Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Xiao Di smiled maliciously with the corner of her mouth tilted wildly: "Cousin, why should you be so nervous? Look at your ideal husband, his eyes have never left Yang San!"

Yang Rong looked at Yang San, who was wearing a hat, with hatred, and whispered, "Cousin, can you find a way to remove her hat?"

Xiao Di smiled and said, "No, I can't do anything bad in front of the emperor. The eunuch Lin beside the emperor is very skilled in martial arts. Even Concubine Xiao is upset. How can I, the second son of the Prince of Ruyang, displease the emperor again!"

Yang Rong pursed her lips in dismay: "I always feel that this Yang San is very similar to that bitch Yang Susu!"

Yang Rongyan, who was standing beside him, coughed softly: "Sister, Cousin Xiao, you'd better stay away. The Fourth Prince hasn't looked over here, but my aunt is sitting in the front!"

I saw Prime Minister Zhou’s eldest daughter-in-law, Liu, wearing a dark green brocade dress, her hair was adorned with emerald green beads, her skin was fair, and she looked very noble!

Sitting next to Liu was a young woman in rose-red clothes. She was Liu's eldest daughter and Prime Minister Zhou's granddaughter, Zhou Mianmian. She had average facial features and a black mole under the corner of her mouth. She had an ordinary look, but was also good-looking!

At this moment, Zhou Mianmian was also looking at the woman in the field. She looked ordinary, but her voice was very nice: "Mother, look, the emperor's face has turned black and he is silent. This Miss Yang San is dead!"

Liu shook her head: "Mian'er, although the emperor protects his own shortcomings, he is not a tyrant. Miss Yang San is an excellent doctor, the emperor will not kill her!"

"Didn't you hear what Third Miss Yang said, that we can just wait until the eldest princess gives birth and then release the poisonous blood? Why do you bully a girl when there is nothing wrong?"

A couple's voice rang out, and the young master of the Marquisate, Hua Shengsheng, continued fearlessly: "If I can't cure the princess, she will die. She is a girl, isolated and helpless, she won't joke with her life, you two are bullying her, it's too rude!"

Bo Changhou, who was standing next to him, raised his hand and slapped his son, who usually only knew how to stir up trouble and never used his brain, on the head: "Asshole, shut up!"

Then he looked at Emperor Wen Zhao apologetically and said, "Your Majesty, my son has had a high fever recently. Maybe his brain is damaged. Please don't blame me, Your Majesty!"

Hua Shengsheng pouted in dissatisfaction. He was fine and full of energy. How could his brain be burned out?

Zhuang Biyao had a helpless expression: "Hua Shengsheng, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Master Zhuang beside him stroked his white beard and said, "Yao'er, don't talk nonsense after drinking!"

Zhuang Biyao: “???”

She didn't drink!

Seeing that Emperor Wen Zhao was silent and gloomy, Yang Susu calmed down and continued, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the poison has reached your feet, and it can't be dispersed without my silver needles! Draining poisonous blood will damage your body, and childbirth is already blood-consuming. If poisonous blood is drained and the princess's vitality is damaged, giving birth will be even more dangerous!"

The Queen smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Yang San!"

Emperor Wen Zhao also nodded: "Everyone is also concerned about the eldest princess, you don't have to take it to heart!"

Yang Susu's lips curled up and she sneered silently. She had to finish talking about the Thousand Days Powder quickly before she could get to the main topic of today. After all, she had been planning this for so long!

Yang Susu: "Your Majesty, please send someone to take out the plate of silver needles and the princess's clothes on the table in the room!"