomfortable if you scratch it. Just bear with it."

"Do you remember what you just ate?"

Yun Shang shook her head. "I didn't eat the crab roe cake. I don't know anything else."

Seeing that the rash on Yun Shang's neck had begun to spread to her face, Zhao Qiyan began to get a little nervous.

"Qi Chuan, hurry back home. The princess is ill. Call the imperial physician immediately."

The two people sitting outside the carriage were the coachman and Qi Chuan, the personal bodyguard of King Qi, who was the young man in black who had delivered medicine to Yun Shang before.

After hearing a crisp "yes", the carriage suddenly shook and the man jumped out and left quietly.

But Yun Shang no longer cared about these things at this time. She just felt that her internal organs were all broken out in rashes and it was itchy. She really wanted to scratch them, but Zhao Qiyan held her hands and she couldn't break free.

"It's so itchy, I really want to scratch it, my prince, please let me go."

Zhao Qiyan moved closer and blew gently towards her neck. The cool air brushed past her neck, and it seemed to make her feel a little more comfortable.

"Is this any better?"

Yun Shang stretched her neck and moved closer, "Blow again, quickly, it will itch again if you stop."

Zhao Qiyan chuckled, "You are really good at pushing things further."

Just when Yun Shang was about to be unable to bear it anymore, Prince Qi's mansion finally arrived.

Zhao Qiyan carried her sideways into the palace and placed her on the large bed in the bedroom. Looking at the bewildered maid, he said coldly, "What are you all standing there for? Go get some water and some cool, wet towels."

Qinghuan came over to take a look and immediately screamed, "Ah? Miss, your face, why is it like this?"

Yun Shang didn't bother to answer any questions, she just wanted to be tickled.

However, Zhao Qiyan's big hands were like iron clamps and he couldn't break free at all.

"Has the doctor arrived?"

Qinghuan hurried to the door and said, "I will go get the imperial physician."

Qi Chuan quickly called the imperial physician and used an anti-itching ointment, and Yun Shang finally calmed down.

I only knew that people could be killed by pain, but this is the first time I know that itching can also kill people.

Seeing that Yun Shang finally stopped struggling to scratch her face, Zhao Qiyan slowly let go of her hand.

He looked at the imperial physician who was prescribing medicine and asked, "What's the matter with the rashes on the princess's face and neck?"

The imperial physician was a man in his thirties. He paused for a moment and said, "It looks like an allergic reaction. May I ask, Your Highness, what did the princess eat today?"

Zhao Qiyan said in a deep voice, "We will have our meal in the palace today. The Emperor, Empress, Prince Cheng, and Princess Cheng are all here, so there won't be any strange food."

The imperial physician frowned and thought hard, "I don't know how to determine what kind of food allergy it is."

"But I heard that the Western medicine clinic on the commercial pedestrian street can do food allergy identification tests..."

The imperial physician stopped talking halfway. The man in front of him specialized in killing time travelers, and he even introduced him to a clinic run by time travelers. He was probably worried that his life was too long.

Seeing the King of Qi's eyes narrow slightly, he hurriedly changed the subject and said, "Well, although I don't know what your princess is allergic to, I can treat it."

"You need to apply the anti-itch ointment for several days. In addition to applying it externally, you also need to take a detoxifying decoction internally."

"After taking it for three days, the rash on the princess's body should be completely gone."

Before Zhao Qiyan could say anything, Qinghuan suddenly became nervous, "Huh? Three days?"

"Three days is too long. Tomorrow is the third day since the young lady and the prince got married. The young lady has to go back home. If the disease is not cured by tomorrow, won't she be unable to return home?"

The imperial physician hesitated, "But, according to the Imperial Hospital's prescription, three days is already very fast."

Suddenly, Zhao Qiyan asked, "Are you sure that the Western medicine clinic can cure the princess's rash within a day?"

The imperial physician was not sure and said vaguely, "I only heard about it."

Yun Shang no longer felt itchy at this time. She sat up and looked at Zhao Qiyan, "It's okay, Your Highness. It doesn't matter if I don't come back tomorrow."

If you can avoid going back, then do it. If you go back, you’re afraid that it will be another Shura scene of face-to-face confrontation.

But her attitude only made Zhao Qiyan decide to take her to a Western medicine clinic even faster. "How can you not go back? Others will think I've treated you harshly."

"Since even the imperial physician says that the Western medicine clinic has miraculous effects, let's go give it a try."

How do you try it? Do you want to try it on me?

Do you want to try Western medicine or test me?

Yun Shang lowered her head in frustration, "I will obey your Majesty."

Yunchang visited the Western medicine clinic that she had just visited in the morning, and she went back here in the afternoon. She felt a little weird.

The familiar smell of disinfectant filled the air in the clinic, and Yun Shang even had the illusion of being home.

But when she saw the simple decoration and handwritten prescriptions in the clinic, she clearly realized that this was not a modern place.

The doctor was a very young man. He sat behind a white desk. He looked at them and asked with a smile, "Which patient is this? What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Qiyan pulled Yun Shang forward and said, "This is my wife. She must have eaten something wrong, and she has developed rashes on her neck and body. Could you please... or should I call a doctor? Can you help me take a look?"

The doctor pointed to the small stool next to him and said, "Patient, sit here."

"You can call me doctor or physician, it makes no difference."

Yun Shang sat down obediently and showed her neck to the doctor. The doctor only took a glance, then looked away and began to write something on the paper in his hand.

The doctor was holding a charcoal pencil wrapped in hemp, which had the same effect as a pencil.

She lowered her eyes to glance at the prescription written by the doctor. It was full of mysterious medical symbols. Seeing this familiar font, Yun Shang suddenly had a feeling that she couldn't understand it but could understand it.

As the doctor wrote, he asked her, "This is a typical allergic reaction. You need to think carefully about what you ate today."

Yun Shang looked at Zhao Qiyan with some embarrassment, "My lord... my husband, there are a few dishes today that I don't recognize..."