All day and night, Jun Qing lay on the bed, constantly struggling on the brink of death. The imperial doctors tried all their methods, but they failed to do anything. The words seemed to suggest that Jun Qing would die.

Jun Xian seemed to have been ten years old overnight. Early the next morning, looking at his son who was limping on the bed, he ordered people to send all the imperial doctors back to the palace, sat sadly at Jun Qing's bedside, buried his face between his hands, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

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"Take it seriously?" The Supreme Master Qi sat in the imperial study. After listening to the imperial doctors' reports, there was no trace of joy or anger on his solemn face.

"I dare not speak nonsense. The little prince of Jun has indeed attacked his heart." The imperial doctor reported truthfully.

"That's a pity. I ordered people to send Xueshan Ginseng and Rui Lingzhi to the Lin Palace." The emperor spoke with emotion. Xueshan Ginseng and Rui Lingzhi were both used to lose their lives. It was obvious that everyone felt that Jun Qing was about to die.

"yes."

"Get out."

"I obey the order." The imperial physician respectfully withdrew from the imperial study room.

In the imperial study room, the emperor sat at the desk, looking at the memorials piled up, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

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The palace of Prince Lin was so sad that Jun Qing seemed to be exhausted and was lying on the bed without moving, breathing very weakly.

Jun Xian sat by the bed with red eyes.

"Oh, why did it suddenly poison?" Jun Xian couldn't understand. The poison in Jun Qing's body has always been very stable. How could it suddenly become like this?

The man standing aside had a heavy expression and his fists were clenched beside him.

"Is there any suspicious person entering the mansion?" Jun Xian asked.

The man shook his head, and he looked at Jun Qing on the bed, and was struggling in his heart. Before he fainted, Jun Qing had told him not to tell others that Jun Wuxie had been here, and he would not believe that Jun Wuxie would be detrimental to him no matter what. He just thought that all of this was about his fate.

But now, Junqing has been in his life for a short time, and all the doctors have asserted his death.

Do you still need to hide it?

The man's heart was full of struggle. If it were someone else, he could just bring the person to interrogate him, but that person was Jun Wuxie!

If Junqing is dead, then Prince Lin’s Mansion will really make more hope.

"What's wrong?" A confused voice suddenly rang.

The man and Jun Xian looked at the door at the same time. Jun Wuxie, dressed in thin clothes, was holding a black cat and standing at the door.

"Wuxie..." Jun Xian's hoarse voice was filled with endless sorrow.

The man clenched his fists and wanted to say something, but he finally didn't speak.

"Your uncle is poisonous." Jun Xian closed his eyes in despair.

Du? Jun Wuxie was slightly stunned and immediately walked to the bed. Regardless of Jun Xian and the man's surprised gaze, she reached out and put her hand on Jun Qing's pulse.

The beating under the fingertips was very weak and almost impossible to detect. Looking at Jun Qing's pale face and black sweat stains all over her body, it turned out to be very poisonous.

If someone else was a person, he would naturally conclude that Jun Qing had no way to live, but when he arrived at Jun Wuxie, some differences appeared.

Although Junqing's pulse was weak, it was very stable.

Jun Wuxie immediately took away the quilt that Jun Qing was holding and took away his pillow.

Looking at Jun Wuxie's series of actions, Jun Xian was a little stunned.

"Wuxie, what are you doing?"

"Uncle Xiao is fine." Jun Wuxie was busy treating Junqing, and he didn't care about his own methods. How powerful the impact on Junxian and the others was.

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Chapter completed!