"When did Prince Luo become so worried about the emperor's health?" Xiao Moyan stood up and looked at Luo Ling indifferently, his tone still as cold and distant.
Luo Ling heard this and showed a half-smile on his face, which looked very strange: "If the monarch is in trouble, not only me, but also the subjects of the entire Lizhou Kingdom will be very worried."
After saying this, Luo Ling turned around and winked at the doctor behind him, pretending to be angry and said, "Why don't you go and treat the emperor?"
The doctor reacted very quickly. He immediately bent over and walked around Luo Ling and Xiao Moyan and went to the bedside.
Xiao Moyan did not stop him and just watched quietly.
The doctor walked to the bedside, squatted down, put the heavy medicine box on the ground, opened it with a click, took out a small pulse pillow, and gently placed Ji Xingzhi's little hand, whose redness and swelling had not yet completely subsided, on the pulse pillow.
The doctor stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips on the pulse point on Ji Xingzhi's wrist. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling something.
Xiao Moyan remained silent, and Luo Ling also remained expressionless. The room was filled with silence.
Suddenly, the doctor's brows tightened imperceptibly, and a black object seemed to quietly enter Ji Xingzhi's body from the doctor's fingertips and wrist, at a speed so fast that it was difficult to catch.
However, Xiao Moyan saw all of this, his eyes turned slightly colder. He took a few steps forward, sat on the edge of the bed calmly, and asked in a low voice: "How is the emperor?"
The doctor opened his eyes, calmly retracted the black mass, and then politely replied, "Your Majesty, the Emperor is not seriously ill. It's just that the accumulated cold energy in his body has erupted, causing him to catch a cold. I will prescribe a medicine to dispel the cold for the Emperor. He will recover in a few days."
Xiao Moyan glanced at the doctor indifferently, then gently put Ji Xingzhi's hand into the quilt and tucked it in.
The doctor nodded slightly to Luo Ling secretly, then retreated behind Luo Ling.
Luo Ling's lips curled slightly: "Since the emperor is fine, I will take my leave first."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Moyan said without even turning his head: "Lin Feng, show the guest away."
"Yes." Lin Feng bowed to Xiao Moyan and said yes. Then he turned to Luo Ling and made a gesture of invitation, "Your Highness, please."
Luo Ling was slightly stunned, but he didn't care about Xiao Moyan's indifference. Instead, it reminded him of his youth. At that time, he deliberately angered Xiao Moyan, and was often ruthlessly driven out by Xiao Moyan.
Looking back on the past, the two states of mind are completely different now.
Luo Ling looked at the cyan figure, his eyes becoming misty. His words were less cold but more threatening: "Mo Yan, even if you and I have different paths, don't become an obstacle to me. Otherwise... I don't know what I will do."
After saying this, without waiting for Xiao Moyan to answer, Luo Ling took his men away.
After Lin Feng came back, he asked out of kindness, "My Lord, do you have any leverage over Prince Luo?"
Lin Feng has been with the prince for many years and has never seen the prince afraid of anyone. The prince is indifferent to many things and has no weaknesses.
The prince seems to have everything, yet seems to have nothing.
However, if we talk about weaknesses, the little emperor who grew up under the prince's wings should be considered one...
Xiao Moyan shook his head: "Not a big deal."
Even if Luo Ling spread the news of what happened back then, so what? Not everyone can enter the Regent's Palace.
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