The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day-Chapter 865 - 449: Diagnosing Song Yanqing (Fourth Update)
An Ning thought.
This was truly the only thing that made her laugh since entering the palace.
She just laughed out loud, unabashedly, like a goose.
Song Yanqing, you finally got what you deserve today.
Weren’t you quite adept at tormenting Ruotong back then?
An Ning laughed so hard that Song Yanqing felt utterly awkward.
His face turned as red as a tomato.
And An Ning’s laughter vanished with the sudden arrival of Xiao Jinxing. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"The Emperor is here."
Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to salute, "Greetings to the Emperor. Long live the Emperor, may he live ten thousand years."
An Ning didn’t move.
Yue Ying, who was nearby, felt almost frantic and hastily reminded her, "Madam, you should salute upon seeing the Emperor."
An Ning held back.
She just didn’t want to implicate the innocent.
She got up.
Just about to bow.
"You worked hard yesterday, no need to salute upon seeing me, from now on, don’t bother at all." Xiao Jinxing casually grasped An Ning’s hand, taking it into his large hand.
No one dared to look too long at the Emperor and the Madam’s intimacy.
Never had the Emperor shown any close affection to any concubine.
As soon as he saw the Madam, he intertwined their fingers...
Even though she tried to shake it off.
And couldn’t manage to get rid of it.
"Rise." Xiao Jinxing said warmly.
"Thank you, Emperor."
Only then did everyone dare to stand up and return to their positions.
"Why is Yanqing here?" Xiao Jinxing kept holding An Ning’s hand, sitting in the main seat.
An Ning’s heart and lungs almost exploded with restraint.
Xiao Jinxing seemed oblivious.
"Reporting to the Emperor, today I came to teach Princess Youyou and Princess Anqi, and coincidentally tell Madam about my wedding tomorrow." Song Yanqing replied, "I hope Madam can attend my wedding personally."
"Hmm." Xiao Jinxing responded absent-mindedly, then asked, "Just now, what made you laugh so joyfully?"
He almost thought.
She wouldn’t laugh anymore.
In the Imperial Palace, never laugh again.
Song Yanqing blushed and spoke softly, "Madam was mocking my bedroom matters."
"I wasn’t mocking." An Ning corrected, "I simply thought this retribution was quite satisfying."
Song Yanqing pursed his lips, utterly embarrassed.
Xiao Jinxing’s eyes paused for a moment.
As if discerning An Ning’s implicit warning.
She seemed to be cautioning him.
Retribution comes early.
"Weren’t you asking for my diagnosis?" An Ning said, "Get over here."
Song Yanqing dared not approach.
Now with the Emperor holding the Madam’s hand so tightly.
"Please, Emperor, release my hand. Tomorrow Song Yanqing is marrying, and you wouldn’t want him losing half his life, right?" An Ning coldly addressed Xiao Jinxing.
Xiao Jinxing gently released An Ning’s hand.
An Ning, freed, casually picked up her handkerchief to wipe.
As if wiping away something dirty.
Everyone understood clearly.
Everyone drew a sharp breath.
Song Yanqing was also apprehensively stepping forward to face An Ning.
Had he known the Emperor was coming, he wouldn’t have bothered the Madam.
Dying in Ruotong’s bed is better than dying at the Emperor’s hands.
An Ning’s finger touched Song Yanqing’s pulse.
Whenever she began diagnosing, she would discard all emotions and focus entirely.
Xiao Jinxing quietly observed An Ning’s serious demeanor.
As if only at this moment.
He dared to gaze at her so boldly.
Because she wouldn’t notice.
Once she did, she would show a disgusted expression.
An Ning truly did not notice anything around her, checking the pulse for a while, she withdrew her hand, "Song Yanqing, how have you survived these past five years?"
Song Yanqing pressed his lips, unsure of how to answer.
"Your inner organs are more damaged than they were five years ago when I left, did you ever use the medicine prescribed to you?" An Ning asked.
Song Yanqing was silent.
Honestly, from the start, he never took it seriously.
No grief is greater than a dead heart.
He merely existed like a walking corpse, how could he take medicine properly?
"To be honest, being able to get out of Ruotong’s bed truly is divine favor." An Ning candidly stated, "Don’t even think about the wedding night tomorrow. I fear you might not recover the remaining half of your life."
"I’ve been trying to boost my health recently, taking quite a few..." Song Yanqing paused, "aphrodisiac medicines."
"If your organs aren’t healthy, even drinking fragrant liquor is useless, it’ll only further deplete your body and upset your physiological functions." An Ning said, then added, "The tonic you drank earlier was also wasted, entirely ineffective for your condition."
No sooner had she spoken.
Song Yanqing felt a sharp gaze sweep over him directly.
He genuinely wanted to tell the Emperor.
He truly had no choice but to drink it.
If possible, he wanted to vomit it all out.
"I’ll write a prescription for you now, to restore your health. Given your current condition, refrain from intercourse for at least three months." An Ning didn’t notice the interaction between Xiao Jinxing and Song Yanqing, speaking solemnly.
"Three months?" Song Yanqing was clearly somewhat overwhelmed.
"You endured five years, didn’t you?" An Ning frowned.
Three months was assuming all went smoothly.
If any accidents occurred, half a year, a year, or even longer was possible.
"Once you go without, it’s bearable continuously; once you have it once, then you want it infinitely." Song Yanqing blushed more, glancing at Xiao Jinxing, saying, "The Emperor likely understands too."
Xiao Jinxing glared coldly at Song Yanqing.
Don’t think this will make him forget about you drinking his tonic!
He came, intending to share revitalizing tonics with An Ning.
Knowing An Ning wouldn’t eat willingly on her own.
Yet.
All went into Song Yanqing’s belly!
"No matter how much you want, endure it." An Ning said, "Unless you’re willing to treat it as your life’s last experience."
"..."
An Ning asked Yue Ying for pen and ink, wrote the prescription, and said, "If Ancient Medical Hall is still around, go there for the medicine, everything is available."
"Thank you, Madam." Song Yanqing accepted with both hands and knelt in gratitude.
"By the way." An Ning examined Song Yanqing’s face.
Song Yanqing felt somewhat disoriented by An Ning’s gaze.
Especially with the Emperor beside.
The Madam staring at him like that truly might cost him his life.
"Want to remove the scars on your face?" An Ning asked.
Song Yanqing felt a surge of excitement.
Yet tried hard to suppress it.
In the past, he didn’t care much.
Just a shell, after all.
But now, Ruotong despises his face.
Said he’s too ugly.
"Is it possible?" Song Yanqing inquired.
"We can try." An Ning said diplomatically.
In fact.
Since her facial surgery was successful, cosmetic medicine at this moment could also enter the clinical phase here.
Therefore, she used surgery on her own face, aside from shedding Ye Qichi’s identity, as a breakthrough experiment in her medical field.
"Madam’s kindness, I shall never forget." Song Yanqing knelt on the ground, extremely moved.
"Don’t feel overly grateful. For one, I don’t know if it’ll completely succeed; secondly, it’s just for Ruotong, so her marrying you won’t feel too much of a loss." An Ning spoke frankly.
