Chapter 252 The Prince's Contribution
Looking at the bowl of strange bright red medicine on the tray, he swallowed and felt a chill in his heart.
"Miss Qingyi, wasn't it a pill in the past? Why is the medicine a little different today?"
It is bright red and looks like blood, which is creepy to look at.
Qing Yi was calm: "Although this medicine is only one bowl, it is made from 72 kinds of precious and rare medicinal materials that have been boiled for seven days and seven nights."
Liang An opened his mouth wide, looking at the small bowl of medicine in surprise: "You mean you boiled this small bowl for seven days and seven nights?"
Qingyi nodded: "Not bad."
His eyes fell on Ji Yunxie, and he said slowly: "For the sake of the king's health, the prince ordered people to collect a large number of rare medicinal materials, such as the Tianshan Snow Lotus collected from the snow-capped mountains, the thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum collected from the cliffs, and the Blood Ganoderma Lucidum collected from the Deathly Ghost Ridge."
"For the sake of the prince, the prince spent a lot of money and resources, and did not hesitate to offend many people, just to make the prince recover."
Especially for his legs, he stole the Qingyu Xian Gu, a holy medicine for curing the legs, from the second son of Prince Zhennan, causing the second son of Prince Zhennan to commit suicide due to unbearable pain.
Qingyi said this not to blame anyone, but the prince had done so much but had never told Wang Jun. Although she did not want Wang Jun to feel guilty, she felt that Wang Jun should know about this so that he would remember the prince's kindness.
After hearing Qing Yi's words, Ji Yunxie was indeed shocked, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pinched his sleeves.
He really didn't expect that A Yue had done so much for him behind the scenes.
He knew his body well. If he hadn't met A Yue, he would have probably not been able to hold on for long.
A doctor once said that his body would need a large amount of rare medicinal herbs and careful rest before it could recover.
But who would be so stupid as to spend such a huge amount of money to support a useless cripple?
His mother, the queen, wished he would die and abandoned him to fend for himself. She would never spend such a huge price to save a son she disliked.
He once thought that he was tortured by the disease and would die one day.
Struggling in pain, despair and loss all day long, and finally returning to death.
Until I met her.
She was the first person to be nice to him.
Her tenderness, her care, everything about her made him reluctant to let go, and he gradually fell into the happiness trap she gave him. Even if she abandoned him in the future, he would be happy with it and unwilling to let go.
Looking at Ji Yunxie's dazed state, Qingyi narrowed his eyes slightly.
"My Lord, the prince has done a lot for you. I hope that no matter what happens in the future, you will stand firmly by the prince's side and believe in her."
"The prince has recognized you. You are our master. I hope you will not disappoint the prince."
Ji Yunxie came back to his senses from his trance, his eyelids drooped slightly, a dark and complex light flashed in his eyes, and his pale hands tightened slightly, as if he had made some decision.
He raised his head slightly, and his dark black eyes looked directly at Qing Yi: "I will."
Qingyi was slightly startled, as if she felt that something in Ji Yunxie had changed, but she couldn't tell what it was.
He was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Ji Yunxie and said, "Just think it through, Lord Wang."
"Please drink this medicine while it's hot, my Lord. If it gets cold, the medicinal properties will weaken. I have something important to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."
"Ah."
Ji Yunxie nodded.
After Qingyi left, Ji Yun looked at the bowl of medicine on the table and thought evilly.
This is the medicine that A Yue spent a lot of time and effort to make, and it cannot be wasted.
He picked up the medicine and looked at the bright red bowl. Although it was a little hard to swallow, he still put his thin lips close to it.
Ok?
There was no unexpected strange smell, but instead a light fragrance.
Ji Yunxie took a sip carefully, his dark eyes paused slightly, and then he continued drinking.
"Sir, is it bitter?"
Liang An frowned and watched the young master drink the "creepy and bitter" medicine.
(End of this chapter)
