After collecting the nectar, the giant bee leaves the flower, carrying its honey sac full of honey, and departs satisfied.
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Urged on by Mengbao, He Yunxiao reluctantly picked up the "fake death medicine" and fed it to Mengbao.
Mengbao was cured of the poison, her complexion was rosy and radiant, and she was very satisfied, while He Yunxiao had a resentful look on his face.
What can you do in that little bit of time?
Meng Qingqian saw He Yunxiao's hands, which were wrapped in a handkerchief and stained red, and said, "He Yunxiao, your hands... you should go see the imperial physician quickly."
He Yunxiao laughed and said, "It's nothing. I took the Soul-Devouring Pill. This little injury will be completely healed within an hour or two. Don't worry, it's alright." As He Yunxiao laughed, his tone suddenly became low and he said quietly, "Knife wounds heal easily, but heart wounds are hard to heal."
Meng Qingqian naturally understood what He Yunxiao meant, and she blushed as she said, "There will be another chance to detoxify later."
He Yunxiao: !
Meng Qingqian pointed to the empty medicine bowl on the table.
He Yunxiao suddenly realized, "That's right, Mengbao just drank the drug that made her appear dead, and she needs an antidote."
"This time, cough cough."
Meng Qingqian's pretty face flushed crimson, but remembering He Yunxiao's life-saving act, she still said in a very low voice, "This time... it's up to you..."
The ambiguous relationship between the two did not last long. The effects of the fake death drug came on quickly, and Meng Qingqian's heartbeat and breathing began to slow down. She was about to enter a state of fake death.
According to the plan, after faking her death, a royal physician must diagnose her, and only when the physician is also unable to do anything will Princess Xiaoyue be considered truly dead.
"He Yunxiao, when you go out, remember to take the bowl with you..." Meng Qingqian said weakly.
He Yunxiao nodded.
Mengbao is wearing a deep red dress today, and her makeup is exquisite. She looks absolutely gorgeous.
He Yunxiao lingered for a while longer, reluctant to leave, before finally picking up the bowl and preparing to depart. He had only taken two steps when a commotion suddenly erupted outside the hall.
The imperial physician has arrived!?
So fast?
He Yunxiao looked left and right but couldn't find a place to hide in the hall. The only place was...
He put the bowl in his bosom, jumped onto Mengbao's bed, then untied the bed curtains to cover the entire bed, while tossing Mengbao's little hand outside the curtains for the imperial physician to diagnose.
"Mengbao is the eldest princess, the imperial physician probably wouldn't dare to lift her curtain..."
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A little earlier.
A trusted maidservant of Meng Qingqian, accompanied by five imperial physicians and a medical apprentice from the Imperial Medical Academy, was walking on the road to Fenghua Palace. There were four men and two women in total.
The selection of imperial physicians and apprentices was very particular. The only female imperial physician, Physician Zhou, and the other male imperial physician, surnamed Li, were Meng Qingqian's confidants, needless to say. Besides these two, two of the remaining three imperial physicians were affiliated with the Prime Minister, and the third was a neutral physician, Physician Wei. The last female apprentice in the Imperial Medical Academy, surnamed Lin, was from the same family as Princess Qi, Lin Anjian, representing the influence of powerful families outside the capital.
The arrival of these six people was tantamount to gathering representatives from all sides of the Qi Kingdom. If they said Meng Qingqian was dead, then Meng Qingqian was "certainly dead."
The medical team assembled by the Imperial Medical Academy was also personally arranged by Meng Qingqian. The goal was to make the Prime Minister believe that she was dead.
Physician Lin walked silently at the back of the group.
As the youngest in her generation, she naturally couldn't walk ahead of the other teachers.
On the way to Fenghua Palace, bloodstains and traces of battle were everywhere. The blood belonged to people from Qi and Yan. Whenever he saw these fresh bloodstains, Physician Lin would unconsciously touch his sleeve.
She had just developed this habit today, for no other reason than that she hid a jet-black silver needle in her sleeve.
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