Beigong Zhe carried An Wenxi and strode towards the Imperial Academy of Medicine.
On the bed, An Qianrou's eyes were filled with hatred and unwillingness. Her hands were desperately twisting the blanket around her body.
Ha…love was deep, hate was deep. She was the only person in this man's heart from the beginning to the end.
An Wenxi subconsciously hugged him tightly, causing Beigong Zhe's body to tremble. He looked at the little person in his arms who was frowning and quickened his pace.
"Bang!" Beigong Zhe kicked open the doors of the Imperial Academy of Medicine.
"Where's the imperial physician? All of you, get out here!"
"Greetings, Emperor." Imperial Physician Fu ran out in a panic. When he saw Beigong Zhe carrying An Wenxi in his arms, he was shocked.
"Get up. Look at her." Beigong Zhe put An Wenxi down.
" Don't go, Brother Jiu…" Someone suddenly grabbed her hand.
After half a year, when he heard her call him " Brother Jiu " again, a gentleness that he himself did not notice appeared in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, the Tenth Princess 'fever is not going down, I'm afraid…"
"Can't be cured? If she couldn't cure him, the entire Imperial Academy of Medicine would be buried with her!”
Imperial Physician Fu lowered his body." I will do my best.”
Her hand was tightly grabbed by someone. She seemed to be struggling with something, and blood dripped from her pale lips.
"Beigong Zhe, go to hell, go to hell!”An Wenxi muttered in pain.
Beigong Zhe subconsciously clenched his hand that was covering that small hand. He suddenly shook off that small hand and said to Imperial Physician Fu,"Cure her!"
His tall figure was covered in a layer of coldness. The young emperor walked out of the Imperial Academy of Medicine with a vicious aura.
Three days after An Wenxi woke up, Beigong Zhe did not ask about her anymore. She lived in a low-key manner in Qing You Palace as if she had been forgotten. He heard that Beigong Zhe was busy taking in concubines and the palace was extremely busy.
It was ten days later that her peaceful life was broken. She bent down to pick up the handkerchief on the ground, but a light-colored embroidered shoe stepped on it faster than her.
She raised her head and saw a flamboyant little face looking down at her with a hint of provocation in his eyes.
The cloud bun is towering, and the red hairpin is surrounded by ornaments. She had a beautiful head and beautiful eyebrows, red lips and a beautiful face. Silver-Winged Cicada draped over her silk dress, outlining her exquisite figure. She was a beauty that could topple cities and countries.
"Bold slave, you're blocking bengong's path, why aren't you moving aside!”
BenGong? How many people in this palace could call themselves 'bengong'? The person in front of him should be Beigong Zhena's new consort!
An Wenxi sized her up again, feeling like she had seen this face somewhere before.
You're Jiang Xiangwan?" An Wenxi had once seen her portrait in Beigong Zhe's place. It was a portrait of someone who was carefully protected by Beigong Zhe.
The woman's expression changed." An Wenxi, you cheap slave. You have no right to mention my sister!”
Sister? She didn't know that Jiang Xiangwan had a younger sister.
Taking advantage of the moment she was stunned, the woman's ruthless whip attacked her like a poisonous snake's tongue. She took the whip with her bare hand and pulled it forward. The woman staggered half a step and almost fell.
Even though she had no internal strength at the moment, she still had the strength of her movement technique.
This woman's whip technique was far inferior to her seven-section whip!
The woman shot a look at her left and right with resentment. Two palace maids with thick waists and strong arms clamped An Wenxi's arms tightly. The woman's lips curled into a sinister smile.
The knuckles of the hand holding the whip were white, showing that he had used up all his strength. With this whip, her skin and flesh would definitely be torn apart. She, An Wenxi, had not fallen to the point where she could be bullied and tortured by anyone!
He kicked away the soil under his feet and hit the woman's hand that was holding the whip. The direction of the whip was tilted, and the end of the whip instantly smashed into the face of the head palace maid who was holding An Wenxi, leaving a bloody whip mark.
"Ah!"
"Ah!" Two screams sounded.
"What are you guys doing?" A bright yellow figure appeared at the door of Qing You Palace.#
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