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"Make way!"

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, the citizens of the King's City saw the gates to Molda's Courtyard open. The elderly yet sturdy Steward Cong led a dozen or so servants out of the house, and each of them mounted a horse and galloped off. The sharp and clear sound of the horses' hooves hitting the paving stones sounded in his ears, giving him a faint feeling of rushing to battle.

Immediately, some people raised their heads and whispered to each other.

"Strange, why is Housekeeper Cong doing so early in the morning?"

"He actually rushed in so quickly, it's like something big happened."

A certain audience began to spread out the citizens as they stroked their chins to make their guesses. However, it was just a guess. When they turned back to ask, "Hey, tell me, what other major matters do you have in this general's residence?"

The rest of the crowd did not say a word, staring at the smoke and dust in their line of sight.

He only saw that at the end of the bustling restaurant, the ten horses had finally stopped and stopped at the entrance of a huge memorial archway. The gigantic stone tower was like a legendary god, standing there majestically, looking down at the group of stewards who were like sesame seeds and millet.

Housekeeper Cong raised his head and looked at the clear declaration on the memorial archway. He said: 'We've arrived at the Prince of the South's Mansion' before he dismounted from his horse and led his men forward. They ran for about ten meters. As he hit him, he shouted.

"Open the door!"

Not long after. There were people coming from the Prince of South's estate. Who were they standing at the entrance to ask?

Steward Cong was on the verge of being beaten up by someone! Who were these people? General Molda's men are all so lax? Could it be that he had lived too long? Angry and anxious, he coldly threw me out!

The person inside the door looked again through the slit. "Aiyo!" He hastily pulled the door latch, sending Butler Cong inside.

"Hurry, hurry, tell His Royal Highness that a person from General Molda's residence has arrived! Hurry up and prepare the tea service! "

However, the anxious Steward Cong kicked the man aside and led his servants inside!

"Find the imperial physician for me first!"

"Yes!" The ten or so non-humankind servants acknowledged him, rushing into the courtyard like wolves into sheep's land. He would beat anyone who tried to stop him!

In less than five minutes, most of the men in the Southern Prince's Residence had already fallen. For a moment, the entire Southern Prince's Estate was in chaos. From the entrance to the corridor, all sorts of postures could be seen lying on the floor, some with their hands covering their stomachs while others covering their foreheads. Some lay on artificial mountains, others hung from trees. When the wind blew, the ground rustled, giving off a sinister vibe.

The legendary imperial physician was still nowhere to be seen.

Murong Nan was Mu Xiu today. So I woke up early in the morning and put on my civilian clothes and played in the backyard with my beloved concubine in my arms. The two of them held a Rainflower Stone and threw it towards the mirror-like flower pond, comparing who had more water.

Murong Nan's beloved concubine was an extremely seductive woman. Her breasts were broad and her waist was slender. She was also wearing a bright pink dress. With a plop, the stone fell into the water. She then covered her mouth and gently called out, "Prince, you lost!" Her bare chest trembled as if she were carrying two live rabbits.

"If your concubine loses, you have to accept This King's punishment!"

Murong Nan happily threw a stone, held onto his beloved concubine and pressed it against the fake mountain next to the lake. He was extremely anxious as he prepared to do something.

The result!

At such a critical moment, Steward Cong's non-humankind servants barged in! Where was the imperial physician? Where was the imperial physician?

Afterwards, they all stopped in their tracks. Dozens of gazes circled around Murong Nan, all of them focusing on the disheveled concubine. Tick, tap! Ten droplets of saliva fell from his mouth, and his face that was filled with the grace of a foreign race showed a faithful desire!

Ah!

Murong Nan watched helplessly as his beloved concubine instantly shook off her sweet expression and screamed out!

"Where are you from?"

Murong Nan was furious when he saw this! He put his hands on his hips and shouted, "I'm the Southern Prince!" What are you bandits trying to do when you barge into my house?

In the end, the leading non-humankind servant walked over casually, "Shut up!" Clang, he knocked out Murong Nan's beloved concubine, then turned around and stared at Murong Nan as he bent his waist and made an impolite gesture, asking arrogantly.

"Lord Prince!" General Mordor's slave, 49, is dying of illness, and has ordered us to come to your house and ask the imperial physician to treat him. If you don't mind, can you tell us where the imperial physician is staying? "