The Regent's Tender Darling

Grandma Ye, who followed with an umbrella, looked worried and sad, and said: "The princess vomited blood after she came back from the palace, and now she fainted."

This afternoon, the princess received an order from the Queen Mother to enter the palace. The princess was already very weak at the time, but she had to accept the order because it was an order.

In order to enter the palace, several servants dressed up the princess carefully to cover up her illness. Just as they were about to enter the palace, the princess regent arrived.

But the Princess Regent only greeted the princess a few words. Because Princess W was going into the palace, the Princess Regent left before her stool was warm.

Who would have thought that after entering the palace and coming back, the princess would start coughing and then vomit blood!

"Enter the palace?"

"Mother summoned?" King An seemed to realize something, but he was not sure.

Cold voice: "Has the doctor seen it?"

"The old slave sent someone to ask for the imperial doctor in the palace, but he hasn't come back yet." Grandma Ye said.

With Princess Anguo's current status, she couldn't even hire an imperial doctor, so she had to resort to the next best thing: an imperial doctor.

"What did the Queen Mother say to Sister?"

"The Queen Mother just comforted the princess with some words, but she didn't say anything else." Mother Ye knew what King An wanted to ask, and then said: "The princess never drank tea or ate anything from the palace."

Arriving at the back room of the main courtyard, Yan Xuan hurriedly walked to the bed and stopped a foot away from the gauze curtain.

In the gauze curtain filled with hazy smoke, a man with a pale complexion lay quietly, with no trace of blood on his lips.

Aunt Ye, who followed in, couldn't help but have a mist in her eyes. They had already washed the makeup on the princess's face and found that the princess was even paler and weaker than at noon.

They don't know what's going on. Now that there's no doctor to diagnose it, they don't know what to do.

Imperial Physician Wu arrived relatively timely. This was the imperial physician who often came to the princess's residence to diagnose the pulse. Although he could not compare with any medical immortals or sages, he still deserved the title of "excellent medical skills".

"Mr. Wu, you are here! Come and see what happened to the princess." Nanny Ye said and stretched out the princess's wrist from the gauze curtain.

Doctor Wu was also very old, with gray hair. He was out of breath while running all the way. Now he was panting heavily and quickly opened his medicine box.

During the process of diagnosing the pulse, everyone held their breath and focused on the face of the imperial physician. Even a slight frown by the imperial physician could make people in the room feel uneasy.

After diagnosing the pulse, Doctor Wu bowed his hands to King An and said: "Your Majesty, the princess's heart is caused by excessive grief. Although it is not life-threatening, it is still dangerous."

"Now that the princess's body is too weak, I don't dare to use medicine on the princess at will. I can only prescribe some prescriptions to replenish qi. If you want to get better, you have to control your mood more and avoid excessive pain."

Yan Xuan wrote down the imperial doctor's instructions verbatim. While he was worried about his sister, his own heart was also in confusion.

Sister can't let go of Yu Jincheng, and now her body has collapsed due to excessive grief over Yu Jincheng's death, and she can no longer accept any stimulation.

How could he... How could he stimulate Sister A again?

After he returned home in the afternoon, he thought about it a lot, and finally decided to come to my sister early tomorrow morning to discuss it. But my sister was like this, how could he say this?

"Weichen has administered acupuncture to the princess to clear her qi and blood. The princess will wake up in less than half an hour."

"Thank you, Doctor Wu."

After Sister Ye sent the person away, she came back and saw King An still standing there, motionless, as if he was distracted and didn't know what he was thinking.