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"Princess, please stop pestering the Ninth Prince to break up the marriage between him and Princess Hua-Yang." Lu Buwei knew that Princess Golden Bell did not like these words. It was only for the sake of his Imperial Consort. Even though he knew that Golden Bell County would not take his words to heart, he still had to say them.

Princess Jin Ling's expression changed drastically. With alternating shades of green and purple, her face contorted fiercely as she stared at Lu Buwei and lost control, saying, "Why are you telling me to leave your ninth brother?" Obviously, it was I who first met and liked Ninth Brother. Little Yu was just an accident. "Ninth brother should love me, not Xiaoyu, not her, not her …"

At the end of the roar, it gradually weakened. Jin Ling could not help but cover her face and cry. Her voice floated in the night wind, incomparably desolate. She and Nine's child were gone. Nine became so cold and indifferent to her pain that he spent all day with Little Fishy. Looking at their happiness, it was as if someone had stabbed her with a knife and stirred it, waking him up in pain. Why did he have to do this to her?

"My child is gone, along with Ninth Brother's child." Princess Golden Bell turned helpless. She stared at Lu Buwei blankly and asked him while crying, "Why did you save me? You shouldn't have saved me. Instead, you should have saved my child, me and Ninth Brother's child."

Lu Buwei had seen love-struck women before, but he had never seen a woman as painful as the one Princess Golden Bell had loved. Her mind was currently muddled, and her heart was slowly collapsing. Sooner or later she would be driven mad by the love she could not get, and maybe then she would feel better.

"Princess, calm down." Mo Yan stepped forward and quickly took out a small medicine bottle. He placed it under Princess Jin Ling's nose for her to absorb the Calming Incense. The golden bell gradually calmed down as it became clear in his eyes.

"Princess, this incense shouldn't be used for long. It will harm the liver." Lu Buwei was dying and did not forget to fulfill his duty as a doctor.

Lu Buwei had seen what happened to Jin Ling. She wanted to kill, and her eyes were full of anger, "Don't worry about me. Mo Yan, help Imperial Physician Lu and send him to the Yellow Springs Road."

After saying so, Jin Ling left with the lantern in her hand without looking back. She walked slowly along the path she came from, her back graceful and resolute.

The princess was still the princess of the past, there were some things that could not be changed. He did not need to pretend to drink this wine. In the beginning, Lu Buwei had told her a secret that might have caused Princess Golden Bell to commit suicide, "Princess, the words spoken when a person is about to die are good. This official told the princess the truth. The princess' love was nothing more than something that someone else had schemed against. The Ninth Prince doesn't love you. He only loves Master Wangfei. You have been drugged, and the person who has been with you is the Tenth Prince, Ye Langmei. The child is his, too. "

"Enough, I don't want to hear, I don't want to hear …" Jin Ling threw away the lantern, covered her ears with her hands, and screamed in fear, "Make him shut up, make him shut up!"

Mo Yan's killing intent was extremely strong. The princess had always lived in a world where she had always worked hard, so why was she so cruel? Why should he break her dream?

Mo Yan was about to draw his sword and cut off Lu Buwei's neck, but Lu Buwei swung his sword first. Mo Yan raised his head and smiled while drinking the poisoned tea.

"Isn't the princess aware of this all along? Otherwise, why would so many imperial physicians of the Grand Hospital say the same thing at the same time, that the princess was happy? "I was silly."

What is there to not understand? The prefecture lord truly didn't know, so how could he possibly kill him?

That one strike from Ye Langmei not only destroyed the child in Princess Golden Bell's womb, it also resulted in Princess Golden Bell's infertility. It was already a miracle that she was still alive.

The effects of the poison were quick, and in less than a minute of drinking Lu Buwei began to bleed from his seven orifices. Seeing that he was about to die, Mo Yan kept his sword, turned around and walked towards the golden bell.

Everything around them had become quiet. The lanterns had been taken away, and only the faint moonlight remained on the ground. Lu Buwei felt his internal organs being chopped up by countless knives.

He stretched out his trembling hand and pulled out the golden needles. He gritted his teeth and pierced them into several vital points. He could die, but he couldn't die in such a worthless manner.

Still, I can't be too good," he thought dreamily.

As an imperial physician, he knew too much of the royal family's secrets, so not many people would be able to escape unscathed. Even if he died, he might not be able to escape the clutches of the royal family.

His father had once said that he had finally done this when he was traveling the world with the Ninth Prince's wife. However, Lu Buwei smiled mockingly, as he had also died in the hands of his own doctor, and had never thought that he would die in the hands of Duke Golden Bell.

His originally dispirited spirit suddenly perked up. Master Wangfei once asked him who it was that wanted to harm him, but at that time, he didn't want to believe that the people in his heart were evil, and he still held onto a glimmer of hope. Maybe it was because when he was sitting for Master Wangfei, he accidentally tasted some of the food, so he was really very naïve and naive.

After figuring out the direction, Lu Buwei rushed towards the Ninth Prince's Mansion. He hoped that he could make it to the Ninth Prince's Mansion as soon as possible, because he had something to tell his master, Wang Concubine, that you can't be Mr. Dongguo, that you should act as you please. The more you retreat, the more others will take advantage of you.

No one was around along the way. Seeing that the Ninth Prince's Mansion was right in front of them, Doctor Lu showed a pleased smile on his face, but the smile didn't form on his face. Mo Yan slowly walked out from the side and looked at Lu Buwei with pity on his face, "I didn't expect that Imperial Physician Lu was so skilled that he could even stop the poison from spreading."

"You …" Doctor Lu's mouth twitched. He had supported himself up to this point with only one breath. He saw that victory was in sight but was stopped here. Blood was coming out of the corner of his mouth as he slowly fell to the ground.

"Esteemed wangfei, farewell, your disciple has done his best."

Mo Yan walked up to Doctor Lu and checked his eyes. He was sure that Doctor Lu was dead. He sighed and murmured, "The 'Medicine Dead' indeed lives up to its reputation."

Imperial Physician Lu had only learned a little, but the poison couldn't even do anything to his disciple. If it wasn't because he was worried, and came back to take a look, was it because he was going to walk in front of Ye Jiumei?

Mo Yan stood up straight and looked at the Ninth Prince's Mansion with a thoughtful expression. The Tenth Prince had said that the Ninth Prince's leg might be healed, but he still didn't believe it.

Mo Yan took out a porcelain bottle wrapped in chamois and sprinkled the medicinal powder on the blood at the corner of Lu Buwei's mouth. Mo Yan left without looking back, and saw Doctor Lu's body slowly shrivelling up. Finally, only a few lonely silver needles were left on the ground, emitting a black light under the white moonlight.

The eighth submission of the dissolute consort