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When the silver hairpin left her hand, Feng Ning Yan's heart felt empty for some reason. When she opened her eyes, her vision was slightly restored, and she saw Shen Ling Jue's face filled with panic.

"Call him a doctor!"

Shen Ling Jue ordered, and he himself more or less understood some of the medical knowledge, hurriedly taking Feng Ning Yan's pulse.

Feng Ning Yan looked at Shen Ling Jue's nervous expression, and saw Lan Zhu pouting and wanting to cry. She really wanted to say: Don't panic, I'm fine …

However, she was simply unable to say a single word. The feeling of being hit by lava in her mind, the moment Shen Ling Jue hugged her, became even more intense.

Even if she had the strength to pretend that she was calm, she didn't want the people around her to panic like this.

"Pain …"

Feng Ningyan had never had such a headache. In the past, even if she had been hit by an arrow or used anesthetic, she would just grit her teeth and let it go.

Now she wished she could open her own head, because it was too painful to live.

And what's even weirder, was that when Shen Lingjue got closer, it made her feel even more pain?!

She was extremely sad and pushed Shen Ling Jue who was taking his pulse away as she screamed: "Go! "Go away!"

Shen Ling Jue held the silver hairpin tightly, not daring to take even half a step closer.

He didn't know if she was still resenting his actions in the soup, but he also felt that his being close to her would only make her feel more manic and painful, so he had to take a few steps back.

"When we returned just now, young miss was still fine …" Lan Zhu was so anxious that she was crying.

When Shen Ling Jue heard these words, his gaze fell on the wine jugs and wine cups on the table.

"Your Highness, do you suspect that someone poisoned the wine?" Chu Zhao hurriedly asked.

Shen Ling Jue said coldly: "Royal Concubine's pulse is very strange, different from when she was poisoned. But this duke still cannot confirm … "Put the blood soul candle by the bed to see if it can be of any use."

That Blood Soul Candle was the candle that Shen Lingjue ignited last time in the Prince's Mansion when Feng Ning Yan was infected with a bewitching drug, the kind that could cure a hundred poisons.

Chu Zhao hurriedly took out a Blood Soul Candle from the box and lit it, placing it beside Feng Ning Yan's bed. Smoke lingered around her, and her head began to slow down from the pain.

Even though she was slightly better, she was still extremely weak. She lay on the bed, her body drenched in cold sweat.

Lan Zhu was frightened by the sight. She carefully wiped off the sweat on her young lady's body and changed to a dry bed. She didn't dare to leave even one step.

Chu Zhao used a tablecloth to wrap up the wine pot and wine cup before leaving. Shen Ling Jue stood outside the window watching Feng Ning Yan's pale face, gritting his teeth.

The doctor came to take the pulse, but could not find any cause.

"My lord, from the looks of the royal consort's pulse, it doesn't seem like she has a sudden onset of stubbornness, but it doesn't seem like she was poisoned either. This old man has never seen a pulse like this before …" Please forgive this old man's helplessness. "

Shen Ling Jue knew that an ordinary doctor would never be able to treat an emergency like Feng Ning Yan.

Fortunately, the Blood Soul Candle was able to ease her pain. Only when she was fast asleep did Shen Lingjue walk back to her bedside and sit there while holding her ice-cold hand.

Chu Zhao walked over and said, "Your highness, not a single drop of wine was left in that wine pot. Your subordinate used a distilling technique to retrieve the remnants of the wine pot and wine cup, confirming that there was no poison."

This result, is not surprising to Shen Ling Jue.

However, if there was no poison in the wine, then what was the reason for Feng Ningyan's head-splitting headache?

The candlelight shone on Feng Ning Yan's face. Her lips were bloodless and as white as if they were covered by layers of paper.

She lay there motionless, her arms soft and lifeless.

Shen Ling Jue held her hand tightly, pressing the back of her hand against his cheek, his heart felt as though it was dripping blood.

"This King was careless..."

