"Princess, this humble official would never deceive you. From His Highness the Prince's pulse, it seems that he has been in poor health since childhood... This is an illness he was born with. In such cases, it's basically impossible to fully recuperate."
Feng Yunshu's face looked rather solemn. In fact, when she was supporting Helan Yanting just now, she quietly felt his pulse, but found that his pulse was rather strange.
At first touch, it did show symptoms of a floating pulse, but as she felt further, there seemed to be another pulse behind this floating one. However, Feng Yunshu couldn't figure out exactly what it was.
The most crucial point was that if Helan Yanting was really as terminally ill as he seemed and his life was about to end, she should have felt a sense of death from his forehead and his whole body. However, none of these signs were present on him.
The so - called living people have the vitality of the living, and those about to die will naturally look lifeless. Although she had no spiritual power, relying on her experience of a hundred years of cultivation, Feng Yunshu was sure that her eyesight was correct.
All these contradictory phenomena made her extremely puzzled. What exactly was wrong with Helan Yanting, and what was the real situation of his body?
The imperial physician saw that Feng Yunshu didn't say a word for a long time. He thought she was worried about Helan Yanting's physical condition. Shaking his head, he sighed, "Princess, life and death are predestined. This humble official will surely do his best to recuperate His Highness the Prince, but the princess should be mentally prepared first."
Feng Yunshu was immersed in complex thoughts and didn't notice what the imperial physician said. She just nodded at the imperial physician and said, "Okay, thank you, imperial physician."
At this moment, the palace was not so peaceful.
Helan Yanting, who had fainted before, suddenly opened his eyes. A dark shadow had appeared in the empty room at some unknown time.
"Your Majesty, are you okay? This eldest miss of the Feng family may have impure motives. Just now in the main hall, she suddenly attacked Your Majesty. Your humble servant and the others didn't even have time to react. We are really derelict in our duties. Please punish us, Your Majesty!"
Helan Yanting glanced in the direction of the door. His face was dark and his expression was hard to read.
"I'm fine. Just now, Feng Yunshu's actions didn't seem to be aimed at taking my life. I'd like to see what her real purpose is. For now, we mustn't alert the enemy."
Just as the master and the servant were talking, they heard the sound of the imperial physician leaving at the door. Helan Yanting gave Yan Qi a look. Yan Qi nodded and then disappeared into the room like a dark shadow.
On this side, after seeing the imperial physician leave, Feng Yunshu turned around and walked back into the palace. She walked straight towards the bedside.
No, it wasn't a good thing for her to be so clueless. Feng Yunshu decided to come back and feel Helan Yanting's pulse again to confirm his physical condition.
As soon as she entered the room, Feng Yunshu faintly smelled a somewhat familiar scent in the air. She immediately looked around, but there was no third person in the huge room except her and Helan Yanting, who was still unconscious on the bed.
What's going on today? Why do I keep having illusions?
Feng Yunshu shook her head and couldn't help sighing. This body without any spiritual power was really troublesome! The days when she couldn't use spiritual power and spells were so troublesome!
Feng Yunshu tried to calm down her somewhat irritable mood. After walking to the bedside, she leaned over and was about to grab Helan Yanting's hand to feel his pulse carefully again.
But who would have thought that just as she stretched out her hand and before she could pick up his hand, Helan Yanting suddenly murmured something on his lips. The next second, his palm suddenly opened and grabbed her wrist.
"Hey, Your Highness the Prince—"
Feng Yunshu was caught off guard and was startled. She was anxious to pull her hand back.
But Helan Yanting had no intention of letting go. Instead, he pulled hard with his hand. Feng Yunshu lost her balance and couldn't control herself. She fell forward.
"Ah!"
In the fraction of a second before falling on Helan Yanting, Feng Yunshu's first thought was not to crush the man to death. Otherwise, she would really be in great trouble!
As a cultivator, in her previous life of nearly a hundred years, she never dared to step on an ant or pinch a flying insect to death. If she really crushed a living life to death, Feng Yunshu intuitively felt that at least ten thunderbolts were waiting for her!
So, in a split - second, her two hands quickly propped up on both sides of Helan Yanting's shoulders. Just like this, she stopped steadily only inches away from him.
It's just—
Wasn't this posture a bit too close?
The two were almost nose to nose. At such a close distance, Feng Yunshu blinked. Helan Yanting's thick black sword - shaped eyebrows and long eyelashes were so clear that she could count each one.
A man with such thick and long eyelashes? And this skin, so fair that it was almost transparent, like a piece of smooth and precious white jade.
At this moment, as a century - old single cultivator, Feng Yunshu felt a bit unbalanced, and her heart couldn't help beating faster.
He was more handsome than a woman. It was really envious!
It was true that God was fair. He gave him such good looks but made him weak and sick since childhood.
On impulse, Feng Yunshu suddenly leaned in and wanted to rub his forehead to see if it was as smooth and warm as it looked.
Just at this moment, Helan Yanting, who had his eyes closed, trembled his eyelashes and suddenly opened his eyes.
Feng Yunshu's mind went blank with a buzzing sound. Her heart skipped a beat, and her brain was completely empty.
Helan Yanting looked at the blushing and flustered woman so close to him. His eyes darkened slightly.
"Madam, are you... taking liberties with Yanting?"
Feng Yunshu quickly shook her head and was in a hurry to get out of bed. But just as she turned her leg, Helan Yanting suddenly lifted his leg. Feng Yunshu was tripped and fell completely on Helan Yanting with a thud.
"Ouch..."
Was this man practicing some kind of indestructible body? Why were the bones in his chest so hard?!
Feng Yunshu felt that her already small chest was really going to be flattened. It was such a disaster!
Immediately afterwards, Helan Yanting coughed continuously, "Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
When he coughed, his chest heaved violently. Feng Yunshu was lying against his chest, and the sound of his cough was magnified dozens of times in her ears, almost deafening.
"Madam, if you... press down one more time, Yanting may..."
This time, Feng Yunshu finally regained her senses. She propped herself up with both hands and quickly got up and jumped out of bed.
"Um... don't misunderstand. I just wanted to cover you with the quilt just now. Who knew you would suddenly reach out and pull me..."
Seeing Helan Yanting looking at her meaningfully, Feng Yunshu was afraid that he would misunderstand and quickly explained.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Helan Yanting was still coughing. Feng Yunshu immediately turned around, poured a cup of tea at the table and handed it to Helan Yanting. "Your Highness the Prince, drink some water first to calm down. Don't be anxious."
After drinking the water, Helan Yanting's cough gradually subsided. He looked at Feng Yunshu with innocent and aggrieved eyes. "Does Madam dislike Yanting for being too weak..."
Facing such eyes, anyone would probably soften their hearts.
Feng Yunshu quickly shook her head. "Your Highness, what are you saying? How could Yunshu dislike Your Highness? I'm just worried about Your Highness's life and safety."
"Then why did Madam suddenly stab Yanting in the main hall just now?"