Remnant King and Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

The long skirt fluttered lightly, Xiyue felt her eyes darkened, she almost fell down, she nodded silently, turned around and quickly walked towards the bedroom.

The guards knew they were coming, so they had already opened the door of the dormitory. When Xiyue stepped in, she couldn't hold back her tears.

The wind blows, and the gauze curtain dances. In the deepest part of the resplendent and magnificent place, on the bed, who is lying on the bed, if not the Seventh Prince.

"Dizzy Jing—"

Xiyue finally couldn't hold back, sat in front of his bed, clenched his cold hands, and when she held them, Xiyue was startled.

There is no temperature in the hand, it is extremely cold.

Startled, she hastily stretched out her hand to lightly touch his forehead and body, which was also icy cold. Xiyue leaned down and put her ear on the Seventh Prince's chest. However, what made her feel strange was that the Seventh Prince's heart was still calm Slowly beating.

Maybe,

This is the only reason why the imperial physician concluded that the Seventh Prince did not die.

Frowning, Xiyue did one more thing, which was to put her long finger into the breath of the Seventh Prince. None of the imperial physicians dared to do so, because they were afraid——

At this time, there was a lot of trouble, and it was not known who was the monarch. If he rashly rescued the Seventh Prince and offended the Crown Prince or King Jing, he would not be able to escape death.

Anger welled up in her chest, Xiyue smiled coldly.

When retracting her long fingers, even she herself felt her legs trembling.

There is no trace of breath on the Seventh Prince's nose, but his heart is beating slowly, why is that?

"Miss Xiyue, how is the Seventh Prince?"

When Qu Mo asked anxiously, the housekeeper happened to lead the maids in with tea, and everyone was sad and melancholy. The prince is very popular among his servants in the manor, when he was about to speak, Kai Tian was standing aside, with his hands folded around his chest, looking up at the upper beam, and said in a cold voice.

"What's so interesting about a dead person?"

The housekeeper and Qu Mo were shocked, the housekeeper was very angry immediately, and glared at Kai Tian angrily, Kai Tian snorted, Xiyue reached out her hand to stop it, and said in a choked voice.

"What he said... I'm afraid it's almost the same."

The movement of the heartbeat was too weird, and there was no breathing. If it wasn't a dead person, what was it? Standing up, Xiyue walked up to the slaves who were kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly, and reprimanded in a cold voice.

"Why cry in a hurry, did I say he died?"

The tearful people immediately stopped, looked up at Xiyue as if asking for help one by one, Xiyue bowed her head in silence, paced back and forth in the wing room, finally grabbed a talisman, lightly recited the incantation, burned the talisman, The talisman went straight to the sky.

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When Moqin fell from the sky, Xiyue was reclining on the couch in the seventh prince's bedroom, propping her forehead with one hand, closing her eyes but not really falling asleep.

When the strong wind hit, the window was blown open with a bang, Xiyue raised her sharp eyes and ran to the window, only to see Mo Qin gracefully flying in, heading straight to the Seventh Prince's bed.

Grabbing his pulse, Mo Qin's eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

"Brother."

——Mo Qin raised his palm, with an unusually serious expression. After interrupting Xiyue's words, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the pulse of the Seventh Prince. After half an hour, a long sigh escaped from his red lips , the atmosphere suddenly stagnated——

"My lord~~~"

The steward led a group of close servants, and they knelt down on the ground with a plop, and the whole palace fell into a place of mourning, crying all over the sky.