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Qingning's white clothes fluttered especially in the night sky. Her phoenix eyes were clear and fearless as she said, "Your Majesty, I really do not know what happened to the princess. Is it really related to the medicine her Myriad Herbs Pavilion sold?!"

Everything happened too suddenly. Not long after the main wife's Changle Workshop were affected, people from the Ministry of Justice were present as well.

Without explanation, she wanted to capture him and seal his Myriad Herbs Pavilion. However, just as she was about to make a move to reverse the situation, in less than an hour, such a thing happened to this person in the palace.

Furthermore, it was all because of that beauty called Drunken Beauty's rouge. Although they did not think about it, they felt that it was definitely not a coincidence.

"Insolent bastard, you still dare to quibble in front of the emperor!"

The Eunuch Wang was indeed worthy of being the famous person in front of the Emperor.

Emperor Beihe's face was gloomy as he walked into the palace. He then said, "If you are unable to find a way today to restore the princess' complexion, then I will definitely punish the members of your clan ten times more!"

No matter what, he had to take a look at the face to see if there was a solution.

Right then and there, before Close Guard could take action to take her down, they entered the hall. Layers of muslin curtains reflected the light of the candles, creating overlapping shadows.

"An Yi, you have to endure it.

Behind the curtain, Imperial Noble Consort Xie held the Little Princess, patted her back and comforted her softly.

"My face hurts so much, mufei … My face is burning, ah! "So itchy!"

After the ice was applied for a long time, Princess An Yi, who was on the bed, suddenly threw out the ice bag, "These are all broken things, they are completely useless!"

Imperial Noble Consort Xie could not control her at all.

She watched as the fingernail slashed across her soft and tender cheeks, leaving behind a tinge of red. However, Princess An Yi herself didn't seem to notice in the slightest.

When Imperial Noble Consort Xie saw this, his eyes were filled with fear and he subconsciously touched his face that was still covered with a veil, following that he shouted: "Men, tie up the princess's hands! I must not let her scratch my face! "

The servant of the palace did not dare delay at all after receiving the orders, immediately pulling on Ling Luo, tying An Yi's hands behind her back.

As a result, she felt itchy and could not reach out to scratch it.

The precious daughter of the Emperor of Beiqin fell into the eyes of an outsider in such a pathetic manner. The people of the palace hurriedly pulled down the curtains, trying to hide the ferocious looking Little Princess who was moving randomly inside.

When Emperor Beihe saw this, he frowned and shouted, "Just what happened here in half a day's time for you to become so serious!"

The crowd of palace people knelt on the ground, with a single glance, they all saw the trembling bodies of the kings.

Emperor Beihe suddenly looked at Qingning with anger in his eyes, "What are you standing there for!"

In this era of looking at faces, even if the daughter of an emperor were to be disfigured, it would still be extremely difficult to find a good marriage.

Right now, the only daughter of the emperor was An Yi, and she was naturally even more beloved.

Qingning frowned, he walked to the front of the curtain and extended his right hand, creating a small crack on the curtain.

The person inside bent his body, and while dodging with his head turned sideways, he cried out: "Get out, get the hell out of here! Who told you to look, this princess wants the father to exterminate your entire clan! "

It was obvious that he did not expect her to be so direct as she opened the curtains in front of the princess' bed. Eunuch Wang behind her shouted: "Don't be so rude, the princess' jade appearance is also something a peddler like you can blaspheme!"

In the blink of an eye, she had put down the curtain. The tassels fluttered in the breeze, as if she had never lifted it.

Although it was just a glance, she could already see it clearly.

Her originally white and tender cheeks were now flushed red. From the tip of her nose to the corners of her eyes, red veined patterns extended from her nose all the way to her eyes.

The area involved was too large. Not only did it not give off a sense of beauty, it also gave off an indescribably weird feeling.

Could it be that the little princess, who had arrogantly offended someone and attracted such vicious retaliation from others, had been shifted to another target and decided to blame this matter on her?

Qingning muttered to himself. It was true that the rouge had a miraculous effect, but it shouldn't be just this princess who produced such a huge side effect.

Suddenly, he heard a report from within the hall: "Reporting to the Emperor and Imperial Noble Consort, we have arrived in a quiet courtyard!"

"That fast?"

