Is Shizi ill today?

Chapter 391
"Qian Qiao, are you asleep?"

Chen Jiuzhen lit the lamp, opened the curtain and walked in.

No one responded to her.

Presumably he fell asleep.

Chen Jiuzhen turned around and planned to leave.

But just as he stepped out, he took it back, put the oil lamp on the table, and walked to the bed.

I saw that the bed was stacked very neatly and cleanly, even though the light was dim, I could still see that there was no one on the bed.

Chen Jiuzhen's expression changed, and she immediately searched around the house.

When she came out of the clean room, her complexion was not good, and she ran out: "Nurse An, Qian Qiao, Qian Qiao is gone..."

Under the night, the heavy rain was like beads with a broken thread, ticking non-stop.

The cold wind blows, making it even colder.

Shen Qianqiao stood at the gate of Prince Duan's Mansion, slamming on the gate: "Open the door, I want to see Ah Jing, please let me in..."

The Canghai Building was brightly lit, and people kept coming out and people coming in.

Princess Duan's face turned pale, and her fingers hanging by her sides were clenched into fists. Looking at the bloody water coming out of the basin, she couldn't stand anymore, and walked inside.

"What happened?"

When he saw his son's cold and handsome face was lifeless, with a bloodless paleness on his face.

A wave of panic emerged from the bottom of her heart and instantly overwhelmed her.

Several imperial doctors looked at me and I looked at you, shook their heads, and stopped talking.

"Princess, please give me condolences!"

Princess Duan's body went limp for a while, but fortunately she was supported by a servant girl. Her brows were stern, and she glanced at these half-hundred-year-old imperial physicians, "What is mourning and resignation? If you don't heal this princess today, I will The princess will let the emperor chop off your heads and punish your nine clans!"

With the last word, she became more angry, and the hand hanging by her side was trembling, but she suppressed it forcefully.

"I beg the princess to spare her life!"

The imperial doctor immediately fell to his knees: "The son is seriously injured and has lost a lot of blood. We really did our best."

"Come here, drag these quack doctors out for my princess!"

Princess Duan gave orders sharply.

A few guards came in soon, and just as they dragged the old men, there was a sound outside.

"I have seen the king."

Prince Duan walked in with a serious expression, "What is this for?"

"My lord, spare my life, save this humble minister..."

"The imperial doctor still has to see the prince, so let him go soon!"

He scolded.

The guard immediately released him.

"These quack doctors said to make me sad, if Ah Jing can't keep it, what's the use of these old things still alive?"

Princess Duan's voice was excited, her eyes were flushed, "If you don't rescue him today, I want your whole family to be buried with him!"

The several imperial physicians were trembling, but they nodded their heads bravely.

Prince Duan had never seen a woman like this before. He walked over and held the woman's hand. The softness in the palm was cold and there was no warmth at all.

He looked at her pale, bloodless side face, and saw her tightly pursing her lips, with fear and panic in her eyes that she had never seen before.

"Feng'er, Ah Jing will be fine..."

"Shi, son, he's out of breath."

With a sudden exclamation, Princess Duan paralyzed, her whole body filled with despair.

"Impossible, you must have made a wrong diagnosis," she pushed away the hand extended by the man, and rushed to the bed in a frenzy.

"Ah Jing, don't scare the concubine mother, wake up quickly, the concubine mother will promise you everything..."

When Chen Jinfu walked to the door, he heard the heart-piercing sound, and immediately quickened his pace and led the people in.

(End of this chapter)