"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

When Xiao Die and Xiao Zhizi saw Nangong Ao, they immediately knelt down to say hello. When Ye Wange heard the slave's call to say hello, she immediately raised her head and put her hands on the bed to get up, "Your Highness."

Seeing Ye Wange's weak appearance, Nangong Ao said, "Lie down!"

"Thank you, Your Highness, Prince." Ye Wange lay back on the bed.

Nangong Ao sat down beside the bed and naturally stretched out his hand to hold her weak little hand. He looked at Ye Wange with a pair of dark eyes. Seeing that her face was pale and her eyes were dull and she didn't look like she was pretending to be sick, he asked

She said, "Concubine Wan, are you feeling better from the fever?"

"Go back to Your Highness, it's much better!" Ye Wange said and coughed lightly.

While speaking, Ye Wange raised her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes gently opened like a fan, her dull eyes were half-squinted, her blurred eyes looked shyly at Nangong Ao, and the small hand held by him

I moved and wanted to take it out.

Nangong Ao looked at her shy look and held her hand tighter. He held her hand with both hands and asked, "We haven't seen you for a few days. You are getting thinner. I see that your cough is no better than the past few days."

How many?

"Little noble son, go to the Imperial Hospital and bring Song Qisheng to me, and tell him that your highness will give him five days. If Concubine Wan's fever cannot be cured, my highness will kill her." Nangong Ao said to Ye Wange's gentle tone just now.

Then he became ruthless when he gave orders to your father-in-law.

Ye Wange tensed up after hearing this, and watched Nangong Ao lose his mind for a moment. She wondered if Nangong Ao had given the imperial doctor a fatal order to cure her illness, so he realized that she was pretending to be ill.

"Don't worry, Concubine Wan, my highness will definitely cure your fever." Nangong Ao turned to Ye Wange with kind eyes and said.

"Thank you, Prince." Ye Wange thanked him softly and lay on the bed feeling uneasy.

Nangong Ao ordered the imperial physician to cure her illness within five days. If he failed to cure her illness within five days, the imperial physician would be beheaded.

Thinking that she only had five days to find another way, Ye Wange began to worry whether the prince was so eager to cure her illness because he cared about her or had something hidden.

Nangong Ao looked at the absent-minded Ye Wange with his sharp eyes. Seeing her distracted look, he guessed Ye Wange's thoughts. She had been cold and indifferent to him since he entered the palace, neither catering to nor paying attention to him.

Just like when he arrived just now, she didn't even greet him. Even though she was feeling unwell, she tried to pretend to be happy about his arrival. She didn't do this. If it were anyone else, she would have catered to his preferences politely.

Take the gentle Crown Princess Cao Yan as an example. As long as he hears the eunuch calling him to go, no matter how unwell she is, she will wash up well to welcome him, ask the slaves to prepare his favorite tea, and even greet him in the room.

He looked at him longingly when he left, but Ye Wange didn't.

He didn't quite believe that Ye Wange couldn't do this without being in love with him. He didn't have any love with the Crown Princess either, but the Crown Princess did a good job. Although she wasn't as passionate as Concubine Hui, she still managed to be relaxed and restrained.

, which made him want to neglect the Crown Princess, but he was embarrassed to do so.

In short, Ye Wange's neglect of him for several days after entering the palace made him feel uncomfortable. The Crown Princess and Concubine Hui tried their best to please him, as did the slaves he had favored, especially if Concubine Hui felt a little unwell.

The eunuch must be asked to report this to him to elicit some concern and tenderness from him.

"I am here to see Your Highness the Crown Prince." Song Qisheng received the message from your father-in-law and did not dare to delay for a moment. He immediately followed your father-in-law and cried non-stop.

"Get up!" Nangong Ao let go of Ye Wange's hand, stood up and walked aside.

"Let Concubine Wan have a look, she just has a fever, and the decoction she drank for so long doesn't help her." Nangong Ao said sullenly, frowning.

Song Qisheng heard the prince's sullen tone and immediately replied, "I'll wait for you to check Concubine Wan's pulse."

After hearing this, Nangong Ao's eyes moved from Song Qisheng to Ye Wange, and a pair of sharp eyes roamed back and forth on Ye Wange.

"Well, be careful. If you don't get it right, His Highness may want your head." Nangong Ao said in a solemn voice as he looked at the person on the bed.

"Yes." Song Qisheng replied, his eyes secretly glancing at the person on the hospital bed.

Ye Wange slept calmly on the bed, completely unaware that his plan to deliberately let his long-term illness be known to others. Song Qisheng found the decoction poured in the flower pot from the moment he entered the room.

Song Qisheng took Ye Wange's pulse and placed his fingers on her bright, lotus-like wrists. From the corner of his eye, he saw the person on the bed through the transparent curtains, with peach-like cheeks and long eyelashes cast under her closed eyes.

There was a shadow, and the crimson lips looked like they were painted with crimson lipstick. A few strands of hair stuck on them, which made them look particularly attractive.

"Are you okay?" Nangong Ao asked, looking at Song Qisheng who was sitting by the bed and checking Ye Wange's pulse for a long time.

Hearing Nangong Ao's voice, Song Qisheng immediately withdrew his voyeuristic gaze, took his hand away from Ye Wange's wrist, bowed and replied, "Your Highness, Concubine Wan is indeed suffering from a fever, and it can be cured by Wei Chen's prescription.

good."

