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When Jiuqing walked out of the Priest's Hall, her face was pale and there was no trace of blood. The sun was shining brightly outside, and it was warm on her body. However, when she stepped down from the palace steps, her eyes suddenly became dark and her body fell softly to the ground.

"Your Highness!" Zi Mo was shocked and hurriedly flew forward.

However, a white shadow flashed in front of you faster, and at the critical moment, he steadily caught Jiuqing's fallen body, "Qing'er!"

Zi Mo was so scared that his face turned pale, "King Yu, how is Your Highness?"

"Go back to the palace and call me the Imperial Doctor." King Yu picked up Jiuqing and hurriedly got on her carriage, put one hand on her back, continuously pouring true energy into her body, "Invite King Chen too."

Zi Mo quickly sent someone to invite King Chen.

Sweat was oozing on King Yu's forehead. His internal strength was not as deep as before due to the influence of cold poison. Now that he only lost a little true qi to Jiuqing, he felt a little struggling. Jiuqing's vitality was severely damaged, and it was not effective with just a little true qi.

After finally insisting on returning to Fenghuan Palace, King Chen, who received the news, rushed over first than the imperial physician. King Yu put Jiuqing on the bed and helped her sit. King Chen, pressed against Jiuqing's back and gave her true energy.

Zi Mo was anxious around.

They all knew in their hearts that the role of true qi for Jiuqing was limited, but there was no way at the moment. They could only continue to inject true qi into her so that she could recover some of her spiritual energy.

When the imperial physician rushed over, Jiuqing finally opened his eyes slowly, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. In a moment, he coughed lowly and his mind began to truly wake up.

"Qing'er." King Yu's eyebrows frowned, his face was so pale, "How are you?"

Jiuqing turned his head and looked at him, and by the way he saw King Chen who slowly retracted his palm. He closed his eyes and suppressed the discomfort of the qi and blood flowing in his meridians. After a long time, a hoarse voice slowly overflowed: "No obstacle."

Zi Mo quickly stepped forward and helped her lie down, "Your Highness, the imperial physician is here, let the imperial physician take your pulse."

"No need to take the pulse." Although Jiuqing's voice was a little weak, his tone was calm. "Just prescribe some medicine to replenish blood and qi."

"Your Highness?" Zi Mo frowned immediately, "You are seriously injured..."

"Do as you do." Jiuqing closed his eyes and said tiredly, "My body is clear, so it's the same for taking the pulse. Go and prescribe medicine."

Zi Mo had no choice but to respond, turned to the imperial physician, "Prepare medicine for Your Highness."

Poor that seven or eight imperial physicians came to the Imperial Hospital, but in the end they were useless. They could only do as Jiuqing said and prescribed medicine obediently.

Han Yu said: "There are a lot of holy medicines in the Imperial Hospital..."

"Fourth brother, those medicines are useless to me." Jiuqing smiled faintly and interrupted him, "Only I know my own physical condition. No matter how good the medicine is, it will be a waste to use it on me."

"Your Highness should take care of your body." King Chen frowned, his tone was indifferent but obvious reproach. "There are four months left to be the throne ceremony for His Highness. Even if His Highness is for the Southern Tribe, he should not torment his body like this."

"Brother, I'm rarely willful." Jiuqing raised his eyes and smiled faintly, "Just turn a blind eye."

When King Chen heard this, his brows suddenly frowned deeply.

Because of the scene just now, there was still a clear panic in Han Yu's eyes, "Qing'er, what did you do in the Priests' Hall just now?"

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