After the people left, Bai Ke walked up to Mo Qinghuan. Seeing that Mo Qinghuan had been looking in the direction where the black - clothed man had left, he asked, "Princess Consort, who do you think that black - clothed man resembles?"
Mo Qinghuan shook her head. "I just feel he's familiar, but I can't remember who he is."
Jing Hua scratched his head and nudged Bai Ke with his shoulder. "Brother, don't you think he looks like..."
"Princess Consort, something terrible has happened!" Eunuch Shu ran over, looking extremely anxious. "Your Highness, please come with this old servant quickly. His Highness the Prince is injured."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she rushed towards the tent.
Jing Hua and Bai Ke also followed.
Eunuch Shu only took a quick breath and then hurriedly followed.
When they reached the tent, Mu Yanming stood with his hands behind his back, his face grim as he stared at the assassins being escorted by the imperial guards.
She rushed up to him, her eyes filled with worry. "Where are you injured? Let me take a look quickly."
He reached out and stroked her head. "It's the Prince of Qi who's injured, not me."
Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.
Then he turned to the black - clothed man. "Speak! Who sent you?"
His voice was so cold that it sent shivers down one's spine.
The black - clothed man gave a sinister smile. He bit down gently, and a bitter taste trickled down his throat. With a muffled groan, blood oozed from the corner of his lips.
"Watch out! He's trying to take poison," Bai Ke shouted.
"I'll handle it," Mo Qinghuan rushed forward. With lightning speed, she activated her space and took out a syringe. She injected it into the man. The syringe contained an antidote, but it couldn't instantly neutralize the poison in his body.
He still fainted, but before losing consciousness, he struggled and glared at Mo Qinghuan menacingly.
Mu Yanming's eyes were as sharp as knives. He wished he could skin the black - clothed man alive. He stepped forward, helped Mo Qinghuan up, and pulled her into his arms. Then he turned and walked into the tent.
As he passed by Bai Ke, he said casually, "Dig out his eyeballs for me."
Mo Qinghuan didn't catch what he said. She looked at Mu Yanming. "What did you say?"
The corners of his lips twitched slightly. He dispelled the chill around him and said softly, "It's nothing. The Prince of Qi has an arrow in his chest. Go and check on him quickly."
She let out an "oh" and walked into the tent.
When the Emperor saw Mo Qinghuan coming, he stepped aside from the couch.
"Quick, take a look," she glanced at the man who looked exactly like her uncle and sat down beside the couch.
She began to examine Mu Yichen's injury. She tore open the clothes on his chest and gently pressed around the arrow wound. After confirming the situation, she looked up at the Emperor. "Your Majesty, the arrow the Prince was hit with is too close to his heart. Removing the arrow is extremely dangerous and may even endanger his life."
Hearing this, the Emperor turned to Eunuch Shu. "Where are they? Why hasn't the person I sent to fetch the imperial physicians come back yet?"
Eunuch Shu was also sweating profusely. He bowed and flattered, "Your Majesty, they'll be here soon. Please calm down and take care of your imperial body."
Mu Yanming looked down at Mo Qinghuan. "How confident are you?"
Mo Qinghuan pursed her lips and smiled. "One hundred percent."
He smiled too. "Then why did you say that to the Emperor?"
She looked up at Mu Yanming. "It's nothing. I just wanted to see if the high - and - mighty Emperor could still stay calm in this situation. But the Emperor is also human. I really didn't expect that he seems to care quite a bit about his son."
Just then, five or six imperial physicians entered the tent, carrying their medicine chests. They knelt in front of the Emperor in unison.
"We pay our respects to Your Majesty."
He waved his hand impatiently. "Get up quickly. Go and check on the Prince of Qi."
The physicians came to the Prince's bedside. By now, the blood on his chest had started to dry.
After the examination, they knelt on the ground again in unison.
"Your Majesty, we're deeply afraid. The arrow is too close to the Prince's heart. It's really too dangerous to remove it forcefully."
The Emperor walked to Mu Yichen's bedside. A flash of pain crossed his eyes. Although it was only for a moment, Mo Qinghuan caught a glimpse of a father's look towards his son.
Just as she was about to step forward, Mu Yefeng rushed ahead. "Your Majesty, I'd like to recommend someone who can save Brother."
The Emperor looked at Mu Yefeng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"Who?"
Mu Yefeng walked up to Mo Qinghuan. "It's Sister - in - law."
The Emperor seemed a bit incredulous. He sized Mo Qinghuan up and down, his tone somewhat disdainful.
"You heard what she just said, didn't you?"
Mu Yefeng smiled faintly. "Your Majesty, have you forgotten? When it was discovered that there were traces of poison in my body before, these imperial physicians also said that there was no cure for me. But now, Sister - in - law has almost cleared the poison from my body."
The Emperor doted on Mu Yefeng. Hearing what he said, he even momentarily forgot about Mu Yichen lying on the bed.
He walked up to Mu Yefeng, held his arms with both hands, and sized him up from all directions. "Indeed, you do look much better."
He turned to the head physician. "You! Come here!"
The imperial physician bowed his head and walked up to the Emperor. "Your Majesty."
"Quick, take Feng'er's pulse."
The head physician held Mu Yefeng's wrist and carefully felt his pulse. At first, he didn't believe what Mu Yefeng said.
But as soon as his hand touched Mu Yefeng's pulse, he found that what he said was true.
"Your Highness the Prince of Cheng, are you saying that it was the Princess Consort who helped you get rid of the poison?"
Mu Yefeng lifted his chin proudly.
"Yes."
The head physician walked up to Mo Qinghuan and humbly asked, "I wonder if this lowly official can ask Your Highness a few questions."
She smiled faintly. "I don't deserve such an honor. We can just exchange ideas. But right now, the most urgent thing is to remove the arrow for the Prince of Qi."
"If there's anything I can help with, just say so. I can be Your Highness's assistant," the head physician smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes bunching up.
"No need. I don't like having people around when I'm saving someone." She looked at Mu Yanming.
Mu Yanming gave her a reassuring look.
"Your Majesty, please issue an order to have everyone in the tent leave. They can come back after my Princess Consort has removed the arrow."
The Emperor looked at Mo Qinghuan. The meaning was obvious. His haughty expression was exactly the same as Mu Yanming's, as if to say, if you don't leave, I won't save the person.
"Everyone, retreat."
After everyone had left the tent, Mo Qinghuan silently recited a spell in her heart and took out an anesthetic syringe first.
Just as she was about to inject it into Mu Yichen, he asked, "Sister - in - law, are you really sure you can cure me? I feel like I'm about to die."
She removed the cap from the syringe, took a cotton swab to disinfect the area, and was about to inject it.
Mu Yichen said, "Sister - in - law, if you save my life today, I'll surely repay you in the future."
She sneered. "I'm saving you because you're brothers with Mu Yanming. Remember this, okay?"
He let out an "um" and closed his eyes, biting his teeth tightly.
It felt like a mosquito bite. Before long, he fell asleep.
Only then did Mo Qinghuan take out all the things she needed and arrange them neatly on the bedside table.
She began to perform the operation to remove the arrow.
This was Mo Qinghuan's first operation since she crossed over to this world, and it was carried out under such simple conditions.