Taking everyone's expressions into his eyes, Rong Yue casually bounced his nails, smiled again, and said.

"Tonight, Your Highness Qingchen committed suicide without cutting his wrist. The reason why he summoned the imperial doctor in the palace was that he had excessive drinking, had a rash on his body, and had a high fever that could not subside. He might be in danger of his life-threatening—"

“…everyone, do you understand?”

Everyone was in a panic and in a uniform manner, and nodded frequently like a chicken pecking at the rice.

"I understand! I understand!"

-

Inside the hall.

Bai Mo didn't know that she was as beautiful as a flower, and the loyal Prime Minister had already dealt with the group outside, and might have a broken mouth and leaked secrets, which would have a bad impact on her beautiful image of the empress, and even if it was passed into the ears of the grassland messenger, the female imperial doctors who aroused the suspicion of the Ninth Prince Xiao Ti.

Because at this moment, Bai Mo's attention was completely on Feng Qingchen's body.

Feng Qingchen's appearance completely inherited the beauty of the late emperor and Feng Jun, and was vaguely similar to his original body, Feng Qinghuang's father's compatriot.

Feng Qinghuang and Feng Qingchen have a similar face. The former is the dignity and majesty that rule the world, while the latter is now... the weak and pitiful.

People are similar but their hearts are different.

When Bai Mo looked at Feng Qingchen, he held a noble and cool face throughout the whole process, and it never changed from beginning to end.

Feng Qingchen's face was as pale as snow paper, and his lips were pale due to excessive blood loss, calling out: "Sister Emperor, Sister Emperor, do you really want to marry Qingchen, your only legitimate brother to a barbarian land like Mobei?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Mo's cold face finally showed a little expression.

She sneered her lips and smiled sarcastically, very cold: "If you make such a big deal tonight, just to ask this meaningless question, I really doubt your IQ as a prince!"

He accidentally raised a modern word, and Bai Mo knew that Yi Feng Qingchen's IQ would definitely not understand, so he distorted the true meaning of "IQ" in an understatement, and even mocked him.

"Oh, by the way, IQ means whether you have a brain or not!"

Feng Qingchen's face turned paler. Although he knew that the person in front of him was no longer as good as before, he still felt unbearable to him.

Feng Qingchen struggled to get up. When he knelt on the cold obsidian floor with difficulty, his fair and smooth forehead was already sweating from the pain.

Bai Mo never stepped forward, never helped each other, never spoke, but just looked at it silently from beginning to end.

There is no one else in this hall, so she doesn't have to pretend to be in love with siblings.

Feng Qingchen was in great pain and held back the tears from his eyes. He had always been delicate and precious, so he had never suffered such injuries?

If it was the past, if it was the past...

His sister must have felt very distressed for a long time, so he agreed to any request!

Feng Qingchen knelt at Bai Mo's feet, stretched out the hand that cut his wrist and wounded himself around the white veil, stepped forward and grabbed the hem of the phoenix skirt symbolizing the supreme imperial power, and begged with no prince's dignity.

"Sister Emperor, I don't want to marry a place like Mobei. Qingchen already has a lover. Please ask the Sister Emperor to help Qingchen!"

"oh?"

An interesting voice came slowly from the top of his head, "Who is Qingchen's sweetheart? Tell me-"

With a long-lost gentle voice, Feng Qingchen saw a glimmer of hope.
Chapter completed!