C18

Seeing Fang Zinan, who was being supported by a servant into the room, Shang Yiqing started to feel a little nervous. She had only married him for a few days, she had never seen him have an illness, nor had she seen him have any signs of one. If one were to say that he normally only looked weak, then when his illness flared up, he seemed to be able to make others feel pity for him.

Lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, and his facial features were twisted in pain. His thin body was curled up into a ball, and he let out a very painful, muffled groan. It was obvious that he was trying his best not to let out a sound, and even more so that he was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Let me see." Shang Yiqing stepped forward to take a look at his pulse, only to feel a chaotic pattern on his body. Sometimes it was as thin as a strand of silk, sometimes it was sluggish and sometimes it was weak, and sometimes it was strong and sometimes it was weak. She had never seen a pulse like this before.

It's so strange! She couldn't help but ask the servant, "How often does the prince's illness start?"

"This little one doesn't know either. This disease of the Prince's has an intermittent attack. Sometimes it happens several times a day, and sometimes it happens once a day. This lowly one is truly unable to explain it clearly. "

"You may leave." Shang Yiqing saw that he could not get any answers, so he impatiently waved his hand.

Hou Fang Zinan's face had turned green, his cheeks were red, the color of his lips was bright, giving off a strange feeling, just like the people in the movies that Shang Yiqing watched in the past. She suddenly realised, he was obviously poisoned, and the poison was so strong, she couldn't tell at all.

Who had such a huge enmity with him? How could they actually use such a tyrannical poison to kill him? Thinking of this, Shang Yiqing took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth. This was the antidote that she and her father had prepared together. It was made from dozens of expensive Chinese medicine, and it had a certain effect on normal poisons. However, she did not know if she was confident in being able to obtain this kind of poison.

Fang Zinan took the pill and understood the poison, after a while, the green color on his face slowly disappeared, and after about an hour, he slowly woke up.

After waking up, his body was still weak and powerless, but his internal organs were no longer in pain. He glanced at her and asked, "You saved me?"

"I don't have the ability to save you. I can't even see the poison in your body, so how could I possibly save you?" Shang Yiqing said in a bad mood. Although she had saved him, he had splashed water all over her body just now.

"How can you tell that I've been poisoned and not ill?" Fang Zinan's face revealed a gratified smile. Empress was right, her medical skills were indeed brilliant. He was highly toxic, and all the famous doctors in the country had come to take his pulse, but no one had been able to tell, only that he was suffering from a strange disease, which she could tell at a glance and which she could help. This woman was not simple!

"Although I can tell that you've been poisoned, I can't tell what kind of poison it is." Shang Yiqing hugged his arm, and sat in front of the bed, as he spoke very casually.

"It's already not bad that you can see this. In the Southern Champion Kingdom, many famous doctors have examined my pulse. Not only is there no one who can see what my symptoms are, even I was poisoned." After recovering, Fang Zinan's complexion slowly improved, and he even had the strength to sit up.

"Then why didn't you tell the doctors?"

"They can't even see it, so what's the use of telling them? Can they cure me of the poison? " Fang Zinan laughed at himself. What he said was the truth.

"Is that why you've been weak?"

"What do you think?"

"Who has such a huge grudge against you that wants to kill you?" Shang Yiqing asked puzzledly, she felt that this matter was very strange.

"I don't know either." After Fang Zinan finished speaking, he seemed to be a little tired, as he leaned on the headboard, deep in thought. His pretty face was filled with worry, a look that made one's heart ache for him.

Shang Yiqing got up and poured a cup of water for him, passed it over to his hands, and then sat down, "How long have you been poisoned for?"

Fang Zinan did not answer her, but a few things flashed through his mind. Everyone knew that he was weak since a young age, but when was he actually poisoned? It was as if three years ago, when he had been specially doted upon by the Empress, he had suddenly suffered an unexplainable illness, and then, when all the imperial physician s were unable to see the crux of it, it was actually because there was a time when he was in unbearable pain and he tried to take a few antidotes to cure himself. Only then did he realize that he had been poisoned, and other than his good friend Xiao Tianyuan, he had never told anyone about this matter.

"Oh!" "I remember now ?" Shang Yiqing suddenly cried out in alarm, interrupting Fang Zinan's train of thought. She looked at him and nodded: "The last time you snatched the 'Purple Yanran' from my hands was to cure the poison in your body?"

Fang Zinan nodded.

"Then did you eat it?"

"You saw the effect. It only delayed the onset of the poison in your body. It's not completely cured." Fang Zinan sighed, he had originally thought that the Purple Yanran would definitely be able to cure the poison in his body.

"In other words, you've been poisoned for a long time now. That way, would ? would you ?" Shang Yiqing did not dare to think further. Could it be that he was really a short-lived ghost?

Fang Zinan laughed coldly: "You guessed right. If I still can't find the antidote, I think I'll soon... "Actually, it's not a big deal. Everyone has to go this way sooner or later anyway."

Shang Yiqing looked at his delicate and pretty face and suddenly felt some sympathy for him. He was still so young, handsome and elegant, with such elegance that even in the modern era, he would still be an exceptional handsome guy. It was sad to think of it. At this moment, she had forgotten all about his past and felt an inexplicable sense of pity for him!

"What are you thinking?" he asked her suddenly.

"Nothing." She hid her sadness and forced a smile.

He smiled faintly. "Actually, you don't have to look at me like that. I don't even care anymore."

Looking at his lightly smiling face, there was an indescribable arrogance and slight worry. In a flash, she understood why he was so unconcerned, so free, so sad. Perhaps it was only because he had seen through everything that had happened that he had done this.

Shang Yiqing lowered his head, unconsciously twining his fingers around a strand of hair, wrapping it around his head and walking around. The side of her face was soft and exquisite, and when Fang Zinan looked at her, he could tell that the originally quiet her was actually somewhat moving. He had neglected her beauty before, and had only seen her brutally rude side. In reality, she was a very attractive woman.