On the surface, the Emperor was still doubtful. It would take at least six hours to travel from the Purple Dawn Monastery to the Imperial Palace. It was obvious that he couldn't return so quickly when it was night time.

"father!" Inside the tent, Princess An Yi cried out in pain.

"Your Majesty! Now that An Yi is like this, I really can't wait any longer! "

Through the veil, one could see the sorrowful look on Imperial Noble Consort Xie's face.

"Let him in!"

Qingning retreated to the right side of the tent without leaving a trace, and in a blink of an eye.

A middle-aged Daoist with a white beard and a plain appearance approached from outside the hall. He greeted the Emperor.

The moment she raised her eyes to look at Qingning, she felt a sense of déjà vu for no reason.

Moreover, it was a very bad feeling.

Emperor Beihe slowly opened his mouth and said, "We have long heard of the Purple Haze Temple's unparalleled medical skills, and its master Jing Ting is one of them. We rarely go down the mountain!"

What he wanted to emphasize was the words "rarely goes down the mountain" at the very end.

Suddenly, it was rumored that the Daoist Jing Ting from the Purple Haze Temple was not someone who transcended the masses. He was the one who had caused a great illness in the Emperor Beihe and requested him to come down the mountain to treat it.

This Taoist could defy the imperial decree and disappear without a trace, just not enter the imperial palace.

But today, Princess An Yi's face was injured, and she did not hesitate to give it a try.

He never thought that not only did Daoist Jingjing appear, but she also shortened the time she needed to travel the distance by more than half, it couldn't be that the Emperor Beihe was overly suspicious.

A young woman in her prime walked out from behind her and said: "Master and I have coincidentally entered the Yongan City today, and have yet to gather the ingredients needed to return to the Purple Haze Temple!"

Her pair of limpid eyes contained a hint of panic on her face, but after seeing Qingning, she very well concealed it.

Lu Mengyan!

The person who had appeared at the Imperial Palace with Jingting today was unexpectedly her young mistress who had almost lost her life — Lu Mengyan!

She didn't expect that not only did she receive a timely treatment, she was even accepted as a disciple by Jing Ting. A few words dispelled the doubt in the Emperor's heart. As expected, she wasn't someone who was easy to deal with.

Imperial Noble Consort Xie suppressed his anxiety and said, "Your majesty, let me first show this Taoist to An Yi!"

The emperor didn't say anything more and only said, "Thank you, Taoist Priest!"

Other than the two palace maids who had opened the curtains, the rest of the group turned their backs on him.

With Princess An Yi's current honor, no matter if she could recover from it in the future, when she thought back to it in the future, she would probably see these people who had seen her ugly appearance before and became a private person who could not speak.

The quiet courtyard walked past Qingning's side, the corner of his mouth seemingly carrying a little bit of an unfathomable curve.

In the blink of an eye, the quiet courtyard returned to its normal, flashy appearance, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"Child, why haven't you sent a message to the Purple Dawn Monastery to learn medicine? Tell me to remember this well!"

Imperial Noble Consort Xie pulled Lu Mengyan and spoke with a worried tone.

The Emperor Beihe beside him did not look too good. Thinking of that day, Lu Mengyan pretended not to see anything and said.

Although Qingning heard her conversing with Imperial Noble Consort Xie, his gaze still drifted towards her side, intentionally or unintentionally.

It was a hatred that could not be concealed and he was about to take back everything.

Seeing her dressing, the people in the palace clearly could not recognize her, but Lu Mengyan's reaction was too abnormal, it was clear that he had recognized her true identity.

Fate with the quiet court?

"You … "You …"

Princess An Yi looked at the middle-aged man slowly walking in with tears in her eyes, completely different from the imperial physicians that she was yelling at.

There was even terror and fear in his eyes.

"Princess... "Please don't be afraid, raise your face …"

The voice of the quiet courtyard was very faint, but it strangely gave birth to an irresistible magic.

Then, Qingning saw Princess An Yi, who had opened the curtain just now and was about to step in, slowly raise her tragic face.

It had only been a few minutes since she last saw it, but the strange red vines on An Yi's face had already extended from his eyes to his forehead, and it seemed to become more and more intense.

"Meng Yan!" The quiet courtyard suddenly turned outside, softly calling out.

Lu Mengyan immediately took the medicine box that he brought along and placed it behind the curtain, then took out a silver needle and placed it in front of him, "Master, after you!"