Inside the house.

There were only two of them, and it was extremely peaceful.

The man stayed by the couch without moving, his eyes fixed on the woman's face.

She was sleeping, her body temperature was abnormally high, her cheeks were red, her breathing was unstable, and she seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. Her brows were furrowed with anxiety, but she couldn't wake up.

The two hands are clasped together tightly.

Her body temperature was transferred to his hands through contact, making his heart sink to the bottom of the valley, feeling more desolate than ever before.

He just sat there looking at her quietly for the whole day.

evening.

Han Ying came.

She immediately took Qin Ye's pulse and checked his body, her face extremely solemn:

"Master, this epidemic is not a single poison, but a variety of toxins. They are constantly separating and combining, separating and combining again. The current physical condition of the princess..."

Words can't express how bad it was.

The man's eyes were as heavy as ashes. "Antidote?"

"Medicine..." Han Ying lowered his head, "It may take three days to develop a promising drug, but the key question is whether the princess can survive for three days, and after three days, the toxin in her body will turn into another type..."

The man's breath hitched, and for a moment, his heart seemed to be emptied out, and he felt panic for no reason, and subconsciously tightened his grip on her hand.

I felt a little more at ease when I felt her body temperature.

“Save her!”

At all costs!

No matter what!

Han Ying pursed her lips, pierced Qin Ye's fingertips, took some blood, and immediately went to study the solution.

“Your Highness, you haven’t eaten or drunk anything for the entire day. Your body can’t bear it if you continue like this…” Deputy General Jiang walked in with a simple meal.

The man sat still, as if he didn't hear anything.

“Your Majesty…”

Deputy General Jiang opened his mouth and called out twice, but got no response. He had to purse his lips bitterly, sighed secretly, and went out helplessly.

About half an hour later.

"quick!"

Jing Yi ran into the house holding Zhang Fei, who had just arrived from the imperial capital.

"Little...Princess Chen!" Zhang Fei changed his words when they were on the tip of his tongue. He decided not to expose the Wuji Sect without the young lady's consent.

He stepped forward quickly and asked, "Your Highness Prince Chen, I know a little bit about medicine. Could you please let me take a look at Princess Chen?"

Zong Zhengchen raised his eyes and looked at Jing Yi.

Jing Yi nodded.

After getting approval, he hesitated for a moment before agreeing.

Zhang Fei hurriedly approached the bed and took Han Ying's pulse. The expression on his face was exactly the same as Han Ying's before, both of them were very solemn.

Needless to say, the situation is dire.

He also needs three days.

But the key is... can the princess hold on for three days...

There was no time to waste, so Jing Yi immediately took Zhang Fei down to investigate.

Another night falls.

The city was saved, but Zong Zhengchen's heart seemed dead...

Just sit still.

From day to evening, to dusk, and then to night, the candleless room was so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, with only the sound of two breathing intertwined.

The man sat quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, the man who had been sitting for a whole day finally stood up.

Swoosh——

With a flip of his wrist, a sharp sound broke through the air, and a pure black soft sword appeared in his palm.

.

Outside the city.

In the tent.

"This is the best news I have heard in recent years." Sitting on the high seat, Zong Zhengyu drank the wine in the glass, feeling extremely happy.

Sitting down, Gong Zhenhong bowed and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Your Highness. Congratulations, Your Highness. This is the heavens helping you. If Prince Chen wants to save Princess Chen, he must come to you for help. Once he asks you for help, everything in his hands will be yours."

military power.

status.

that power.

everything.

“Hahahaha!” Zong Zhengyu slammed the table and laughed.

"Report——"

Outside, the guard reported:

"Your Highness, Prince Chen is here!"