He raised his eyes and saw that the gauze tent was still tightly closed, with only a thin silver thread pulled out from inside.

Xuanyuan Moye sat upright, holding the silver wire with one hand and touching it with the other, carefully feeling the pulse of the person in the bed.

The indifferent expression was devoid of any emotion, only the blue eyes were shining with an incomprehensible light.

"How long has your princess been unconscious?"

Looking back, Ling Muchao took a sip of tea and asked casually.

"It's been more than ten days. Oh, it was originally a great happy event. The lovers finally got married, but I didn't want it to end up like this."

The maid sighed deeply when she heard Ling Mulao's question.

"How do you say this?"

Raising an eyebrow, Ling Mulao asked in confusion.

"That day was originally the wedding day of the princess and the prince-in-law. The whole Yongyi Mansion was decorated with lights and colorful decorations. It was filled with joy and the gongs and drums were beating loudly.

The princess wore a bright red wedding dress and was stunningly beautiful. However, as soon as she entered the auditorium and before she could pay her respects, her whole body suddenly convulsed.

Then, just like this, he was unconscious, and all the imperial doctors from the Qinglong Kingdom came to see him, but they were all helpless and couldn't explain the reason."

Recalling the scene of that day, the maid still vividly remembers it. She was originally full of joy, but she suddenly became panicked.

With an expressionless face, Ling Mulao slowly twirled the sour plums on the plate, but began to think in his heart. It seemed that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

A high-pitched voice sounded, and as soon as he finished speaking, he heard several footsteps approaching quickly.

In an instant, everyone in the room knelt on the ground: "See the Emperor."

A uniform voice.

The room full of people dwarfed in an instant, but only Ling Mulao and Xuanyuan Moxie were still sitting in their seats, turning a deaf ear.

"How about it, Miracle Doctor Xuanyuan?"

Before the sonorous voice could finish, a middle-aged man in a golden python robe was seen walking towards him quickly. He was dressed like an emperor and had the aura of being calm and powerful.

Raising their hands, the people in the room stood up, bowed and retreated to the corner of the room.

"Back to the Emperor," without bowing, Xuanyuan Moye just slowly stood up and cupped his hands and said, "I am feeling the pulse. Princess Yining's condition is a bit complicated. We need to take a closer look."

No one took this kind of rudeness seriously. It seemed that Xuanyuan Moye was supposed to be superior to others. To be able to surrender to the emperor like this at this moment was considered a sign of respect.

"Let's take another look at the Xuanyuan miracle doctor. He must cure Yining's disease."

He frowned, but his majestic eyes were full of fatherly love at the moment. The emperor waved his long sleeves and signaled Xuanyuan Moye to continue the diagnosis.

"Father, sit over here!"

An Yongwen, who was waiting with his head down, saw this and immediately waved his hand to signal his servants to bring up a soft chair.

"Bold, who is this and why are you not polite?"

Before the emperor could even lift his steps, he heard an angry shout. A woman in pink clothes behind him pointed her fair finger at Ling Mulao and roared with a sullen look on her face.

When everyone heard this, they all immediately turned their heads and focused their attention on the seemingly ignorant woman.

"Sorry~"

Putting down the sour plum in his hand, Ling Murao smiled brightly, but did not stand up.

"The little girl is pregnant. She always feels uncomfortable when she gets up. Whenever she feels uncomfortable, her husband will worry. He will be distracted when he is worried. I am really afraid that he will misdiagnose the princess's condition."

His brows were slightly furrowed, and he had a pitiful look on his face. He was pitiful when he saw others, and no one had the heart to blame him. When he raised his eyes, the gauze tent was still tightly closed, with only a thin silver thread.

Pull it out from inside.

Xuanyuan Moye sat upright, holding the silver wire with one hand and touching it with the other, carefully feeling the pulse of the person in the bed.

The indifferent expression was devoid of any emotion, only the blue eyes were shining with an incomprehensible light.

"How long has your princess been unconscious?"

Looking back, Ling Muchao took a sip of tea and asked casually.

"It's been more than ten days. Oh, it was originally a great happy event. The lovers finally got married, but I didn't want it to end up like this."

The maid sighed deeply when she heard Ling Mulao's question.

"How do you say this?"

Raising an eyebrow, Ling Mulao asked in confusion.

"That day was originally the wedding day of the princess and the prince-in-law. The whole Yongyi Mansion was decorated with lights and colorful decorations. It was filled with joy and the gongs and drums were beating loudly.

The princess wore a bright red wedding dress and was stunningly beautiful. However, as soon as she entered the auditorium and before she could pay her respects, her whole body suddenly convulsed.

Then, just like this, he was unconscious, and all the imperial doctors from the Qinglong Kingdom came to see him, but they were all helpless and couldn't explain the reason."

Recalling the scene of that day, the maid still vividly remembers it. She was originally full of joy, but she suddenly became panicked.

With an expressionless face, Ling Mulao slowly twirled the sour plums on the plate, but began to think in his heart. It seemed that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

A high-pitched voice sounded, and as soon as he finished speaking, he heard several footsteps approaching quickly.

In an instant, everyone in the room knelt on the ground: "See the Emperor."

A uniform voice.

The room full of people dwarfed in an instant, but only Ling Mulao and Xuanyuan Moxie were still sitting in their seats, turning a deaf ear.

"How about it, Miracle Doctor Xuanyuan?"

Before the sonorous voice could finish, a middle-aged man in a golden python robe was seen walking towards him quickly. He was dressed like an emperor and had the aura of being calm and powerful.

Raising their hands, the people in the room stood up, bowed and retreated to the corner of the room.

"Back to the Emperor," without bowing, Xuanyuan Moye just slowly stood up and cupped his hands and said, "I am feeling the pulse. Princess Yining's condition is a bit complicated. We need to take a closer look."

No one took this kind of rudeness seriously. It seemed that Xuanyuan Moye was supposed to be superior to others. To be able to surrender to the emperor like this at this moment was considered a sign of respect.

"Let's take another look at the Xuanyuan miracle doctor. He must cure Yining's disease."

He frowned, but his majestic eyes were full of fatherly love at the moment. The emperor waved his long sleeves and signaled Xuanyuan Moye to continue the diagnosis.

"Father, sit over here!"

An Yongwen, who was waiting with his head down, saw this and immediately waved his hand to signal his servants to bring up a soft chair.

"Bold, who is this and why are you not polite?"

Before the emperor could even lift his steps, he heard an angry shout. A woman in pink clothes behind him pointed her fair finger at Ling Mulao and roared with a sullen look on her face.

When everyone heard this, they all immediately turned their heads and focused their attention on the seemingly ignorant woman.

"Sorry~"

Putting down the sour plum in his hand, Ling Murao smiled brightly, but did not stand up.

"The little girl is pregnant. She always feels uncomfortable when she gets up. Whenever she feels uncomfortable, her husband will worry. He will be distracted when he is worried. I am really afraid that he will misdiagnose the princess's condition."
Chapter completed!