The Ninth Princess is beautiful and sassy

"Girl." Chu Dongling leaned over and put his forehead against Long Qian's, "Why don't you speak? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Long Qian shook his stiff head and said hoarsely: "I'm hungry."

Chu Dongling let go of her, rubbed her back, and glanced back at Nie Wuqing.

"Qianqian is hungry, why don't you go get ready?"

"Yes." Nie Qingqing handed Yue'er to another guard, "Have someone prepare meals for Princess Qian, quickly!"

"Yes!" The guard nodded lightly and took the woman in his arms away.

With a "clang" sound, Nie Qingqing pulled out his sword and walked back.

The imperial doctor finally took a breath and felt the breath of death again.

"Your Highness, Prince, spare your life!" He glanced at Chu Dongling, who was aloof, moved back, and put his forehead on the ground again.

Chu Dongling stared at him and asked in a deep voice: "Which hand touched the woman of this palace?"

"Have you ever..." The imperial doctor shook his head, "His Royal Highness, please give me another chance. Your Majesty..."

"Stretch out your hand!" Nie Wuqing's fierce voice was like the sword in his hand, cold and sharp.

"I am feeling a little unwell, so I will go back first." The Queen stood up.

Hong Ying and Lan Jian who were guarding her side reached out their hands at the same time and gave her a hand.

Chu Dongling didn't even look at her, as if she had never existed.

"Auntie, wait for me." Chu Qianqian got up with all her strength, her hands still shaking randomly.

I don't know if it was a dislocation or a broken bone.

But she can't stay in this place anymore, people will die!

hateful! Why is she the one who gets hurt every time? Can't she just lie in bed and be hurt once? God is unfair!

"Left hand, or right hand? Or are both hands touching?"

Nie Wuqing's voice was so cold that Chu Qianqian stumbled with her left foot and fell heavily to the ground. The pain struck again, causing her to clench her teeth and close her eyes.

The imperial doctor was not in the mood to pay attention to other things. He knew that it would be impossible to leave here without leaving a hand today.

The queen was too ruthless, it was her fault, but she let him bear everything by himself.

Before Nie Qingqing could get angry, the imperial doctor stretched out his left hand.

Nie Qingwu was like a machine without emotions. He raised and lowered his knife and cut off the hand that shouldn't exist.

"Ah..." the imperial doctor shouted hysterically while holding his severed arm.

When Chu Qianqian opened her eyes, the severed hand rolled right in front of her.

She turned pale with fright and became unresponsive for a moment.

"Take your things and get out! If you dare to be disrespectful to Princess Qian in the future, watch your head!"

Nie Qingqing took out the handkerchief and wiped the blood on the sword bit by bit.

The imperial doctor who almost fainted nodded quickly, crawled over and picked up his severed hand, stood up and ran away.

Chu Qianqian didn't dare to neglect and ran out of the side room.

Nie Qingwu found a thin blanket at random, wiped off the blood on the ground, turned around and cupped his hands.

"Your Highness, do you need someone else to come in and serve Princess Qian?"

"No need." Long Qian reacted and shook his head, "Let Yue'er come back and I'll take care of the injuries on her fingers and face."

Long Qian lay weakly back on the bed, still clutching the quilt tightly with both hands.

Chu Dongling was controlled by poison, was Nie Wuqing the same? Why did their eyes lose temperature at the same time?

Where did everyone else go? Can a normal person come in and talk to her about Chu Dongling's situation?

Is your mother okay? Tong Yangtian hasn't found her yet, has he? (End of chapter)