He looked at Xu Miaoru and said, "Madam, please go back first. I will invite you to worship and the imperial doctor immediately."

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At this time, outside Prince Xin's Mansion, surrounded by a group of guards, a short, middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back.

Although he is short and stocky and has a plain appearance, he is majestic and majestic. He is dressed in a purple robe and has a dragon embroidered with gold thread on his front. He is none other than Prince Fan Ye of Jingbei.

Next to him was a skinny old man who was shorter than him. He was wearing a white washed gown, his face was full of thoughts, and his brows showed a look of desolation.

"Doctor Mo, I am too impatient. I am rude." Fan Ye glanced at the closed door of Prince Xin's Mansion and hummed: "But the threshold of Prince Xin's Mansion is indeed high enough."

According to etiquette, when the prince and prince are visiting, they should submit the notice in advance before coming to the house.

The skinny old man Mo Wuyou clasped his fists: "Your Majesty, don't worry at this moment. The cold sting is a chronic disease and not an emergency. We will wait until the princess returns home to see if it is too late."

"I don't agree with what you said, Doctor Mo!" Fan Ye waved his hand: "If you can cure it sooner, you can cure it sooner. Why suffer that fate?"

"What the prince said is absolutely true." Mo Wuyou nodded: "The pain caused by this disease is indeed inhuman torture. The princess has suffered."

"Alas——!" Fan Ye waved his hands as if he couldn't bear to look back: "Don't mention it! Don't mention it!"

"Squeak——!" The door opened, and Hu Yunling, the foreign affairs manager of Prince Xin's Mansion, clasped his fists and saluted: "The young Hu Yunling wants to say hello to Prince Jingbei. My prince has not returned to the house yet. The princess ordered me to invite the prince inside to serve tea. My prince will be here soon."

Just come back."

"Lead the way!" Fan Ye just wanted to see his princess as soon as possible, waving his hand to show the way quickly and stop being so verbose.

Hu Yunling cupped his fists and saluted again, turned around, led Fan Ye and Mo Wuyou into the palace, and came to the hall to serve tea.

"I asked, when will your prince come back?"

"I'll be back within a quarter of an hour."

"Okay." Fan Ye said, "Can my wife be in the house?"

"Princess Jingbei is talking to my princess."

"Please come over, my wife!" Fan Ye said.

He and King Xin didn't have much acquaintance with each other. Furthermore, even if they were acquainted, they could not enter the back house rashly. This was a big taboo.

"Yes." Hu Yunling agreed, clasping his fists and exiting.

Fan Ye shook his head.

It's troublesome when you're on someone else's property. Unlike in your own house, where you can do whatever you want. There's no need for so many twists and turns and annoying waiting.

He is impatient and hates this the most.

After waiting for a while, Hu Yunling and Zhou Jinling did not come, but instead Wang Xin Chuxiang came, followed by an old man with white beard and eyebrows and an immortal spirit.

He suddenly glanced into the distance.

Fa Kong was heartbroken.

The old man's senses were so sharp that he was aware of his own inner thoughts. This was the first time!
Chapter completed!