On the wedding night of rebirth, the sickly prince was captured by me

Chapter 52
The poison used by the side concubine was already very complicated, and he couldn't solve it, but now another more complicated poison appeared in his body, and he was simply helpless.

He will come to this point sooner, he will not choose to partner with the side concubine to deceive the prince.

King Jin is more noble than the crown prince, if he is no longer used in the future, then he...

"My lord..." Yue Sichun knelt down in front of Mu Jinchuan, thinking about the timing, sobbed to Mu Jinchuan:
"My lord, it's my concubine's fault. My concubine's jealousy of the lord's mind is all on the wangfei, so... I figured out a way to poison myself, so that the lord can care about me more."

"It's my concubine's fault. I shouldn't use this method to frame the concubine, and I shouldn't deceive the prince."

Hearing these words, Mu Jinchuan tugged at his collar a little irritably, and his face darkened. He looked deeply at Yue Sichun who was kneeling in front of him, and he felt a little strange.

Since when did she change?
Or did she never know her?
"I have lived in the palace since I was a child, and you love me very much, but I have never stayed in Xiangxue Pavilion. I feel wronged in my heart..." Yue Sichun cried and explained, his thin body was crumbling, as if the next Seconds will pass out.

He closed his eyes for a while, opened them again, and then said, "Do you know how much the princess has spent on those medicinal herbs?"

No matter what Chu Luoyi said, he forcefully eradicated her.

It was only because Yue Sichun was in poor health.

Thinking of this, a mocking smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.

No wonder Chu Luoyi dared to make such a sure bet with herself. It turned out that she knew that Yue Sichun was poisoned.

Hearing Mu Jinchuan's words, Yue Sichun was stunned for a moment, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, he looked up at the man in front of him in disbelief.

She looks like this, the prince still only has that bitch's herb in his heart.

The grievance in my heart could no longer be suppressed, and while weeping, I grabbed the corner of Mu Jinchuan's clothes and said:
"Since the concubine entered the mansion, you have become more and more alienated from me. I am not that vicious person. When you wanted to destroy those medicine fields, I also stopped you."

Seeing Mu Jinchuan's godlike face seemed to be covered with a layer of snowflakes, as if indifferent to everything, Yue Sichun felt even more sad. She couldn't bear to let him look at her like a passerby.

"My lord..." Yue Sichun was already weak, and he had been tortured by the poison these past few days, his eyes turned black, and he passed out from crying.

"Side concubine!" Wutong exclaimed and ran over.

Mu Jinchuan sighed, leaned over and picked her up, and put her on the bed in the room.

"Go and call the doctor."

"Yes."

Looking at the unconscious person on the bed, Mu Jinchuan's expression was a bit complicated when he thought about all the past. He always treated Yue Sichun as his younger sister, and because she was the orphan of his master, he always treated her with special preference.

Since when did she change?

Soon, the doctor came in a hurry, took out the small pillow in the medicine box, and took her pulse seriously.

After a while, the doctor withdrew his hand, frowned and said: "The next official found out that the side concubine has already taken the antidote, if she rests well, she should be able to recover soon, but..."

"But what?" Mu Jinchuan's voice was very deep.

"The lower official found out that the side concubine was poisoned after taking the antidote, and there were two kinds of poison?" Yizheng didn't dare to hide anything.

"After taking the antidote for the first time, I continued to take the same type of poison, so that the detoxification was unsuccessful. During this period, I was poisoned by a similar poison, which caused the toxin in the body to become more and more serious."

Hearing this, the imperial physician kneeling on the ground turned pale.

Wutong, who was waiting by the side, even lowered his head and dared not speak.

(End of this chapter)