The scheming empress starts by conquering men

She was covered in wounds, her skin and flesh frozen to her tattered clothes.

"Your Highness!"

Zhong Moyao stood beside and called out to her with concern, and Shaodian Sishui shook his head in a daze.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Zhong Moyao sniffed, stood by, and watched the secret guard put her on the bed.

"Sigh~"

Shaodian Sishui cried out in pain.

"lighter!"

Zhong Moyao clenched his fists and wanted to go forward to check.

The secret guard turned Her Highness' body sideways and did not let her lie down or crouch down.

Zhong Moyao was a little surprised. Why was this?

Through the light, Zhong Moyao looked carefully and saw that the collar of His Highness's chest seemed to be darker than other parts.

He came forward and opened the prince's clothes.

But he found a glaring bloody knife wound on the tip of her chest.

"Ok!"

Shaodian Si Shui frowned in pain and grabbed Zhong Moyao's hand in a daze.

Zhong Moyao's hands were trembling, and he kept breathing in and out, trying not to let himself cry.

But for some reason, he felt wronged and distressed, and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Princess, the court doctor is here."

Yan Le came with a witch doctor.

Zhong Moyao sniffed and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

"Hurry up and ask the witch doctor to come and treat His Highness." He glanced at the secret guard and said, "Come with me."

He strode out.

The secret guard glanced at His Highness, then lowered his head and walked out obediently.

Coming to the outer room, Zhong Moyao asked the secret guard with a gloomy expression on his face. His voice was cold and he exuded a cold aura.

"What happened in the palace? Why is there a knife wound on His Highness' chest?"

The secret guard hesitated for a long while before speaking, "Replying to the princess' husband, Shao Jincong was poisoned by the love poison planted by the second princess. Shao Jincong is concerned about the Sixth Prince, and if he wants to cure the love poison, he needs the blood of the Prince."

Zhong Moyao instantly understood the cause and effect of the incident. His face turned gloomy and his eyes became fierce.

"So the wound on your chest was caused by Shao Jincong?"

The secret guard remained silent and did not respond, but that was tantamount to his consent.

Zhong Moyao closed his eyes, and asked again with a grudge, "Then why did His Majesty order Your Highness to marry Shao Jincong?"

"It was Shao Jincong. He used the Shao Order and the secret letter to force His Majesty to marry His Highness. His Highness disobeyed the order and went to marry him. The one on his back is..."

Zhong Moyao raised his hand to stop him from speaking further, with a surge of anger in his chest.

"Where's Shao Jincong?"

"Shao Jincong has been arranged by His Majesty and is on his way to the palace."

"Well, I understand. You stay here and take good care of His Highness."

The secret guard frowned and said, "Princess, His Majesty requires that you and Shao Jincong get married today. Your Highness cannot disobey the order."

"Your Highness is seriously injured, how can he get married?" Zhong Moyao's face turned cold and his tone was a little unfriendly. "Go and ask someone to bring a chicken from the kitchen. Since Shao Jincong is so shameless and insists on getting married, then get married with the chicken."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xi came running over from outside.

"My Lord, my Lord, His Majesty has sent someone to bring Shao Jincong here!"

Zhong Moyao glared at Yan Xi with a dark face.

"Just send it, why are you in such a hurry?"

He looked ahead and ordered the secret guards, "Stay here. No one is allowed to approach Qingzhu Garden, let alone approach His Highness, without my order."

"Here."

Zhong Moyao straightened his clothes and walked outside with Yan Xi.

After he left, Jia Yi quickly entered the house and called out Yan Le.

"The princess' husband has taken Yan Xi to the front yard. You should follow him. Don't let the princess' husband suffer any harm. I'll be watching over His Highness, so don't worry."

Yan Le nodded; "Okay, Jiayi, you must take good care of His Highness."

"rest assured."

Yan Le left quickly and went to the front hall.

A looked around and then entered the house.

Inside the house, when Jia Yi entered, the unconscious Shaodian Si Shui had slowly woken up.

She lay on the bed and let the court doctor clean the rotten skin on her back.

Even though she was in pain, there was no extra expression on her face, and she just asked Jiayi.

"Have you arranged all the people you were asked to arrange?"

"Your Highness, the arrangements have been made. Those people have already been replaced by our own people. There are no outsiders in the mansion except those new slaves." Jia Yi paused and asked in confusion, "Since Your Highness chose to replace his own people, why did he leave those new slaves alone?"

Shaodian Sishui turned around and gave him a stare.

"Those people cannot be moved for the time being. Keeping them will be useful. Find some time to tell the housekeeper and ask her to find a way to transfer those slaves to serve me."

Jiayi didn't understand, but could only nod.

"Well, I will certainly inform the butler."

After the wound was cleaned, footsteps were heard outside the hospital.

Shaodian Sishui narrowed his eyes and looked outside. Jiayi reacted quickly and retreated.

Shaodian Sishui continued to lie weakly on the bed.

As Jiayi walked to the door, he saw several figures walking around the corner at the other end of the corridor, among whom was the guard beside His Majesty.

Beside him were Yan Le, the housekeeper of the mansion, four palace guards, and two witch doctors brought from the palace.

"Greetings, Lord Supervisor." Jia Yi was the first to bow.

"Ah."

The eunuch responded indifferently, his face covered with red and swollen hand marks, and he looked into the room with anxious eyes.

"I am here on the orders of His Majesty to invite Your Highness to marry Master Shao. I wonder why Your Highness did not go to the front hall?"

"Reporting to the warden, Her Highness is still unconscious."

"That's perfect. I brought a witch doctor with me." The attendant nodded slightly behind him. "Thank you, my lords. Please go in and treat the Sixth Prince. The Sixth Prince is still waiting to get married. You must not let His Majesty down."

"Well, I will do my best."

The two witch doctors took the order and quickly entered the house.

Shaodian Si Shui was lying weakly on the bed. The witch doctor came in and felt her pulse first, then opened her eyes and her mouth to look at her tongue coating.

After all the operations, the two witch doctors looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.

The two men walked out and bowed to the guard.

"Master Supervisor, His Highness has injured his heart meridian, knelt in the snow for a long time, and was whipped on the back. This disease..."

Before one of the witch doctors finished speaking, another witch doctor immediately followed up.

"Your Highness has suffered from a cold evil that has entered his body, damaging his lungs and heart. If you want to cure your Highness's injuries, you can only seek help from a great witch. We are powerless."

"Are you telling us that His Highness cannot be cured today?" the eunuch asked indifferently.

The two witch doctors sighed, bowed and said, "Your old servants are incompetent."

"Okay, I don't blame you." The guard had a hateful look on his face, but he sighed, "Alas, this Sixth Prince, he really makes me worry so much."

He glanced proudly at the people from the Sixth Princess's Mansion and said soothingly, "Don't worry, I will report to His Majesty and try my best to persuade the Great Witch to come and treat him."

"Of course, the Great Sorcerer cannot be called upon just because His Majesty wants to. It depends on whether the Great Sorcerer is willing to do so."

After saying this, the attendant turned around and walked out.

She had to go back and report to His Majesty that the Sixth Princess's injuries were not fake, but real.

After everyone left, Shaodian Sishui in the room opened her eyes, lay on the bed, and yawned sleepily.

Outside the door, Jia Yi looked at the guard's departing back, thinking about the wound on her face, and asked Yan Xi beside him suspiciously.

"What's with that wound on her face?"

Yan Xi chuckled and said proudly, "Of course it was my servant who did it."