CHAPTER 223: CHAPTER 152: WHERE’S MY SOFT AND CUDDLY LITTLE SWEETHEART?

The Little Princess was so frightened she was nearly collapsing, and in the middle of the night, she sent for a doctor.

She even asked Banlai to take the Death Exemption Token and enter the palace to inform her prospective mother-in-law.

Ayimu had actually been aware of her son’s movements for some time.

She was awake in the middle of the night, worried and unable to sleep, pondering her son’s next move and whether he might need her help.

Ayimu knew her son too well; no matter what, he could never treat the war between the two nations as a game.

Therefore, he was waiting.

Finally, when the drum sounded at dawn, she saw Banlai holding the Death Exemption Token.

Ayimu pretended to be unaware of the situation, and after hearing the news, she feigned fainting dramatically.

Asher hurriedly supported her from behind, sobbing, "Master, how about going out of the palace to take a look? You can’t rest like this!"

Ayimu put on a cloak and started running towards the Queen’s palace.

Because today is the first day of the month, and according to the rules, the King must rest in the Queen’s palace on the first and fifteenth of every month.

But after the Barbarian General caused such a commotion, the Queen lost a valuable aide, and even her dear son had his hand broken. Who could sleep through this?

In the dead of night, the Queen’s palace was in chaos.

All the Imperial Physicians were treating Yelyu Yao’s hand...

Ayimu saw wave after wave of Imperial Physicians entering and exiting the Queen’s palace, and her feet suddenly stopped.

Asher came up behind her, gently placing a hand on her back, "Master, haven’t you already found a way out? Don’t be distressed. Today you saw it too; the General has someone protecting him now. That Great Xia Princess will never let the General suffer.

Otherwise, in the middle of the night, even if the General had major issues, he wouldn’t come knocking...

The General, even though he seems to be very filial on the surface, always carries a sense of distance in that filial piety.

No matter what happens to him, no matter if he’s on the brink of death, he will wait until he ’resurrects’ before notifying the master...

Tonight, she thought the Master would be worried in vain again, but unexpectedly, they’ve been awaited.

This is a mother and son!

How can they be so polite and still have a connection?

Asher was happy for the Master, feeling more and more that the Great Xia Princess genuinely cared for the General.

Not only for the General but even for the Master, she treats her sincerely, even working hard to improve their mother-son relationship...

After hearing Asher’s words, Ayimu wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, "Yes, if that damn old man doesn’t care for my son, now someone cares for him like a precious jewel; who is he to count?!

Pooh! I couldn’t care less! Today, I really want to act like a shrew! If that old fool has any ambition, he’d put me to death!"

Ayimu quickly barged into the Queen’s palace, where soon the cacophony of women quarreling and a middle-aged man’s angry roar emerged...

This commotion quickly reached the General Mansion.

When the team of Imperial Physicians arrived at the General Mansion earlier than Yelyu Lie anticipated, he lay on the couch, looking as pale as a dying patient...

Well, how to put it.

The General has spent years on the battlefield enduring the harsh sun and wind; his skin is darker than ordinary Bianliao people, but right now... he looks a bit ashen, like... cough... like someone who’s run out of breath.

A dozen Imperial Physicians were quite frightened.

The last time they came to the General Mansion, it was because the Great Xia Princess was in bad shape; this time, it’s the General!

Could this Great Xia Princess be... unfortunate?

Rumor has it that the Holy Daughter, who could protect Bianliao and the General, died in this very courtyard.

Look at this, one trouble after another is unfolding!

It’s so unlucky!

Really unlucky!

No matter how beautiful she looks, this is an ill omen!

You see, she even fostered a White Wolf in her courtyard, which is simply... incomprehensible!

The dozen Imperial Physicians instinctively stood on the opposite side of Yun Chunnuan, their gazes towards her were not quite right.

However, they were truly dedicated to treating the General.

After all, he is the guardian god of the territory!

If not for the Mighty General, Bianliao would have long been finished!

Yet, when the highly respected elderly Imperial Physician from the Imperial Hospital first examined the wound, he felt something was off.

According to the Princess Consort’s account, the General was stabbed by the King, almost costing him his life.

But this wound...

This wound...

The elderly Imperial Physician frowned tightly as he studied the wound carefully; as he did so, the Little Princess, who had been sobbing non-stop since they’d entered the room, staggered forward from the other side.

Sitting beside the couch, she held a handkerchief in one hand and clutched the shoulder of the unconscious man lying on the couch with the other, "Husband! Boo-hoo! Imperial Physician, is my husband going to die? He’s lost so much blood! So, so much blood!"

The elderly Imperial Physician felt a headache from her crying.

He glanced at the General’s clothes, indeed stained with a lot of semi-dried blood.

Yet this wound truly wasn’t very deep!

Why, when the Princess Consort went to the Queen to cause a stir, the King feared and stopped treating the Prince’s illness, immediately dispatching all of them to the General Mansion.

"Is my husband very serious?" The Little Princess raised her tear-filled phoenix eyes.

Her dark eyes stared unblinkingly at the elderly Imperial Physician, giving him a mysterious sense of coercion.

Just as he was about to respond, his wrist resting on the couch was suddenly gripped tightly by a large hand as if with iron pincers.

The elderly Imperial Physician looked down at the hand, then abruptly raised his eyes to the man still lying unconscious on the couch.

In an instant...

He understood everything.

In the palace, who isn’t sharp-eyed with a hundred and eight openings?

Otherwise, say one wrong word, and you’d lose your head!

The elderly Imperial Physician regretted it, realizing he shouldn’t have been the first to step forward!

There are still plenty of Imperial Hospital staff waiting to diagnose the General; how should he respond?!