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The prince's mansion was built on the east side of the imperial palace. Over the years, the prince of the East Palace lived in it before he was named emperor.

Although it is the prince's mansion, it is not big, not even as rich as the Zilin Hall in Yanwan Pavilion, and it looks simple and simple.

When the dynasty was established, the Taihuang of the Yan Kingdom specially ordered people to build the prince's mansion so plain and unpretentious, the purpose was to warn the prince who had not succeeded to the throne, that he should live in the small east palace for the people wholeheartedly and not be extravagant.

Along the way, all the maids and eunuchs on the side of the road knelt down and bowed their heads, not daring to look up at the awe-inspiring and cold-faced Her Royal Highness the Princess.

At the gate of the East Palace, the dragon dragon of Emperor Yan was parked, and several guards were guarding the gate firmly.

Yan Wanting went straight in.

In front of the hall stood three or two court officials wearing official uniforms, and several of them stood at the door with sad faces, spinning back and forth.

Yan Wanting is very familiar with these people, they are all loyal followers to the prince's elder brother.

The leader among them was a fair-skinned and handsome young minister, with a slender and tall figure, wearing a dark purple court dress, with a white jade belt around his waist, his heroic sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he looked into the hall worriedly from time to time.

"I have seen Your Highness the Princess." Seeing Yan Wanting enter the palace, the young minister hastily cupped his hands and saluted.

"A Li, what's the matter." Yan Wanting didn't exchange any greetings, her phoenix eyes looked at the young minister with a piercing chill, and she asked questions.

"Princess, I can't tell for a while. Your Majesty is in the bedroom of His Royal Highness. You should go in and take a look." Wang Chaoli first saw Yan Banting's eyes lit up, then lowered his head sadly, and there seemed to be some unspeakable concealment in his words .

Yan Wanting glanced at him coldly, walked into the hall with a flick of his sleeves.

Looking at Yan Wanting's thin and sharp back, the light in Wang Chaoli's eyes flickered on and off. After a long while, he clenched his fists and sighed.

"Cough cough." Pushing open the closed door, Yan Wanting heard the slightly painful and weak coughing sound.

Wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, Emperor Yan was standing in the center of the room, with one hand behind his back, the other hand stroking his beard and frowning, looking at the bed surrounded by several people with concern.

Beside him, stood a beautiful woman in a gorgeous palace gown and hair tied with golden hairpins.

The woman's face was pale and her brows were tightly frowned, with tears in her eyes, she was also staring closely at the side of the bed.

In addition to the two of them, there were two other people in the room, the two who were surrounding the bed.

Yan Wanting recognized the two at a glance, they were two old imperial physicians from the imperial hospital, and the one with silver hair wearing the official uniform of the imperial physician was the head of the imperial hospital.

With their backs to the door, the two were talking softly.

Yan Wanting's heart sank when he saw the two of them.

"Father, sister-in-law, what happened to the prince's brother?" Yan Wanting stepped forward and asked.

"Wanting, your elder brother was stabbed." Emperor Yan looked at Yan Wanting with bitter anger in his eyes, and the coercion all over his body seemed to be overwhelming.

"Stabbed, the prince's elder brother was stabbed, and the injury is serious." Yan Wanting asked in surprise, his tone seemed a little unbelievable.

"Your Majesty, fortunately, His Royal Highness is wearing silkworm clothes. There are only some bruises on his chest, but he was scratched by a sword on his arm. I don't know what kind of poison was fed on the sword. It's just a small wound that made the flesh fester. The old minister fed His Highness Knowing about the poison pills has slowed down the ulceration of the wound, His Highness has just passed out now, and there is no danger of his life."

The head of the old courtyard wiped the sweat from his brow, and hurriedly complained when he turned around.

Emperor Yan let out a sigh of relief, and relaxed a little, but his brows were still tightly frowned.

"What about the poison, the poison can be cured."

"This poison is a bit weird. The old minister has never seen such a weird poison for many years. It looks like a poison that corrodes the flesh, but it also looks like the witchcraft of Miaojiang. Although His Royal Highness is not in danger of life now, but this The poisonous veteran has no antidote, and now the veteran can only slow down the spread of the poison."

The snow-white beard on the chin of the head of the old courtyard trembled, and there was a hint of fear and guilt on his face.

"Cough cough." There were two more painful coughs from the bed. The princess trembled when she heard the sound. Finally rustling fell.

"A poison that even Aiqing can't cure." Yan Huang's complexion darkened, his body swayed, and he looked at the head of the old courtyard in disbelief.

"Father Emperor." Yan Wanting hurried forward to support Yan Huang.

"According to the old man, the poison is slowing down now, but there is no way to detoxify it. So how, and when will we find a way to detoxify it." Yan Wanting asked in a deep voice.

"Although the veteran has no detoxification method for the time being, he can still take medicine to protect His Royal Highness, but it's better to get rid of the poison as soon as possible. The veteran suspects that this is Miao Jiang's witchcraft, and the young lady has always been obsessed with Miaojiang's witchcraft. The lewdness is quite deep, if you say goodbye to the girl again, the old minister is [-]% sure that he will be able to detoxify."

The head of the old hospital meant to save the prince's life, but the poison would not be cured for a while, and he needed the help of a woman named Leci, and he was sure to be able to detoxify.

Yan Wanting knew the ability of the old head of the hospital, he said that if he could save the prince's life, then the prince would never have any accidents, but the poison was still in the prince's body, as long as senior Ci was there, the prince would be safe .

Now, it is time to find Senior Ci.

"Miss Liaci only left the palace half a month ago, Banting, isn't Feng You the girl's apprentice, she must know where Miss Ci is, you go and call her, let her go out of the palace to find Miss Ci, Tomorrow, no, today I will send Miss Ci to me and invite you back to the palace to detoxify the prince."

Emperor Yan held Yan Wanting's hand.

Even the emperor who is looked up to by thousands of people, the lord of the Yan Kingdom, Yan Huang is just an ordinary father who is worried about his son, with a bit of sadness in his eyes, tightly holding his daughter's hand, and telling her.

"Father, don't worry, my son will go and ask Feng You to find Senior Ci." Yan Banting nodded, and gently held Yan Huang's hand back as if comforting.

A few people away, Yan Wanting looked back at the bed.

The handsome man was lying quietly on the bed, his complexion was pale and painful, even in a faint, his brows were tightly frowned, and cold sweat kept falling from his forehead.

Li Fengyou was standing with several of the prince's followers, looking at the palace with a worried expression.

The East Palace is now tightly guarded, and the people outside don't even know about the injury of His Highness the Crown Prince, and the news was blocked by Emperor Yan's order.

The prince of a country was assassinated at the post station closest to the capital, and even got his hands. Such absurd things must not be spread to the outside world.

The news that was released was that His Royal Highness was overworked and went back to the East Palace to rest.

Li Fengyou got Yan Wanting's will, and rushed out of the palace without stopping, holding the waist card.

Yan Wanting stood in front of the hall, his cold eyes fell on Wang Chaoli.

"Ah Li, elder brother of the crown prince is surrounded by the most elite imperial guards sent by the royal father to protect him, but you actually let this happen, you have something to say."

Yan Wanting's voice was as cold as ice, piercingly cold, making people shiver and fear.

"His Royal Highness, it was due to my negligence. Those who assassinated His Royal Highness were a few children. I relaxed my vigilance and let them succeed. I deserve to die for this crime. Please forgive me, Your Highness." The young and handsome courtier bowed his head and knelt down. In front of Yan Wanting, he slammed his head heavily on the hard stone slab.