Chapter 7： If it can't be cured, just beat me

Chapter 7 If it can’t be cured, just beat me

Changyang Palace

The housekeeper led an old man and a young man into the house, looking back from time to time and thinking to himself, the old lady who came from the country really didn't know what the world was like, and if she couldn't be cured, according to the prince's temperament, she would definitely get a beating.

When the time comes, hey...

He thought about turning his head and his sympathetic eyes fell on Ye Qianning, the poor little girl...

Seeing him turn around, Ye Qianning called out sweetly: "Grandpa."

The butler cried out even more distressed, and kindly reminded: "Our prince and princess have been staying up late for several days because of the princess' illness. If it cannot be cured, we should say some good and auspicious words."

"Okay." Fourth Wife responded quickly.

Prince Changyang and his concubine were overjoyed when they heard someone posted the notice, and hurried to the front hall to wait.

The housekeeper led the two people to the hall and saluted them: "Your Majesty, Princess, we are here."

Fourth Wife's heart was beating so hard. The threshold of the hall was so high that she almost tripped when she raised her feet.

Ye Qianning was pulled suddenly and almost fell down. When he stood firm and looked up, he saw the Prince of Changyang sitting on the main seat. He was about forty years old and had a handsome appearance. In modern times, he was simply a high-quality golden uncle. .

The princess next to her is a classic beauty, and she looks like a young lady in her twenties.

Prince Changyang and his concubine were slightly stunned when they saw an old man and a young man.

"Are you the ones who posted the notice?" Prince Changyang obviously didn't believe that this woman knew how to heal.

"Yes." Fourth Po responded timidly.

"Who are you from?" Prince Changyang asked.

"Nanyuan." The fourth wife didn't dare to raise her head.

"Doctor?"

The fourth wife nodded: "Yes, yes, it is normal for children to have rashes in Nanyuan. As long as the right herbal medicine is used, the rash will go away."

"If it can't be cured, you will be punished." Prince Changyang threatened.

The fourth wife was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak.

"If it can't be cured, the prince will just beat me." Ye Qianning looked up and said seriously with big watery eyes. Prince Changyang looked at Ye Qianning with scrutiny in his eyes.

Ye Qianning wasn't afraid of him either. He raised his head and looked at each other like a newborn calf, not afraid of tigers.

"Okay, now that the notice has been posted, whether the treatment is good or not depends on seeing it." The princess secretly gave the prince a push.

Prince Changyang then looked away and agreed: "Then you will take them to have a look."

The princess nodded, stood up and walked out.

"Please." The maid said.

The fourth wife was so nervous that she was sweating while holding Ye Qianning's hand.

Ye Qianning felt a little guilty. If it weren't for the inconvenience of her small body, she wouldn't have made the fourth wife so worried. She would have to find a replacement in the future.

The palace is very large, with pavilions and pavilions, and long corridors that go around and around. Passing by a huge garden, I walked for about ten minutes before entering a courtyard called Lanxuanyuan.

"Princess, don't scratch, you can't scratch..."

As soon as they entered the courtyard, they heard the anxious voice of the maid.

When the princess heard the voice, her steps quickened and she opened the door and entered the room: "Xiang'er."

"Princess, the princess has been scratching her since she woke up. She is scratched all over her body..." the maid cried.

The princess went up and held the child's hand: "Xian'er, be good, bear with me. If you bear with it, the itch will stop."

"Mom...I hurt, I'm itchy..." The princess kept crying.

"Xian'er, be good, the itching will stop soon..." The princess felt extremely distressed. With tears in her eyes, she turned around and said anxiously: "Come and see how to relieve the itching."

The fourth wife's face was probably uglier than crying, so she gritted her teeth.

(End of chapter)