Chu Zhao persuaded, "Your highness, don't blame yourself too much. You should wait for the wangfei to wake up and ask her if she has any hidden ailments."

He hesitated for a moment before cautiously continuing, "Logically speaking, the Feng family's side courtyard should be filled with their own people. They are heavily guarded and no assassins have infiltrated. The people who poisoned them should be from the side courtyard. "But just now, this room was reserved for the prince and his wife. Who else in the courtyard ate the heart of a bear and the guts to poison the prince and his wife?"

Shen Ling Jue nodded his head and said, "That's right. This room was originally prepared for this king and princess. Therefore, there are two wine cups, and many of the items are a pair."

If it was because of the wine that Feng Ning Yan became like before, then the person who was messing with the wine was actually targeting them.

Who would hate them to the point of wanting them to die? Moreover, the Demon Claw could extend to the Feng family's courtyard that was more than a thousand miles away.

Was it the Crown Prince, Shen Youhuang, or Flower Rain?

Thinking of this point, the question in Shen Ling Jue's heart suddenly became clear.

He stood up and walked out of the room as he gave the order, "Seal off all entrances and exits, strictly investigate the people who entered and left today. The Second Madam of the Zephyr Phoenix Clan and Madame Du brought their personal attendants to the Hot Springs Courtyard."

Seeing that Shen Ling Jue seemed to have understood something, Chu Zhao hurriedly ran out to give the order.

There were still more than two hours before they reached the Hot Springs Courtyard. When Murong Yi and the Du Family brought their personal maidservants up the mountain, it was already past midnight.

The mist in the mountain was so thick that the cold air seeped into the collars of the people.

When Murong Yi heard about Feng Ningyan's strange illness, he hurriedly ordered someone to prepare a horse carriage and rushed over.

At this time, Feng Ning Yan was slightly better. After she woke up, she was helped up by Lan Zhu. Qing Xue fed her some antidote.

She turned her head and saw Shen Ling Jue and Murong Yi standing outside, talking about something as they softly called out, "Your Highness … "Fourth Aunt …" He was about to get off the bed.

Murong Yi hurriedly came forward to support her, while Shen Ling Jue looked at her through the curtain and did not enter.

"Yan'Er, are you feeling better?" You scared us to death just now! "

Feng Ning Yan couldn't remember what had just happened. She rubbed her bloated head, just wanting to go out and take a breath of fresh air.

When she caught sight of the blood soul candle beside the bed, she was slightly surprised. "This is …" A candle to cure the poison? "

Lan Zhu nodded. "Yes, His Royal Highness said that Miss might have been poisoned. As soon as the red candle was lit, Miss was much better."

Feng Ning Yan thought back to the situation after she entered the room. She simply couldn't understand how she suddenly suffered from this strange disease. From Lan Zhu's words, could it be that she was really poisoned?

Murong Yi asked, "From the time you left the pavilion to the time you went to bed, did you only drink from that jug of wine?"

Feng Ning Yan looked at the empty table and thought weakly, "Yes …" "When I finished the wine, I felt a little drunk, so I took off my hairpin and went to bed …"

At the thought of the hairpin, she turned back to rummage in the bed.

Shen Ling Jue gripped the silver hairpin in his hand tightly and said to Murong Yi, "Second Madam, I'll have to trouble you to take care of Princess Hua-Yang. This king will take care of this matter."

Murong Yi nodded her head: "Your Highness, please go. I am here. It is really my fault that such a thing has happened. I hope that Your Highness can help me clean my house. "

The more Feng Ningyan listened, the more confused she became. She still wanted to ask a few more questions, but Shen Ling Jue didn't even look at her as he walked out.

When she saw that he actually did not even take a step forward, nor did he even speak a single extra word to her, she could not help but feel a sense of loss as she gently leaned into Murong Yi's embrace.

This was also good. Since they couldn't have any interactions, estranging each other would be easier than not knowing each other clearly.