Reborn in the Prime Minister's Manor at 2:00

  "Feng Daifu, my family's young... miss, is there still hope for her?" In front of Zhu Hong's intricately carved wooden bed, Xiang Si was covered in tears.

  "The young lady is not dead, she's just in shock. If we can stop the bleeding, her life should be out of danger." Feng Qingwu couldn't believe it, with so much blood lost and such severe injuries, this delicate young lady had actually survived.

  The person lying in bed seemed to be awakened by this conversation, and uncomfortably twisted their small head, with their originally knitted eyebrows becoming even more tightly locked.

  At dawn, the sound of three thousand people was disturbing to myself. I wanted to open my mouth and ask them to shut up, but found that my throat was sore and hoarse, unable to speak.

  She slowly opened her autumn water double pupils, and saw a little maid with two flat braids, wearing light blue narrow sleeves and a crescent skirt, looking at her with joy.

  "Miss, miss, you're awake. It's all my fault for not protecting you well, I'm sorry, miss." Xiangsi saw that the miss had come to and her tears flowed even more, blaming herself for being careless and not seeing through their trick of luring the tiger away from its mountain, which nearly cost Xiaoxin her life.

  At dawn, Sanqian opened her blurry eyes to gaze at the delicate maid in front of her. What was this getup? After a brief moment of regaining her composure, she subtly shifted her eyeballs and swept the entire room with her peripheral vision, which made her usual calmness falter for an instant.

  The pale yellow canopy, embroidered with white cranes on the painted screen, the intricately carved ancient-colored chairs, and the light gauze window frames made Cold Like's body involuntarily tense up. This, this was not even in the Presidential Palace of Yemen, she could even determine that it was not in modern times.

  What's wrong?

  "Miss, are you still uncomfortable somewhere?" Xiang Si looked at the delicate hand grasping her own, and saw that Big Sister's hand was pinching herself with force, as if extremely uneasy.

  "The young lady has just regained consciousness. After all, she suffered a severe head injury and needs rest." Feng Qingyu stood up from the bedside to answer Xiang Si's doubts.

  Leng Ruyu raised her eyes and quietly sized up the doctor, who had a clean and clear face, with a head of black hair neatly tied back, wearing a plain colored brocade robe, looking neither arrogant nor humble.

  What a young doctor!

  It was just when Leng Ruyan was sizing up Feng Qingmo that Feng Qingmo leaned down, her clear eyes catching Leng Ruyan's gaze. She smiled slightly and said: "Can the young lady open her mouth and let me take a closer look at her vocal cords, just in case there are any lingering problems."

  Leng Ruyu's eyes were caught and she didn't dodge, instead opening her autumn water-like eyes wide to look at his face, using her years of experience to analyze whether this person was good or bad.

  When she heard his words, Leng Ruyan cooperated very well and opened her small mouth. This strange environment made her feel a little inexplicable, but her professional instincts told her that she must remain calm and observe the changes quietly. When you don't know what's going on, it's best to keep your mouth shut, as speaking too much can lead to mistakes.

  Feng Qingyu merely took a cursory glance before straightening up, tilting her head slightly with a thoughtful expression.

  "Feng Daifu, does Xiaojie have any other problems?" Seeing Feng Qing's thoughtful expression, Xiang Si anxiously asked, but hopefully there won't be any aftereffects, Xiaojie has already suffered enough.

  Feng Qingyu turned her head to glance at Leng Ruyuan, just about to speak, when a shrill cry came from outside: "Young Mistress, you'd better hurry up, the Old Master is already waiting and getting impatient. If you're late, don't blame me for not reminding you."

  Upon hearing this cry, Xiang Si involuntarily shuddered twice. Today the Emperor had sent two princes to their residence, and she had thought it was an opportunity for her mistress, but unexpectedly it ended up making her mistress become like this instead.

  Miss Ke is now in such a state, how can she attend the banquet? This Old Zhao is someone who often appears before Master, and has specially run here to remind her, fearing that Master will be truly enraged.

  "The young lady has lost too much blood and shouldn't move around." Feng Qingru frowned in disapproval, but it was someone else's family matter after all, so he didn't intervene. He stood up, picked up the medicine box, and said to Xiang Si, "This is the prescription, you can go get the medicine when you have time."

  He walked to the door and suddenly turned back: "Young lady, you should be able to speak now."