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Ye surname? Prince?
It turns out to be Ye Muyan, the only foreign prince of the Chuanlan Kingdom.
The next day, Yi Lanxi's eager gaze mixed with Ye Muyan's cold aura approached, and Ying Luo had no choice but to brace herself and take out the pulse pillow, calming her mind to check Ye Muyan's pulse.
Why did the pulse, which should have improved, suddenly take a sharp turn for the worse?
Ying Luo couldn't help but glance at the two people in front of her, wondering where things had gone wrong!
"Lian'er, you should go rest for a while," Ye Muyan said, sweeping a glance at Ying Luo before looking at Yi Lanxi. His cool voice, devoid of any tender affection, momentarily stunned Yi Lanxi. However, she gracefully greeted Ying Luo and quietly exited the room.
"Has this King's condition relapsed?" Ye Muyan retracted his right hand and walked to the window to gaze at the continuous snowfall outside.
Ying Luo's heart trembled; she felt that his words carried more chill than the ice and snow outside. She respectfully replied, "The poison that the prince is afflicted with is indeed difficult; please forgive this humble girl for her incompetence."
"Hmph."
Ye Muyan chuckled lightly as he turned back, his hawk-like eyes scanning the delicate woman with her head slightly bowed. "Even the Divine Doctor Ying Luo, who can turn things around, has moments of incompetence?"
Indeed! She was brought here not by accident!
Before him stood the one known as Jade-faced Yama, Ye Muyan, who had likely already devised a scheme.
Unbeknownst to himself, he had fallen into his trap, and it seemed difficult to escape before Ye Muyan achieved his goal.
Since the situation had come to this, Ying Luo's eyes flickered as she suddenly met Ye Muyan's captivating gaze. Her lips parted slightly, yet her words were firm: "If the prince wishes to ensure his safety, he must speak the truth now."
Ye Muyan's dark eyes brightened unexpectedly; he did not anticipate that the seemingly weak Ying Luo possessed such courage.
A smirk appeared on his thin lips as he tapped the table with his fingers and recounted the events of his poisoning.
Not long ago, Ye Muyan was dispatched on a mission to Tao'an Kingdom. Upon returning, he unexpectedly fell ill.
Having practiced martial arts since childhood, he had always been healthy and never bedridden by illness.
Days later, he realized he had been poisoned and could only forcefully suppress it with his internal energy, but it was already too late.
Who could be behind this? Ye Muyan pondered for a long time, and many suspicions pointed towards one person: Chuangun Monarch, Zhuang Xuan.
As an outsider sharing his secrets, he must have already crossed Zhuang Xuan's forbidden line.
Over the years, countless spies had been placed around him by Zhuang Xuan, and now...
"You deliberately spread rumors to draw out the poisoner, making everyone believe that I stealthily poisoned you. Then you would use your unique acupuncture technique to treat yourself, surely with ulterior motives."
Ying Luo spoke directly, and the previously scattered branches of thought were finally organized, leading her to a sudden realization.
"Indeed."
Ye Muyan, whose scheme had been exposed, showed no signs of embarrassment; instead, a hint of appreciation appeared on his cold face.
Ying Luo averted her gaze and casually pinched a pinch of fine ash from the incense burner.
At this moment, she not only had to do her utmost to detoxify him to avoid being blamed for inadequate treatment, but she also had to be used by him to draw out that spy.
And at this critical juncture, Ye Muyan could only rely on her.
In this situation, they truly became people in the same boat; they would rise or fall together.
After a while, Ying Luo brushed off the ashes and looked back at Ye Muyan, her voice cold and unyielding as she said, "Your Highness truly has a clever scheme, but these underhanded methods ultimately fall short."
A flash of anger crossed his brow, but suddenly, Ye Muyan broke into a smile, as if recalling a particularly joyful memory: "I, Ye Muyan, have struggled for many years and have committed countless acts of violence to achieve my current position. Which of my accomplishments was not achieved through underhanded means?"
Ying Luo's heart trembled as she gazed into Ye Muyan's bloodshot eyes filled with madness, feeling an indescribable bitterness and heaviness swell within her chest.
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