Lu Jiaqing chased him out the door.

"Hey! Miss Princess, if you need anything, come to me as soon as possible!"

Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer left the yard very quickly.

When Guihuang saw the big wolf demon walking away, he clapped his hands on his heart: "It was so dangerous! I was so scared that my tail almost popped out."

Because Wei Cang drank too much, Ye Siming helped the servant and helped him to rest.

Then the two people spoke to the steward of the Wei Mansion and took a carriage to the Dali Temple Prison where Liang Yushi was once imprisoned.

Unexpectedly, this time, neither of them even entered the door.

The guards of Dali Temple Prison blocked Gu Nuoer's way with two silver guns.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty and Princess, we cannot let you go without His Highness the Crown Prince's handwriting!"

Gu Nuoer frowned slightly: "Even I can't get in?"

The guard clasped his fists: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, the prisoners in the prison are all very important, so we can't let you in."

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Ye Siming loosened his sleeves and said unruly: "What are you talking about with them?"

Gu Nuoer held Ye Siming's hand.

She pulled him around and returned to the carriage.

Ye Siming was puzzled: "Why don't you let me take action? I can promise not to kill them."

Gu Nuoer shook his head: "If we are in Daqi, it doesn't matter if we do this."

"But now Yunlinzhou has the power in Xilizhong, and Emperor Ling is ill. I'm afraid that if we take action, Yunlinzhou will take the opportunity to make things difficult."

After all, Emperor Ling is not like her father Gu Yihan.

Gu Yihan was not afraid of being known as a tyrant. He would kill any ministers he disliked.

But now, up and down Xili, more than half of the country is held by Yunlinzhou.

Ye Siming looked at the entrance hall of Dali Temple with cold eyebrows.

"Dali Temple is colluding with the Ministry of Punishment, and the Ministry of Punishment is in Yunlinzhou's hands. They don't let us in. It must be Yunlinzhou's special order."

Gu Nuoer was noncommittal.

She thought for a while: "We'd better go back to the palace first. I'll go check on Emperor Ling's physical condition before making the next step."

Wait until the two of them return to the palace.

Ye Siming sent Gu Nuoer outside Fengtian Hall.

The eunuch guarding the door helped to pass the news, and after a while, Gu Nuoer was ushered into the palace.

"Ahem——"

As soon as she entered, she heard Ling Tianyin coughing violently.

It seemed to get worse overnight.

Walking around the screen in the front hall, Gu Nuoer saw Ling Tianyin wearing a dragon robe and looking a little pale, but he was still holding himself up while reviewing the memorial.

Seeing Gu Nuoer coming, Ling Tianyin immediately put down his pen and showed a happy smile.

"Little girl Nuo'er, you came just in time. I have two plates of sweet grape cakes here, which are not available in Daqi. You must try them."

Gu Nuoer stood in front of the royal table, looking at the memorials piled up into a hill.

"Emperor Ling, you are so ill, why do you still have to deal with government affairs? It will not be too late to do it again after you have rested."

Ling Tianyin waved his hand: "Although the prince helps me take care of everything now, there are some important things that I still have to take care of."

Gu Nuoer stepped forward and gently pinched his wrist.

Ling Tianyin laughed heartily: "Nuo'er can you still feel your pulse?"

Gu Nuoer's eyes were dark and moist: "I know a little bit. Depending on your illness, it shouldn't be a problem."

Ling Tianyin still wanted to speak, but Gu Nuoer immediately said: "Shh! Let me feel your pulse."

So, the Nine-Five Master immediately shut his mouth obediently, like a child waiting for the result.

Gu Nuo'er felt Ling Tianyin's pulse, and deep in her black eyes, waves gradually appeared.

Overwork leads to illness and physical and mental exhaustion.
Chapter completed!