Holding the list, Qiu Shen said, "But Miss needs someone by her side right now. Minister Ye and Lord Cui will be back soon. Where will the Crown Prince hide then?"

Ye Qingxue smiled: "I have already prepared a return gift for him. He will be too busy to take care of himself, and the Crown Prince will be very safe here."

Qiu Shen nodded, took the list, and went out again.

Seven stood guard at the gate of the courtyard. Spring was light and summer was green, and winter had gone out early and had not yet returned.

The entire Guanju Courtyard appeared very peaceful at this moment.

Ye Qingxue returned to the small house, where Xiao Bao drew the location and size of the blood clot on the back of Yun Zhuo's head, as well as the silver needles all over his body.

The blood clot wasn't large, but it hadn't dissipated and was constantly threatening his life.

There were many silver needles, densely packed, far more than the three silver needles Ye Cunsi had. He was already quite remarkable to have endured this long.

Xiang Si Zi felt this was a very difficult situation. He truthfully said, "The blood clot is in the brain. It can't be cut open like other places. The risk is very high. He might die when the blood clot is removed."

"I was just about to use silver needles to disperse the blood stasis, but after trying it, it didn't work. Using silver needles actually caused his blood and qi to stagnate."

Xiao Bao's expression was serious: "So we have to cut him open and remove the blood clots, otherwise he won't survive."

Yun Zhuo remained unconscious, the aura of death seemed to envelop him, and the atmosphere in the small house was very oppressive.

Ye Qingxue said, "Cut it open; there's still a glimmer of hope if we do."

Just as Xiang Si Zi was about to stab Yun Zhuo, the gates of the Marquis's mansion opened, and a large group of people entered, all for Ye Qingxue.