When Dan'er came in, she saw Mo Qinghuan standing alone behind the screen, covering her face and in a daze.
"Miss, His Highness the Prince sent this servant to comb your hair."
Only then did Mo Qinghuan come to her senses. She composed herself, walked out from behind the screen, and pretended as if nothing had happened.
She sat in front of the bronze mirror. Dan'er skillfully combed her hair into a bun. Suddenly, several guards rushed in. She turned her head abruptly, and the hairpin in Dan'er's hand almost poked her.
"What are you doing?" Just as she asked this question, Mu Yanming walked in and sat down at the table. "You all go and carry the screen out first."
Mo Qinghuan watched as those people walked up to the screen and carefully carried it out.
Dan'er put the hairpin in her hair. She walked up to Mu Yanming. "Actually, there's no need for that."
Mu Yanming looked up at her. "Then what if you accidentally get your hair caught again next time?"
Dan'er looked at her in confusion, and several guards also cast strange looks at her. She forced a smile awkwardly and gritted her teeth. "No way. Am I that clumsy?"
Mu Yanming just smiled but said nothing. The guards carried the screen into the yard and came over to ask what to do with it.
"Who designed this screen?" He asked, his face gloomy, looking at the guards.
The guards lowered their heads and dared not speak, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
Bai Ke leaned against the doorframe and slowly told the origin of the screen.
"Your Highness, have you forgotten? This screen was personally carved and sent by Master Ban, a renowned carving master in Li State, when you were first enfeoffed as the Regent Prince to congratulate you on moving into this new residence."
Hearing this, Mo Qinghuan thought that since the screen was well - known in the state, it must have a great background. So she sat in front of Mu Yanming and watched how he was going to deal with this screen.
Mu Yanming lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at Bai Ke. Bai Ke knew he had said something wrong, so he lifted his forehead and lowered his head.
"You like it? Then carry it to your room."
Hearing this, Bai Ke's eyes lit up. He immediately raised his head again. "Really? Your Highness, are you giving it to this subordinate?"
Mu Yanming gave him a cold look, and he immediately happily told the guards to carry the screen to his room.
Mu Yanming put down his teacup and looked at Mo Qinghuan. "We can start now."
Mo Qinghuan tilted her head and nodded. She looked back at Dan'er, who immediately lowered her head and wisely retreated.
She stood up and walked towards the cabinet where the medicine box was placed. She took the medicine box off the shelf, opened it, and reached in. It seemed that she was taking something, but in fact, she was silently chanting in her heart to activate the medical and poison space.
With a thought, she felt a syringe in her hand. She also took a cotton ball soaked in disinfectant alcohol, then put the medicine box back and returned to Mu Yanming's side.
Mu Yanming watched her actions without saying a word. She put the syringe on the table. When her hand reached Mu Yanming's collar, she suddenly stopped.
"Why did you stop?" Mu Yanming frowned and looked at her.
"Oh, it's nothing. Please loosen your clothes a bit, Your Highness, and expose your upper arm."
She lowered her eyes and prepared the cotton ball soaked in alcohol, waiting for Mu Yanming to adjust his clothes. But when she looked up at Mu Yanming, she found that he didn't move.
Mu Yanming just looked at her. A sense of annoyance suddenly welled up in his heart. Did she have such intimate contact with others when she treated them before?
Seeing that he didn't move, Mo Qinghuan gritted her teeth and decided to do it herself. After all, at this moment, she was the doctor and he was the patient.
She wasn't trying to take advantage of him. There was no reason for her to be shy.
So she reached for Mu Yanming's waist. She loosened his belt first, then pulled at his collar to expose his arm.
She picked up the syringe and wiped his shoulder with the cotton ball soaked in alcohol. Mu Yanming first felt a cool sensation, and then a feeling like an ant bite on his shoulder. Mo Qinghuan slowly pushed the liquid in the syringe into Mu Yanming's blood.
Then she slowly pulled out the needle. "Press it."
Mu Yanming obediently raised his hand to press the cotton ball. His eyes were full of curiosity. He wondered where Mo Qinghuan got these strange things.
It seemed that there were still many secrets about this little girl that he didn't know.
Mo Qinghuan packed up her things and helped Mu Yanming tidy up his clothes. Just as her hand reached Mu Yanming's waist, Lu Zixiu's voice suddenly came from behind.
"Your Highness, I'm sorry. I saw the door was open, so I came in." He covered his face with a fan.
Bai Ke, who had just finished arranging the screen, also rushed over. Seeing Lu Zixiu standing at the door, he asked him why he didn't come in while stretching his neck to look inside.
He saw a flash of white and swallowed his saliva. But accidentally, he choked on his own saliva. So he pounded on his chest and coughed hard, trying to cover up his rude behavior just now.
Mo Qinghuan was also so embarrassed that she stood there like a statue. In contrast, Mu Yanming seemed like nothing had happened. Mu Yanming squeezed the cotton ball in his palm and began to tidy up his clothes. After that, he stood up, walked up to Lu Zixiu, and asked, "Zixiu, what do you want to talk to this king about?"
Only then did Lu Zixiu take away the fan covering his face. He forced a smile awkwardly. "After this commotion, I actually forgot what I wanted to tell Your Highness."
He walked up to Bai Ke, put his arm on Bai Ke's shoulder, and said, "Bai Ke, haven't you had breakfast yet? Let's go together."
"Ah, okay, let's go together." Bai Ke and Lu Zixiu winked at each other and left the yard.
Only Mu Yanming and Mo Qinghuan were left. Seeing that everyone had left, Mo Qinghuan walked up to Mu Yanming. "The medicine will take effect soon. Let's go have breakfast first."
The two walked towards the dining hall. Just halfway there, Mu Yanming's body started to react.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. His breathing became a bit rapid, and his chest felt stuffy, as if there was a ball of cotton blocking it.
After walking two more steps, he felt his steps becoming unsteady. He secretly tried to adjust his internal energy, but it felt like a needle was pricking his chest and he couldn't catch his breath.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that his steps had slowed down, Mo Qinghuan walked back to his side. "Are you starting to feel uncomfortable?"
Mu Yanming just looked at her with a gloomy face. Seeing his dark - faced look, Mo Qinghuan suddenly laughed. "Let me help you."
"Someone, quickly invite the imperial physician!" Just as she helped Mu Yanming, she shouted, sounding as if she was really nervous.
The butler, Bai Ke, and Lu Zixiu heard the sound and all rushed over.
When Bai Ke saw Mu Yanming, he was greatly shocked. He came over and pushed Mo Qinghuan away, then supported Mu Yanming.
Mo Qinghuan didn't expect Bai Ke to push her. She lost her balance, took two steps back, and almost fell. Fortunately, Lu Zixiu caught her.
"Your Highness, how are you?"
Bai Ke supported Mu Yanming anxiously and walked towards the room. When passing by Mo Qinghuan, he gave her a glare.
That look seemed to be warning her that if anything happened to the prince, he would definitely not let her off!