Nangong Ao narrowed his eyes after hearing this and looked at Song Qisheng with a fierce look, "Song Qisheng, if you don't get better after drinking your soup, you won't be as lucky as the last imperial doctor who treated Concubine Wan, but I will

I want your head."

Song Qisheng was not frightened after hearing this, and said calmly, "If Concubine Wan drinks this decoction and does not do well, I will be willing to be punished."

"Yes." Nangong Ao responded lightly, but his eyes were tightly locked on the woman on the bed.

Song Qisheng has been responsible for the medical diagnosis of the uterus. He believed in Song Qisheng's medical skills. He wanted to get Ye Wange better as soon as possible. He did not want the news that Ye Wange fell ill as soon as he entered the palace to reach Ye Changyu's ears.

If Ye Changyu knew that his precious daughter had become ill as soon as she entered the palace, he would probably become suspicious, and suspect that he was deliberately trying to harm her daughter. Secondly, he was afraid that Ye Changyu would be shaken in helping him ascend the throne, so he had to win over her before he could secure the throne.

Ye Changyu's heart.

Song Qisheng prepared the prescription, and Nangong Ao immediately ordered someone to grab the medicine and cook it. However, he sat by the bed and looked at Ye Wange sleeping on the bed.

A pair of tiger eyes stared at Ye Wange closely. Ye Wange opened his eyes uncomfortably due to her stare, looked at Nangong Ao and whispered softly, "His Royal Highness is busy with affairs, so there is no need to guard me here."

Ye Wange tactfully asked the prince to leave. Nangong Ao's heart skipped a beat after hearing this. On the surface, these words were for his own good, but in reality they were urging him to leave. Nangong Ao, who had a sullen face after hearing this, squinted his eyes and looked at her, "Your Highness

No matter how busy the affairs are, they are not as important as Concubine Wan's body and bones."

Nangong Ao's tender and affectionate words blocked Ye Wange's mouth, leaving her unable to refuse, so she had to shut up and silently accept His Highness the Crown Prince's concern.

Not only was Nangong Ao unhappy when he heard these words, but also the eunuchs and maids standing there were unhappy. Xiaodie felt that her young lady was too kind-hearted and even cared about His Highness the Prince's affairs even when he was ill. Xiaozhi felt that

His master was too stupid to win favors, so why did he reject the prince's tenderness? Zhang Fugui thought that the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Palace was indeed as rumored, virtuous, virtuous, and upright.

Everyone thought that Ye Wange had a kind heart. Only Nangong Ao did not think so. He looked at Ye Wange with a heavy gaze and a faint smile on his lips.

"Your Highness, the soup is ready." Zhang Fugui said while holding the cooked soup.

"Give it to your Highness." Nangong Ao said.

Zhang Fugui immediately brought the decoction to Nangong Ao. Nangong Ao took the steaming decoction and placed it on the bed.

"Concubine Wan, get up and take medicine." Nangong Ao said to Ye Wange.

Ye Wange immediately raised his body after hearing this, half sitting and half lying on the bed. He was about to reach out to pick up the bowl of soup and medicine, but Nangong Ao blocked him, "Your Highness, I will feed you."

Nangong Ao scooped up the decoction with a spoon and brought it to Ye Wange's mouth. Ye Wange did not refuse and drank it with his mouth open.

After the bowl of soup was bottomed out, Nangong Ao took another piece of pastry and stuffed it into Ye Wange's mouth. Ye Wange held it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, lowering his head and thinking about Nangong Ao's intentions.

Nangong Ao's thoughts were unpredictable. She couldn't figure out his thoughts for a while, so she could only wait and see.

Nangong Ao waved his hand, and the eunuchs and maids waiting in the house exited the house in an orderly manner and closed the door.

From the corner of her eye, Ye Wange saw the door being tightly closed. Her heart suddenly tightened and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Nangong Ao.

The hands placed on the brocade quilt were clenched into fists, her heart was beating suddenly, and the domineering aura emanating from Nangong Ao made her tense up.

Her lower jaw was suddenly raised, and Ye Wange did not dare to move. She looked into Nangong Ao's bright eyes with her black eyes, and gently brushed her dry lips with her thin lips. Her lips were numb for a moment, and her head was buzzing.

There was a buzzing sound, and my heart and elbows suddenly tightened.

"Concubine Wan, do you not like my highness? Or do you not like my favor?" A soft and seductive voice sounded. Ye Wange shrank, moved back and looked at Nangong Ao with misty eyes.

"Huh..." Nangong Ao said and blew on Ye Wange's exposed jade neck.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince." Ye Wange shouted in fear as he looked at the red flames in Nangong Ao's black eyes.

Ye Wange hid behind, and Nangong Ao got on the bed wearing dragon boots, forcing Ye Wange to the corner of the bed, and straddling Ye Wange's body. Ye Wange huddled in the corner of the bed and trembled like a small animal surrounded.

"Concubine Wan! Concubine Wan..." Nangong Ao's murmuring voice was like a magic sound that made Ye Wange's mind sink.

Ye Wange looked at Nangong Ao, the ice in those black eyes disappeared, with a hint of tenderness. The tenderness made the cold features become vivid, the smile at the corner of the mouth was dizzy, and the beautiful eyebrows were also stained with smile.

Unexpectedly, this handsome face slowly enlarged in her eyes, and finally only a piece of black remained in her black pupils.

"Hiss." The pain in her collarbone brought her back to her senses. Looking at the man with black hair in his black eyes and biting her collarbone, she panicked and started to twist.

"Prince, Prince, Prince..." She gasped and shouted repeatedly.
Chapter completed!