The Harem's Favorite Maid Raiders

Chapter 223 Let... I... Die...

"girl!"

Doctor Zhao was startled, and grabbed her arm, "Fortunately, there is a pulse, there is a pulse...go...go." He glanced at Aunt Chun who was also pale with shock, and said, "I know it's too late now. , but, Miss Han is in danger of her life now, and Aunt Laochun, please go and invite the emperor..."

"Doctor Zhao means..."

"If Miss Han can't make it through this time, she will still see the emperor for the last time."

"what?!"

Aunt Chun stared, and in a split second, two lines of clear tears flowed from her eyes.

Doctor Zhao saw that Aunt Chun was in a bad mood, so he hurriedly said, "Hurry up! I'll prescribe the prescription right away!"

Aunt Chun cried and couldn't say a word, she just nodded, and then rushed out at a trot.

Imperial Physician Zhao didn't dare to rest for a moment, and hurriedly opened the medicine box and wrote the prescription.

"Doctor Zhao, this girl..." Mammy Jiang was stunned for a long time before finally speaking.

"Irritated fire attacks the heart, liver depression turns into fire, but she has just given birth, her whole body is damp and cold, this disease, I am afraid it is really hard to manage..."

After all, Imperial Physician Zhao heavily added lotus seeds and gardenia to the prescription.

"Master..." After a while, a young man came over and looked at the prescription that Imperial Physician Zhao was still considering.

Imperial Physician Zhao frowned, changed a few more strokes, and then handed the prescription to his disciple with confidence, saying: "Decoct the medicine immediately, remember not to use the lotus seeds."

"Yes."

After finishing speaking, Imperial Physician Zhao sighed, suddenly remembered what Han Yumin had just said to him, and couldn't help asking, "Jiangma, what happened? Why did the girl just say...the emperor wants her to die?"

Mother Jiang also sighed, shook her head and said, "The girl is really hungry, and the emperor just sent the small kitchen to bring pastries and acacia soup, but who knows..."

"how?"

"The soup is poisonous." After that, she pointed to the little mouse that was lying on the ground straight now.

Doctor Zhao came here in a hurry and didn't pay attention to his feet. Seeing this, he himself was surprised.

Thinking back to when Han Yumin was still in a coma a few days ago, the emperor came here every day, and he was really in a hurry, and today he has murderous intentions again?
I'm afraid there is something strange in it.

Besides, Han Yumin was angry, sad and hated at the same time, how could she have the time to analyze the ins and outs of these things?

If someone really secretly poisoned...then this move was really ruthless.

If she died, then everything would be fine. If she didn't die, she would feel disheartened towards the emperor from now on, so the person who poisoned her would not be a threat anymore.

This thought is really detailed enough.

Just as he was thinking, a bright yellow figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"My servant sees the emperor." Imperial physician Zhao hurriedly knelt down and bowed. Mother Jiang held Han Yumin in her arms, and it was inconvenient to salute, but when she saw Jiang Meng, she immediately turned her head away.

Jiang Meng just had a gloomy face, and didn't say anything to blame.

"Why? Why is it like this?" He leaned closer and looked at the pale Han Yumin. Her face was really bloodless, her lips were pale, and her brows were slightly frowned, as if she was in a dream, but Still suffering.

He doesn't want to make trouble like this!

Even for a moment, he doubted her, but in Qian'an Palace, in front of the empress, concubine, and so many court ladies, and that Liu's face slapped him, this woman is really powerful!
He is the Son of Heaven, how could he lose such face in front of so many people?

Even if you want to get to the bottom of it, this staunch woman is also her own hand, and she has cut off her back.

"Ah..." Jiang Meng bit her lip and sighed, pinching her bony arm, "What's going on with her?"

There was a suffocating silence in the house.

"What's going on!?" Jiang Meng gritted his teeth, but lowered his voice again, as if he was afraid of waking Han Yumin who was still sleeping.

"Go back to the emperor." Mother Jiang said bluntly, "Look, Your Majesty, what is under your feet?"

Jiang Meng clenched his palms tightly, lowered his head to look, and couldn't help being surprised: "Dead mouse?"

"This is caused by the acacia soup that the emperor ordered someone to bring it that night."

"...?"

Jiang Meng stared at Mother Jiang with wide eyes: "So, she...she thought I was going to poison her to death?"

"Isn't it?"

Mother Jiang's voice was unusually cold. She raised her head to look at Jiang Meng, and said with a mocking smile, "The emperor and the first emperor are really father and son!"

"you……!"

Jiang Meng gritted her teeth tightly. At this moment, she knew what Mother Jiang was talking about—it was nothing more than Yao Qingyan, the beloved concubine who was thrown into the cold palace when the late emperor was still alive.

But right now, it's obviously not the time to talk about it.

He calmed down, and asked in a low voice: "Princess Zhao, how is she?"

Imperial Physician Zhao shook his head: "My minister called the emperor over... just thinking that if something happens to Miss Han, at least the emperor and Miss Han will fall in love, then... the last time I see you, it's always..."

"fart!"

Before Doctor Zhao finished speaking, Jiang Meng interrupted severely.

He didn't expect that such rude words would come from his own mouth.

Since it was a misunderstanding, then he just needs to wait for her to wake up and explain carefully——Whether they can go back, I don't have time to worry about it now, what he cares about now is that this woman who once stole his heart can't die!

Jiang Meng glanced at Nanny Jiang, reached out to support Han Yumin's body, and said to her, "Come and hug her."

"Hmph." Mother Jiang snorted coldly, and slowly got up.

Jiang Meng gritted his teeth, but did not get angry.

He knew, he knew how difficult it had been for this woman all these years.

After another quarter of an hour, Aunt Chun stepped forward and said softly, "Your Majesty, the medicine is ready."

Jiang Meng nodded, took the medicine bowl, took a sip as before, and put it in his mouth.

Really bitter!

Doctor Zhao looked at Jiang Meng's slightly frowning brows, and couldn't help but feel shocked—the lotus seeds hadn't gone to the lotus heart, so it was naturally bitter.

He supported Han Yumin's head and asked her to lift it up, and then, slowly, he attached his lips to hers.

Her lips were already chapped and cold again.

Jiang Meng felt that his heart seemed to be pinched by something one after another, and waves of pain spread throughout his entire chest.

Afterwards, the medicine slowly flowed from his mouth into hers.

Han Yumin snorted, frowned, and swallowed the medicine.

Jiang Meng smiled gratifiedly, took another sip, and was about to bow his face when he suddenly saw Han Yumin's slightly trembling eyelashes.

He didn't stop his movements, but once again, he delivered the medicine in his mouth into her mouth.

It's just that this time, it doesn't seem to be going well——

Han Yumin coughed softly and weakly, and spit out all the medicine in his mouth.

"Let... I... die..."

She slowly opened her eyes, and spit out a few words out of anger.

(End of this chapter)