It seems that blood is messed up, which will lead to a significant reduction in identity or a lack of God's blessing.

Yuan Qingling did not answer the queen's words. In fact, she was exhausted and almost collapsed.

When the queen saw that she ignored her, she became more angry, but the emperor believed her and she had no choice.

On the fifth day in the palace, perhaps God saw Lian, and Yuan Qingling was almost in a state of disgrace, which finally improved the situation of the Eighth Prince.

He really woke up, and he opened his eyes and kept looking at Yuan Qingling.

Yuan Qingling smiled and stepped back.

The queen rushed over and hugged him naturally cried.

The palace maid came over to help the queen away. The imperial doctor stepped forward and finally said happily to Emperor Mingyuan: "It's stable, it's stable."

Emperor Mingyuan held everyone away, leaving only Yuan Qingling in the hall.

The queen was very puzzled, but she could only follow the order and wait for it first.

Yuan Qingling's heart was also pounding.

He knew that the emperor wanted to do the final verification.

This verification may be because he has not believed in Lao Wu.

Or maybe, he wants to completely restore the innocence of Lao Wu.

But no matter what, you have to ask.

What she was worried about was that the eighth prince had just woken up, and whether he still had that memory? And whether he had a misunderstanding?

Emperor Mingyuan's hand stroked the eighth prince's face, and even pampered and felt distressed, "Good boy, does it still hurt?"

"It hurts!" said the eighth prince, his voice was very small and he had no strength at all.

"Be good, bear it for a while, and you won't hurt." Emperor Mingyuan comforted him.

"It hurts!" The eighth prince said.

Emperor Mingyuan looked back at Yuan Qingling, "Is there any pain relief medicine?"

"I gave it to you." Yuan Qingling said.

Emperor Mingyuan held the eighth prince's hand, "Did you hear it? I gave the painkiller and it won't hurt in a while."

The eighth prince didn't say anything, turned his eyes to look at Yuan Qingling.

Yuan Qingling stepped forward a little and gave him an encouraging look.

Emperor Mingyuan asked softly: "Chang'er, tell your father, who hurt you?"

The eighth prince frowned and thought for a moment. His pale face was almost transparent, as fragile as a man made of sand.

"Fifth Brother..."

These two words were spit out from his lips. Yuan Qingling was so shocked that his head was blown open, and his heart suddenly rushed into the air, floating, and he couldn't even control his breathing.

Emperor Mingyuan's face remained unchanged and continued to whisper, "Well, what's wrong with Brother Fifth?"

The eighth prince said: "If you reach out and grab the fifth brother, it's not the fifth brother. Xiao Dezi fell down and I'm bleeding here."

He retracted his hand and touched his wound, tears in his eyes, "It hurts."

Yuan Qingling almost fell to the ground. Alas, this is so scared that he would be scared to death if he had less effort.

Emperor Mingyuan comforted with a smile, "Okay, the imperial doctor has another purple gold elixir. My father ordered someone to take it for you. How many days apart can I take another one. This purple gold elixir was given to you by your ninth brother."

"Ninth Brother!" The eighth prince raised his voice slightly, "Ninth Brother, I want Ninth Brother."
Chapter completed!