"Since the princess has found out the cause of her coma, is there any way to treat it?"

"What?"

Song Qingxue never expected that Xiahou Chongyuan would actually ask her this directly.

She thought that based on his personality, he would definitely doubt her for a long time.

Damn it! Damn it!

"Princess, do you have any treatment now?" Xiahou Chongyuan knew what she was thinking, but he ignored her and just repeated his question.

"Um, I guess so..."

Xiahou Chongyuan's attitude made him lose confidence!

"explain."

"That's right, use silver needles to prick his acupuncture points."

"Then stab."

"Uh, huh?"

Song Qingxue was shocked.

No way, sir! Xiahou Chongyuan, are you possessed by a ghost? !

"This king says, then stab."

"This, this, this!" Song Qingxue was quite nervous, "Aren't you afraid that I might accidentally stab the emperor to death?"

Xiahou Chongyuan said, "I believe you. Of course, if you really fail, I will behead you and let you be buried with me."

“……”It’s okay, it’s indeed the villain himself.

Song Qingxue was very ashamed. After hearing what Xiahou Chongyuan said, she suddenly became unconfident even though she was originally 100% sure.

If the little emperor was really stabbed to death, wouldn't she be dead too?

No! !

Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in the hands of God. She should have tried her best to save him. Why should he be buried with her if she couldn't cure him?

It’s too difficult!

In ancient times, being a doctor was indeed a high-risk profession!

And the doctors who treat the royal family in the palace are even more at risk!

Really, when I watched TV before, I thought the plot of "If you can't cure her, I will bury you with her" was really ridiculous, but I didn't expect that it would actually happen to her now.

Before she even saw the silver needle, Song Qingxue's hands had already started to tremble.

She suddenly wanted to ask Xiahou Chongyuan if it was okay for her to not get treatment...

But when she saw Xiahou Chongyuan's expression, she knew that she was dreaming an unrealistic dream again.

Never mind, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda.

She tried her best to treat him, but whether the little emperor could get better depended on God's will.

So Song Qingxue adjusted her slightly collapsed mentality, and then said: "Your Majesty, I need a silver needle."

Xiahou Chongyuan said "hmm", then turned around and told the palace maid to get it.

When a pack of silver needles was spread out on the table, Song Qingxue's palms were full of sweat.

She took a few deep breaths, washed her hands, then picked up the silver needle and began to give acupuncture to the little emperor.

Although she has never given acupuncture to anyone else since she came to this world, these things are engraved deeply in her memory.

Even if she hasn't picked it up for a long time, as soon as she picks it up, her heart will calm down.

She put all the doubts and threats behind her.

She only had one thing in mind: the man lying on the bed was a patient who needed treatment, and she was a doctor.

Song Qingxue was concentrating on giving acupuncture to Xiahou Le. Xiahou Chongyuan stood far away and did not dare to make a sound to disturb her.

In fact, his mood was also up and down, after all, he didn't know how good Song Qingxue's medical skills were.

As for why he asked Song Qingxue to give him acupuncture, he himself was a little confused.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be the kind of person who trusts others unconditionally.

But today he...

Xiahou Chongyuan stared at Song Qingxue as she inserted needles into Xiahou Le's body. With each additional needle, he became more nervous.

Fortunately, Xiahou Le showed some reaction a moment after Song Qingxue finished the acupuncture.

The moment he saw him open his eyes, Xiahou Chongyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aunt...Aunt?" Xiahou Le's voice was a little weak.

He moved his body and tried to get up, but was held down by Song Qingxue.

"Don't move yet. You have a needle in your body. I'll take it out for you later before you get up."

"Yeah." Xiahou Le lay down obediently, but the look in his eyes when he looked at her was still a little puzzled.

When did the Imperial Aunt learn medical skills?

Isn't she the general's daughter?

Xiahou Chongyuan came over, looked at him, and asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"It feels like my chest is a little tight."

Song Qingxue removed all the silver needles, felt his pulse again, and said, "It's normal to feel chest tightness. I'll write a prescription later and ask the palace maid to make the medicine. You drink it for a few days first."

"How many days should I drink it first?" Xiahou Chongyuan expressed his doubts.

"Well, after all, we haven't found the complete cause yet, so we can only take care of our body first." Song Qingxue thought for a while, and then said: "But we can check this matter. For example, where did the flower pot by the window come from?"

"Is it the flower that's causing the problem?"

"It is indeed closely related to this flower. This flower is poisonous." Song Qingxue suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, how long has this flower been in your bedroom?"

Xia Houle pondered for a moment and replied, "More than a month."

"Who brought it in?"

Xiahou Le said: "My eldest brother sent someone to bring it to me, saying that it can calm the mind."

"The eldest prince?"

The eldest prince was in poor health and was sick all year round. He never participated in the affairs of the court. He stayed at home, worshiping Buddha and chanting scriptures. Except for not going to the temple, he was no different from a drunkard.

She would not believe that such an eldest prince wanted to harm the young emperor.

The eldest prince has been ill all his life and will die in a year or two. He has no children, so even if he kills the little emperor, the throne will not be his.

Any sane person would not do such a high-risk, high-cost, low-return thing.

Because she knew what the ending would be, Song Qingxue always couldn't help but think of Xiahou Chun and Zhao Wanqiu.

Zhao Wanqiu has a hobby of growing flowers. She knows many exotic flowers and plants in the world, and knows a lot about their functions.

The eldest prince also seems to be a person who likes to grow flowers.

The original text wrote that the two men once competed in literary talent in a seed shop in Shangjing City over a pot of rare flower seedlings.

They were like-minded people who met each other and got to know each other through fighting. Although they did not keep in close contact afterwards, they did keep in touch.

After she returns, she will have to ask Zhao Wanqiu some questions.

Song Qingxue was just planning it secretly and didn't intend to tell Xiahou Chongyuan.

After all, this was just her guess with God's vision. Just saying that the pot of flowers was sent by the eldest prince, no normal person would think that it was Zhao Wanqiu.

She has already revealed her medical skills, and there's no telling how Xiahou Chongyuan will discuss this matter with her next. It would be better not to create unnecessary trouble at this time.

Seeing that she hadn't said anything for a long time, Xiahou Chongyuan couldn't help but speak up: "Since this flower is poisonous, take it out and throw it away."

"No, no!" Song Qingxue quickly stopped him.

She said, "This matter may not be as simple as it seems. It is better not to throw the flowers away. And as long as the flowers are not kept in the house, they can be moved to the garden first. Otherwise, if someone comes and sees that the flowers are gone, they may become suspicious."

"Princess, what do you know from this?"

"I don't know." Song Qingxue said, "But no one would give the emperor a pot of poisonous flowers for no reason! But I really have to ask the eldest prince about this matter. He is also a flower lover, and maybe he knows what the effect of this flower is."

Although she has ruled out some possibilities, many things in this world have become different from the original text. What if the eldest prince suddenly becomes ambitious and wants to get a piece of the pie?

Although this possibility is not very high, it cannot be said to be completely impossible.

Being in the family of a royal relative, one has to be more careful.