Raiders of His Royal Highness

"Your body is no longer suitable for use of force. You could use light power in the past, but it's best not to use it in the future. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that you will live to twenty-five."

"But my medicine is almost done. When you take it, you can prolong your life a little bit."

The old monk glanced at Huaining on the side, and ordered: "Don't let your master use force in the future. After taking the medicine, as long as you take good care of it, you will have no problem living for another ten years."

After hearing this, Huaining was very happy, much better than before. If you look for more medicine later, maybe His Highness can live longer.

But thinking of another thing, he rolled his eyes and asked the old monk in a low voice, "Is Your Highness suitable for having children?"

No wonder he asked this question. Many of His Highness's plans were arranged based on the fact that he would not live to twenty, and the heir had never thought about it. But now His Highness can live for ten years, maybe even longer, so he has to consider the issue of heirs.

The old monk knew that Huaining didn't know Yu Ling's identity as a woman, so he turned his head and didn't answer him.

And Yu Ling looked at Huaining with a smile but not a smile, and said, "Why, just thinking about following the little master?"

"No, no! This subordinate definitely didn't expect your highness to die early!" Huaining was so frightened that he could not hide his words.

With a sad face, he said: "This subordinate is just... I just don't want your Highness to plan for so long, but it's cheap for that person..."

"And the Crown Princess was decided not long ago. My subordinates thought... Wouldn't it be better if His Royal Highness and Crown Princess have children in the future?"

Hearing Huaining mentioning the Crown Princess, the old monk opened his mouth in surprise and asked Yu Ling curiously, "Prince Princess? What's going on?"

Seeing the old monk's obvious desire to gossip, Yu Ling laughed: "That's it."

Then she looked at Huaining and said, "There will be no heirs, so the plan remains the same."

"Also, if you are too busy to think about unrealistic things here, then this palace will switch you and Huailu."

Huaining hurriedly replied: "This subordinate knows it's wrong, and I don't dare!" Just kidding, Huailu's position was the same as his highness's personal bodyguard, but secretly he was basically in charge of His Highness's power. It's a tiring job, and he doesn't do it.

He still likes to follow His Highness with him, this is an easy job.

Huaining's expression was so flattering that the old monk couldn't even see it. He said to Yu Ling, "The medicine will be ready in two or three days. You can take it immediately."

"You stay here for the past few days, and you clean up the room by yourself. The old man is going to see the medicine." After speaking, he went to the refining pharmacy.

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For the past two days, Yu Ling had been working with herbs in the medicine garden as before, and Huaining would also help from time to time.

Suddenly, the excited voice of the old monk came from the pharmacy: "It's done! It's done!"

Smelling the strong aroma of the medicine, Yu Ling stood up and looked at the old monk who came running with the medicine.

"Quick, quick! This medicine has to be taken quickly, otherwise the effect will be gone!" The old monk urged the small porcelain bottle containing the medicine into Yu Ling's hand.

After hearing this, Yu Ling watched for a while, then raised his head and drank the medicine. Immediately, his face collapsed, and he said, "This medicine is so bitter."

Since she was five years old, she has been drinking medicine all the time, no matter how bitter the medicine is. This is the first time that she has drunk such a bitter medicine.

The old monk touched his bald head, squinted and smiled: "Drink this medicine. After three hours, I will prepare another bucket of medicine for you."

"Tomorrow you can go down the mountain. When that time comes, go and dig out the few jars of medicinal wine I buried in the forest and bring it back. One small cup a day."

Huaining hurriedly asked, "What about after drinking the medicinal wine?"

The old monk slapped Huai Ning's head with a slap and said angrily, "After drinking, it's over. As long as your master doesn't use force and takes good care of him, he might be able to live until the old man passes away!"

Huaining touched the head that was beaten by the old monk, pursed his mouth, and complained in a low voice: "Just finish drinking, why beat people."

The old monk was taking Yu Ling's pulse carefully, but he couldn't hear it clearly. He turned and asked Huaining, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, nothing." Huaining ran away in fright.

"No big problem, this medicine should be done." After checking the pulse, the old monk said with satisfaction.