Chapter 194: The imperial physician is so useless, Yue'er might as well take a look!
When Lan Xiyue stepped into the street, the scene before her made her heart sink. Her eyes were as cold as frost, as if they could condense into water.
"Ah..." Chuchun and Chuxia couldn't help but scream, covering their mouths with their hands, tears flashing in their eyes, almost bursting out.
On the streets, many civilians were lying in disorder, the ground dyed red with blood, their hands still tightly grasping food.
Chuchun sobbed softly, her voice trembling: "How could it be... How could it be like this..."
A woman crawled to Lan Xiyue's feet with difficulty, pointing her trembling fingers at a place not far away. She breathed weakly and said intermittently: "Princess... please... save my child..." Before she finished her words, the woman died.
Lan Xiyue walked in the direction the woman pointed before she died, squatted down, and carefully checked the condition of the little boy. However, the little boy was already cold wherever she touched, and there was no sign of life at all.
Lan Xiyue slowly stood up, her eyes swept over the corpses all over the street, anger surging in her heart.
She spoke coldly, her voice as sharp as an ice blade: "Is all this the work of the prince's guards?"
An Yi stepped forward and bowed, reporting, "Princess, the secret guards tried their best to stop the attack when they discovered it, but..." He paused, his eyes sweeping over the innocent people, and said in a low voice, "In the end, we were one step too late. Fortunately, the remaining people have been rescued and settled down."
Lan Xiyue's eyes flashed with a cold light. She clenched her hands into fists in her sleeves, her nails digging deep into her palms. She looked into the distance and asked in a grim tone, "Where are the Crown Prince and the First Prince?"
An Yi raised his hand and pointed to a newly built house not far ahead, and whispered, "Princess, the Crown Prince and the First Prince are currently staying at Puyuan Pavilion."
Lan Xiyue looked in the direction he pointed, her eyes as cold as frost, and then she walked straight towards the newly built Puyuan Pavilion.
As I approached, I saw that the house was heavily guarded, with guards standing with swords in hand and an alert look on their faces.
An Yi took a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Move aside. The Regent Princess wants to see the Crown Prince and the First Prince."
The guards were all stunned when they heard this, looking at each other in bewilderment. They were the secret guards of the Prince Regent's Palace, but when did the Prince Regent marry a princess? Everyone was puzzled, but they didn't dare to act rashly.
At this moment, the Crown Prince's personal bodyguard, Mao Jian, emerged from the courtyard, his tone harsh, "Miss Lan, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is seriously injured and his life is hanging by a thread. It's inconvenient for us to see you right now. Please return and don't linger here."
Lan Xiyue's eyes turned cold, and her figure flashed like a ghost, appearing in front of Mao Jian in an instant.
Before he could react, she had already punched him hard in the right eye and said coldly, "Your mother is as blind as your master! When has this aunt ever bothered your prince? If you dare to talk nonsense again, watch out for your life! Get out of here!"
Mao Jian groaned, covered his right eye, and stumbled back, horrified. He hadn't even seen how Lan Xiyue had attacked him! The sharp pain in his right eye made him realize he'd been hit. He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and sternly said, "Miss Lan, the imperial physician is treating the Crown Prince. No one is allowed to disturb him! If anything happens to the Crown Prince because of you, we'll all be killed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the guards around him drew their swords and pointed them at Lan Xiyue and the others.
Seeing this, An Yi and An Er immediately stepped forward, longswords drawn, protecting Lan Xiyue. The atmosphere instantly became tense, as if a fight was about to break out.
At this critical moment, a burst of rapid horse hooves sounds came from afar.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Mo Liyuan galloping towards them, his expression stern and his gaze blazing. He reined in his horse and stopped in front of them, dismounting. His voice was low but undeniable, "How is the Crown Prince's injury?"
Mao Jian saw this and quickly waved his hand, prompting the guards to sheathe their swords and retreat to the sides. He bowed his head and replied respectfully, "My Lord Regent, the Crown Prince is unconscious. The accompanying imperial physician is doing his utmost to treat him, but his condition is not good."
Mo Liyuan's eyes were cold as he walked straight to Lan Xiyue's side. He stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms, his tone unquestionable: "Move aside, the prince and the princess want to go in and take a look."
Mao Jian was startled upon hearing this. He glanced up at the two's intimate gesture and was immediately stunned. When had Miss Lan become the Regent Princess? Hadn't the Crown Prince just recently expressed his interest in taking her as a concubine? Furthermore, wasn't it rumored that Miss Lan had gone to the Huguo Temple to chant sutras for her deceased mother? Why had she suddenly appeared here?
Seeing Mao Jian in a daze, Mo Liyuan's eyes grew even colder, and his voice was as piercing as an ice blade: "I'll say it again, get out of the way! Don't let me say it a third time!"
Mao Jian suddenly came to his senses, quickly stepped aside to make way, lowered his head and dared not say anything more.
Mo Liyuan hugged Lan Xiyue and strode into the house.
The atmosphere in the room was solemn. Several imperial doctors were surrounding the prince's bed, looking anxious.
Mo Liyuan and Lan Xiyue entered the room. The imperial doctors gathered around the bed heard the sound and turned to see Mo Liyuan. Their expressions suddenly changed. They hurried forward a few steps, knelt on the ground, and said in unison, "Greetings, Lord Regent."
Mo Liyuan looked calm as he walked to the side and sat down. He glanced at Mo Yufeng, whose eyes were tightly closed on the bed, and then glanced at Mo Jicang, who was also unconscious. "How are the Crown Prince and the First Prince doing?"
Several imperial doctors looked at each other, their faces as pale as paper, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Mo Liyuan.
One of the elder imperial physicians, Wang Ju, replied in a trembling voice, "Reporting to the Regent, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was wounded in the chest. The sword's tip missed his heart by a hair's breadth, and the sword was poisoned... Your servants... Your servants are truly helpless. The Crown Prince's arm injury is superficial, but the wound is poisonous, which is why he fell unconscious. Your servants have yet to determine the source of the poison."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became stagnant, as if even the air had become heavy.
Mo Liyuan glanced at Lan Xiyue and said, "The imperial physician is so useless, Yue'er might as well take a look."
Lan Xiyue thought, it would be better if they died, as so many innocent people died because of them.
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