The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 90
After nightfall, the weather has been very cold, Shuxiang is only wearing a thin dress, her face has been blown pale by the wind.

Cheng Zijiang stayed inside and went to many doctors in a row, but all of them were in a hurry, or shook their heads and sighed.

She knew in her heart that his physical condition was not very good, and she must have made him angry in the hall today.

The door of the palace opened, and Chu Bai came out.

Shuxiang recognized her as the female secret guard beside Cheng Zijiang.

So, he hurried up and asked, "How is he?"

Chu Bai naturally didn't see the outside, just thinking of the prince's condition, he couldn't help frowning.

Although it has been well controlled, it cannot cure the root cause.

"There's nothing serious about it." Chu Bai glanced at Shuxiang's anxious look, and asked her, "You also like His Highness, right?"

The encounter between them, their later acquaintance, and Chubai have all witnessed them.

But because the world is unpredictable, many things cannot go as expected, so the two of them missed too much.

She wanted to hear Zhao Shuxiang's affirmative answer.

"It's good that he's fine. As for liking, it's actually useless to say more."

Shuxiang looked at her toes. Although she didn't know whether so many doctors came today because of Zhao Zheng's order, Zhao Zheng told her not long ago.

"As long as you marry me and become my concubine, I will find an antidote for the prince's illness."

It would be difficult for her to save Cheng Zijiang by herself, but if Zhao Zheng helps her, then the chances of winning are great.

Shuxiang agreed without thinking.

Just like the moment she jumped off the cliff with Cheng Zijiang last time, as long as her life is stable, it doesn't matter, but Cheng Zijiang is the one who wants to stand on the top of everyone and see thousands of miles away.

He is the Son of Heaven, he can't have anything to do.

Chu Bai smiled wryly, and asked her one after another: "Then what is your choice? Is it the crown prince? Or the prince?"

choose?

She had no choice left.

Not from the start...

Shuxiang closed her eyes to prevent Chubai from seeing her fragility.

The voice resolutely and calmly said, as if it had nothing to do with her: "The prince is ready to marry me."

Chu Bai clenched the hilt of the sword, restrained his emotions, and almost gnashed his teeth: "Zhao Shuxiang, if the crown prince is not inside, I really want to kill you with one sword!"

Shuxiang raised her head and sighed: "Well, I'm also thinking, why don't I die."

Living is actually a very tiring thing, a dilemma.

Chu Bai was stunned when he heard this, and probably understood that there was something hidden in this matter.

Suddenly recalling the result he had found, he looked deeply at Shuxiang, and asked in affirmation: "The Art of Dementing Souls is in your hands, right?"

Scholar nodded absently: "Yes."

When Chu Bai heard that it was true, but Zhao Shuxiang had already agreed to the son, and couldn't help but feel sad.

"Then since you have chosen the crown prince, please hold your hand high and save the crown prince with the soul-stirring qin technique!"

Shuxiang frowned, "What do you mean?"

Chu Bai eloquently said that she, who thought she had no feelings, actually wanted to cry.

"The poison in the crown prince is Gu poison, which has entered the heart veins, and the Gu poison must be lured out with the sound of the soul-stirring zither." She took a deep breath, "Your Highness is 20 years old now, this Gu poison has been planted in his body for five years, what is it like?" Can you imagine the pain?"

The scholarly fragrance brushed away Chubai and rushed into the hall, with only one name in mind, Cheng Zijiang.

(End of this chapter)