As for the ninth young master who was angry and embarrassed, Qingyi kindly refused to argue with him. She sighed slightly and said, "No matter what plan you have, you have to deal with these things in the capital before you can go. By the way, is this Zhu family likely a person from the Medicine King Valley?"

"How is this possible?" Rong Jin frowned and said, "The rules in Medicine King Valley are very strict. Most people can't make friends with the royal family. I think Zhu's family not only marry into the royal family but also participates in the fight for the throne, and even murders the queen and prince, have long been thrown to feed poisonous insects."

"But Zhu told me that there are no more than ten people in the world who are better at medical skills than her. Given that she can raise the Nine Yang Soul Dispersing Grass, I think I can believe her."

Rong Jin held his chin and lowered his eyebrows and thought hard, and said curiously: "Didn't you ask her?"

Mu Qingyi sighed and said, "Some things cannot be said no matter what. It is obvious that for Zhu, this matter is." How could she not ask such an important thing? But there was no result. Even if she threatened Murong Yu, Zhu would never speak. Mu Qingyi had to suspect that even if she slashed Murong Yu in front of Zhu, Zhu would rather hold her son and die with her than give her an answer.

Shaking his head, Mu Qingyi said, "Forget it, there is still time. At least there is a clue now." Fortunately, this is not a rush to get poison. At least one year and a half, my cousin shouldn't have any problems. At that time, they should have solved everything in the capital.

Ning Wang Mansion

The housekeeper and a few servants were anxiously surrounded by the bed, watching the imperial physician take the pulse of the people on the bed. When the imperial physician stood up, the housekeeper asked anxiously: "Imperial physician, King Ning... No, how is the Seventh Prince?"

Although Murong An was lying on the bed and did nothing, he was unlucky to be implicated by Zhu and Murong Yu and lost the title of prince, but he was still a prince after all, so the Imperial Hospital naturally had to send people to guard it.

Early this morning, Murong An suddenly showed signs of waking up, and the housekeeper hurriedly asked the imperial physician to come over. But Murong An did not wake up. On the contrary, he began to twitch continuously, and a faint dark green and dead aura was stained on his face, which made everyone's hearts rise.

The imperial physician sighed and shook his head and said, "I am not good at medical skills. I really don't know what's wrong with the Seventh Prince? I'm afraid it's..."

The butler asked quickly, "What are you afraid of?" The imperial physician said, "I'm afraid it's not good. The butler should notify His Majesty and the Sixth Prince as soon as possible... to prepare early." If the imperial physician said this bluntly, Murong An was no longer saved and could start preparing for the funeral.

"How could this......?"

The imperial physician shook his head and stopped talking.

"Seventh brother!" While he was speaking, Murong Yu walked in quickly. Because Murong Yu is now confined to the mansion and cannot go out at will. Therefore, although something was wrong with Murong An since the morning, it was already afternoon when Murong Yu arrived. As for the news brought back by the person sent to the palace to report, Emperor Hua did not express any expression of Murong An's affairs at all, but only let the Imperial Hospital take care of it. Obviously, he had no intention of caring about this son.

"How is the Seventh Brother?" rushed in and looked at Murong An who was still unconscious on the bed. Murong Yu looked a little disappointed. Although this younger brother couldn't do anything, now there is more help for one more person.

The imperial physician said to Murong Yu again, and Murong Yu's heart sank and his face became even colder, "Powerless? You are the imperial physician, tell me that you are powerless? If something happens to my seventh brother, I will take your life!"

The imperial doctor was so bitter that he dared not answer. The seventh prince had already been sentenced to death by almost all the doctors in the Imperial Hospital, but he died early and late. How could he blame him?

As if he could see the meaning of the imperial physician's expression, Murong Yu snorted coldly and walked to Murong An's bedside, looking at Murong An who was lying on the bed with a dark and gray complexion. No matter who he was, he would probably not think that Murong An would have the same appearance.

"I was doing it well before, why did I suddenly do this?" Murong Yu asked.

The housekeeper said with a bitter face: "I don't know, either. As soon as the person who came in to serve the Seventh Prince came in, he saw that the prince was twitching all over and quickly invited the imperial physician." Although the imperial physician used the silver needle to stop his pulling out, he only looked at the muscles on his face that were still twitching from time to time, and knew that such calmness was just an appearance.

Murong Yu narrowed his eyes, and suddenly his eyes were fixed in a place beside the bed that he didn't want to, and asked in a deep voice: "What is that?"

I noticed the tension in Murong Yu's voice, and the imperial physician and the butler looked in the direction Murong Yu looked. Not far from Murong An's bed, there was a half-person-high wooden table with a pot of lush orchids on it. Although the season of flowering has passed, it only suits the green leaves, which makes people feel particularly comfortable to see. This room full of medicinal smells also has a little more vitality.

"This is... the newly moved flowers and plants? What's wrong?" The housekeeper said with some uncertainty. He was not sure when the pot of flowers appeared in the Seventh Prince's room, but it seemed that they had always been here. What did the prince do so nervously? Could it be that the current situation of the Seventh Prince is related to this? Thinking of this, the housekeeper couldn't help but become alert.

The imperial physician walked up and carefully observed the pot of orchid-like leaves. He also came closer to smell it. He shook his head and said, "This... should be some kind of orchid. Although it is rare to have passed the blooming season and the fragrance is still rare, it is not without it. This fragrance should not have any effect on the Seventh Prince." Although there is a faint fragrance that makes people shocked for the intuition, and there is no discomfort at all. Moreover, the smell is actually very light, and the place on the head of the Seventh Prince's bed cannot be smelled.

"Get out!" Murong Yu gritted his teeth.

The imperial physician was stunned and reacted to Murong Yu's ferocious expression, and quickly retreated.

"Prince..." The housekeeper looked at Murong Yu worriedly. Murong Yu quickly stepped forward, waved his hand and swept the flower pot on the wooden table to the ground and immediately shattered.

"Murong Xi!" This pot of words was the one he managed to deliver to Murong Xi's mansion a few years ago. Of course, he did not let Murong Xi know that this pot of words had something to do with him. Murong Xi has always had no doubts and loves it. Unexpectedly, he would see this pot of flowers appearing in Murong An's room now.
Chapter completed!