The moldy girl travels through the harem of hegemony: the concubine is hard to love

Chapter 77
Because her face was so ugly, An Xiaoqian's face began to be covered with a layer of tulle.

She also began to become weaker and more decadent, and she seemed to have no will at all.

The only thing she can do now is to lie on the bed, drink the medicine, then fall into a deep sleep, wake up, drink the medicine again, and then fall into a deep sleep again and again.

Murong Chenyuan stood by the window and said flatly, "There is no need to delay, we can only return to the palace as soon as possible."

The best imperial physician in the world should be able to save her.

Qing Cang who was standing behind Murong Shenyuan stopped him and said, "Your Majesty, please think twice, if you go back to the palace now, all our previous plans will be in vain."

Almost all the people in the palace were Queen Mother Gu's people, and they couldn't move an inch in the palace.

Qing Cang is Murong Shen Yuan's confidant and the most capable subordinate by his side.

"I make up my own mind, and do as I say."

"But—" Qing Cang still hesitated, and tried to persuade Murong Shenyuan again.

"Don't hurry up and prepare? If she dies, our plan will be in vain." Murong Shen Yuan said in a deep voice.

Qing Cang kept silent, and then retreated forbearance, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and said, "Your Majesty, you have a secret heart for her." He pointed out the facts calmly, although it was only a clue, But Qing Cang, who was following Murong Shenyuan, still noticed that Murong Chenyuan seemed to be gradually being drawn by her.

It was almost evening when An Xiaoqian woke up, she opened her eyes in a daze, and what caught her eyes was Murong Shenyuan's iron-blooded and stern face, with her lips pursed into a straight line.

And she was lying in his arms at this time, and he was carrying her out of the room.

An Xiaoqian raised her eyes to look at his chin, suddenly felt her nose sour, and a fishy and sweet taste choked her throat. She took a breath and murmured, "It's... so warm..."

As she said that, her arms around his waist subconsciously tightened. His embrace made her feel so warm.

It also made her feel nostalgic.

Maybe it's easy to rely on people around you when you're sick, maybe it's just that.

Murong Shenyuan didn't seem to hear her mumbling clearly, and said coldly, "If you have the strength to speak, you might as well close your eyes and rest peacefully."

(End of this chapter)