Transmigrating to the Qing Dynasty: The Beloved Princess Uses a System to Change the Plot

The group marched in a grand procession toward Kunning Palace.

Upon arriving at Kunning Palace, the Empress took the children to treat their wounds first, leaving the space to Consort Hui and Emperor Kangxi.

The imperial physicians had already received the news and arrived at Kunning Palace ahead of time to wait.

The Crown Prince and the First Prince's wounds were mostly bruises, not serious, and easy to treat; they were healed in no time.

On the contrary, Mu Yue, who was trying to break up the fight, had cuts on her palms, knees, and elbows.

When the blood congealed, it mixed with the soil from the Imperial Garden, tangling and intertwining with the wound.

The fair and delicate skin made these wounds appear even more gruesome.

The imperial physician treating Mu Yue's wounds frowned, concentrating intently and trying his best to be gentle, but Mu Yue still cried out in pain.

Seeing Mu Yue's condition, the Crown Prince immediately rebuked the imperial physician with displeasure, "Be careful! If you hurt my sister, I will not forgive you!"

The thought that these wounds were caused by his fight with the eldest prince filled him with guilt.

It's all my fault! How could I have acted so impulsively and neglected my sister?

He wished he could take his place.

Mu Yue didn't even glance at the Crown Prince. Her cheeks puffed out slightly, her lips were red, and she buried her face in the Empress's arms.

Bao Cheng, you've gone too far!

If he doesn't apologize to Yue'er, Yue'er will never forgive Brother Baocheng and will never speak to him again!

Looking at Mu Yue's aggrieved expression on the back of her head, the Crown Prince disregarded the others present and hurriedly asked in a low voice, "Yue'er, what happened today was Bao Cheng's fault. How can Yue'er forgive Bao Cheng?"

He didn't want his sister to ignore him from now on.

It's all the eldest prince's fault.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have acted so impulsively, nor would I have neglected my sister, causing her to suffer even more injuries.

Thinking this, he immediately glared fiercely at the eldest prince.

Then she looked at Mu Yue pitifully.

But Mu Yue's head was hidden in the Empress's arms, so she couldn't see the Crown Prince's expression at all.

Seeing Mu Yue's resistance, the Crown Prince's expression immediately fell.

He was so immersed in the pain of his sister ignoring him that he forgot that making any big expressions about the wound on his face would aggravate the injury.

He only came to his senses when the pain spread and he couldn't help but cry out.

Mu Yue buried her head in the Empress's arms, but kept her ears open to the Crown Prince's movements.

Hearing that the Crown Prince's voice wasn't as lively as usual, Mu Yue moved her head slightly, sticking out more of her ears in an attempt to hear more sounds.

The Crown Prince noticed Mu Yue's subtle movements, his eyes lit up, and an idea came to him.

The next second, the crown prince's somewhat nervous voice rang out, "Ouch...it hurts..."

There was also the sound of something rolling.

Mu Yue is young, and her emotions come and go quickly.

The wound is almost treated, and the cool sensation of the ointment has relieved the pain.

She couldn't help but be curious about this strange noise.

The head hidden in the Empress's arms moved again, but it did not peek out completely as the Crown Prince had guessed.

While the prince was acting, he didn't forget to keep an eye on Mu Yue's movements.

Realizing that the method was indeed effective, he immediately put on an even more enthusiastic performance.

The cries of pain grew louder.

Mu Yue was already worried about the Crown Prince's health.

Hearing this noise, I finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Did Brother Baocheng and Brother Baoqing go too far in their fight and injure the inner palace?

The thought that popped into her mind made Mu Yue unable to stay angry.

She quickly peeked her head out from the Queen's embrace.

Her red and swollen eyes, swollen from crying, were immediately exposed to the air.

Because she had buried her face in the Empress's arms so forcefully, her fair cheeks were now slightly flushed, and her already messy hair was piled up on her head like a clump of straw.

She secretly glanced in the direction of the Crown Prince, but her face still showed that she was ignoring him.

Like a proud and aloof kitten.

Despite being angry, it still kept an eye on its owner's movements.

The Crown Prince sensed Mu Yue's gaze.

He simply lay down on the bed, clutching his stomach, and rolled around incessantly.

He looked like he was in so much pain he couldn't get up.

Mu Yue was so worried that she didn't realize the Crown Prince was putting on an act.

She frantically flailed her limbs, trying to move from the Empress's embrace toward the Crown Prince.

The Empress immediately released her arms from Mu Yue and watched her actions with indulgence.

As soon as Mu Yue landed, she ran towards the Crown Prince.

She lay by the bedside, watching the prince lying on the bed, writhing in pain and clutching his abdomen. She felt tense and somewhat overwhelmed with emotion.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She waved her little hands anxiously, her voice trembling with tears, urging the imperial physician beside her, "Imperial Physician Fang, please take a look at Brother Baocheng, he seems to be in a lot of pain..."

The first thing Physician Fang examined was the Crown Prince's body.

It had already been confirmed that the Crown Prince only had superficial injuries and that his internal organs were not damaged.

Hearing Mu Yue's urging, he looked somewhat helpless and troubled.

He could tell that the Crown Prince was putting on this show to win back the princess.

But he can't conjure up injuries if there are none!

He was just an ordinary imperial physician; he didn't have such great abilities at all.

He looked to the Empress for help.

But the Empress was only focused on watching the show, with a hint of a smile in her eyes, and even her somewhat pale lips had become a little rosier due to her heightened emotions.

Clearly, she had no intention of doing anything to expose the prince's ulterior motives.

"The Crown Prince... he... his injuries..."

Doctor Fang stammered, unsure of what to say.

Seeing Physician Fang's appearance, Mu Yue assumed that the Crown Prince was seriously injured.

She immediately disregarded her grievances and frantically pleaded with the Empress, "Empress Mother, please save Brother Baocheng!"

Before the Empress could speak, the Crown Prince, fearing he would be exposed, grabbed Mu Yue's hand, "It's all Brother Bao Cheng's fault... He caused Yue'er to get hurt..."

It must be said that the Crown Prince does have some talent in acting.

If the Empress hadn't already known from the imperial physician that the Crown Prince's condition was good, she certainly wouldn't have been so calm as she watched the Crown Prince put on an act to deceive Mu Yue.

Mu Yue's attention was immediately diverted by the Crown Prince's words.

She looked at the bruises on the Crown Prince's face with heartache, her voice choked with sobs, "What can Yue'er do to make Brother Baocheng feel better?"

Upon hearing this, the crown prince's eyes lit up instantly.

He immediately thought that as long as Mu Yue forgave him, he would feel better.

But then he noticed the eldest prince's gaze and the usual affection his sister showed him. He clutched his stomach and said haltingly, "Brother Baocheng is fine, it's just that my stomach hurts a little... I'll be alright after a rest..."

Upon hearing the Crown Prince say that he had abdominal pain, Mu Yue immediately glared at the eldest prince with displeasure.

Her soft, sweet voice rang out, tinged with reproach, "It's all Baoqing's fault! Why did he have to spar with Baocheng? It made Baocheng's stomach upset!"

The words, which should have been unpleasant, were instead spoken in a soft, sweet voice, giving them an inexplicable air of coquettishness.