Distressed Young Woman Transmigrates: Wangfei Who Defies the Imperial Edict Chapter 277: Injury (1)

The state capital of Luzhou.

The whole house, especially the imperial physicians and servants who were waiting, were in a state of anxiety all day long.

The magistrate of Luzhou deeply felt that he had encountered great bad luck this time. If the princess died in his house, he did not know how many lives would be buried with him.

Actually, the emperor did not threaten the imperial physicians to behead him if they could not save the princess. When he went to see the emperor, he found him leaning on the chair with a pale face and sickly. His expression was calm and unwavering, but when he glanced over, the prefect of Luzhou felt that his gaze was as terrifying as hell, like a cold and ruthless water dragon eating people in a deep pool.

The calmer you are, the more dangerous you are. Killing someone calmly is more frightening than killing someone in a rage.

The magistrate only hoped that Lord Lianzhe, who was in Anshun for disaster relief, would hurry up and save the princess. Otherwise their lives are on the line.

The two maids carrying the soup carefully pushed open the window grille and wooden door, and moved lightly so as not to disturb the couple in the room.

They walked into the warm and comfortable inner room, and saw a pale young girl sleeping on the soft bed under the white curtain from a distance, and a handsome man beside the bed who had never changed his posture.

They walked in, but they didn't seem to be able to attract the man's attention. He kept staring at the woman on the bed, as if turning into a stone sculpture.

They had no choice but to walk in front of him and whisper: "My lord, it's time for the princess to drink the medicine."

Yan Chi slowly turned his head, his deep voice was as desolate as a guqin.

"Let me do it."

The two little maids secretly glanced at him, put down the medicine and closed the door to go out.

The little girl in green clothes said enviously: "That King Beiqi is really good-looking, the most rare thing is that he has a deep love for the princess. I saw him holding the princess's hand yesterday and weeping. If the woman is crying, he must love her very much."

The little maid in red said: "I think the emperor is better, he is the ninth five, what a noble person. He has to deal with political affairs during the day, and stays by the princess's side every night, whispering the princess' boudoir name, That tone was really gentle and watery, and it was filled with great pain, which made people cry."

The two whispered together.

"Could it be that the palace rumor is true, saying that the emperor likes the princess?"

"Looking at the sad look on the emperor's face, you can tell that it's almost inseparable, not to mention that the princess almost became his concubine before."