"Call the imperial doctor to take King Nanqi and the assassin into custody." A cold voice sounded, and Emperor Xuan Zhao disappeared into the night holding Fu Ronghua in his arms.

The imperial doctor hurried in, checked his pulse and breathed a sigh of relief, "Master, nothing happened, he was just frightened."

The wound on her neck had been bandaged. At this time, Emperor Xuan Zhao held her wrist and waved the doctor to leave.

Emperor Xuan Zhao looked at her in a coma, with a pale face and light lips. He tightened his hands and said, "Take good care of your master, I will come back later."

Ruixue lowered her head, "I understand, I will send you your Majesty's greetings."

When Emperor Xuan Zhao disappeared, Ruixue wiped her tears and spoke with choked sobs, "Almost, almost, Master."

"It's all a slave's fault," Qinghe cried until her eyes were swollen.

Li Xun stood aside with a serious look on his face, while Zi You brought the decoction and said, "The master hasn't woken up yet."

Ruixue held back her tears and nodded, "I haven't woken up yet. The doctor said it will be soon."

Fu Ronghua seemed to have had a big dream, and there seemed to be a scene in the dream. Someone asked, "Xuanji, if you leave the palace, then your beauty may not be preserved."

The voice in the dream was as cold and ruthless as ever, "I never have any weaknesses, and neither does she."

She woke up from her dream and looked at the elegant bed curtains in front of her. Ruixue's surprised voice sounded in her ears, "Master, you're awake."

Fu Ronghua turned his head and smiled, "I'm fine," her voice was a little hoarse. Fu Ronghua touched his neck and felt the wrapped strip of cloth, and instantly understood something.

"Master," Ruixue's voice was filled with tears.

When Fu Ronghua saw this, he said, "Why are you crying? It's just a broken skin."

Ruixue shook her head, "It's my fault that I didn't protect my master, even though I'm so close to you."

Fu Ronghua smiled slightly and said, "It has nothing to do with you, help me up."

Ruixue quickly wiped away her tears and helped Fu Ronghua up, "Master."

Qinghe came over with a medicine bowl and said, "Master, take the medicine first."

Fu Ronghua saw that all of them looked depressed and had red and swollen eyes, so he patiently comforted them, "It's just a little bit of skin damage. If you don't know, you would think how serious my injury is."

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"Xuan Yong, I can tolerate you in anything, but I can't tolerate this. She hurt Ronghua, and I can't let her go." His eyes were indifferent.

Xuan Yong knelt on the ground, "Brother Emperor, I beg you this time, just this time, let her go, and I will personally apologize to Zhao Shurong. Brother Emperor, I have such a sweetheart."

Emperor Xuan Zhao looked at him, gritted his teeth and said, "I am the only one."

Xuan Yong looked at Emperor Xuan Zhao's hand with bulging veins, and instantly understood something. He collapsed on the ground, "Brother Emperor," he said with a blank expression.

Emperor Xuan Zhao turned his back and said, "Xuan Yong, a woman who betrayed you deserves this."

Xuan Yong's body trembled, "Brother Huang knows."

Emperor Xuan Zhao sneered, "Is there anything I don't know?"

Xuan Yong smiled bitterly, "What should I do? I fell into her hands." He covered his face in pain, feeling helpless.

Emperor Xuanzhao turned his back to him, showing a hint of coldness, "I don't have to kill her, but her martial arts must be abolished. If you take her back, I will send someone to watch her, and she will never leave the gate of Nanqi Prince's Mansion." He looked cold.

, but the voice is gentle.

Xuan Yong raised his head and said, "Thank you, brother, for your mercy."
Chapter completed!