Sick Prince and Mad Consort

With his ears moving, Rong Li heard the footsteps of a few people approaching him. All of their steps were light like the wind.

Putting down the chopsticks in her hand, she quickly entered the bridal chamber. She hid the golden hairpin under the bed and covered her head with the red veil, returning to her upright posture.

"Creaak."

Although Rong Li had only heard the footsteps of one person entering the bridal room, she had no doubt that if anything happened to this person, the four martial arts masters outside would break the door in an instant!

Rong Li tightened her fingers, she knew that the person who had entered the new room was Crown Prince Wu — Qin Mang.

When he walked into the inner room and passed the dining table, his footsteps clearly paused for a moment.

Rong Li was embarrassed, she ate in a heroic manner, with one chicken in her left hand and one duck in her right. One could imagine how "corpses littered the ground" looked like on the table …

"Hur hur." The sound of a soft and dispirited chuckle was so soft that it made one's ears go numb.

"Is this the aptitude that a direct descendant of the famous Shen family should have?" The voice was pleasant to the ears, but it carried a sharp edge to it. Although Rong Li was not the Consort of the Five decedent s of the Shen Family, the "Inherent Skills" he was referring to was probably related to her …

Raising his red hair, Rong Li raised his eyes. Under the candlelight, two pairs of eyes that carried a cold glint entered each other's eyes.

The bright red, fiery-like robe with wide sleeves stuck to his body made him seem more and more tall and straight. His waist was tied up by a broad belt with auspicious golden lines, his black hair was tied up in a warm jade crown, and his godlike handsome face was dazzling.

Her sexy lips pursed up. On her nose, under her eyebrows, there was a pair of black, deep eyes like the stars in the ocean. For a moment, no one could look at her!

His stature was like jade, describing his stature. He was gentle and refined, describing his temperament. Sick and weak scholars, describing his appearance.

Wait, sickly scholar?

"Are you sick?" Rong Li almost screamed.

Traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) diagnosis is based on observation of the spirit, color, form, state and tongue of the patient. As someone who had studied medicine for more than ten years, just with his "hope", Rong Li was able to deduce the patient's condition based on his experience.

Qin Mang was startled, but after a moment, her eyes became cold.

Rong Li immediately flipped over the bed in alarm, taking a defensive stance.

She had always been a sensitive person. Having been trained in all kinds of dangerous environments since she was young, she had developed a beast like instinct for sensitive people. As long as there was any change in the atmosphere or a person's aura, she would be able to read a lot of things!

For example, right now, she could feel a kind of dangerous information from Qin Mang's body!

Qin Mang stared coldly at Rong Li, her mind filled with innumerable thoughts. The Shen Wu in front of him was completely different from the Shen Wu he knew, and also, how did she know that he was sick? Could she be a spy sent over from there?

All sorts of suspicious thoughts surfaced in his mind. Before he could even question and speak, a dull pain gushed out from his chest, causing his face to suddenly turn pale as he spat out a mouthful of blood!

Rong Li looked at the blood he spat from afar, and actually neared the dark-red color!

Poison entered his heart and lungs! If he didn't have the help of the medical skills to turn the tide, he probably wouldn't have long to live!

His ears twitched, and the four warriors guarding outside suddenly barged in, surrounding Qin Mang.

"decedent! decedent! "

Amidst his shocked cries, Qin Mang's body slumped to the ground, feeling that the thing in front of him was shaking. His brain felt heavy, and his eyelids started to feel heavy, as if he wanted to close his eyes.

"What did you do to the decedent?" One of them suddenly turned his head and glared viciously at Rong Li.

Rong Li coldly pursed her lips, "As a weak girl, what can I possibly do to him?"

The Great Wall was not built in a day, and Qin Mang's illness was not caused in a day either. The four martial arts experts obviously knew that even if they scrape Rong Li, it would be useless.

Rong Li walked closer and asked: "How about you let me try?"

"You?" The four martial arts experts had doubtful looks on their faces.

Rong Li dusted off her red sleeves, looking at the half-squinting Qin Mang who stubbornly refused to pass out with a smile on his face. "You decide for yourself whether it's death or life!"

Sometimes, life and death were like a fleeting thought, and when he spoke of a decision, it had already changed the fate of his entire life.

Qin Mang breathed weakly, there was a strong smell of blood in her mouth, her deep gaze met Rong Li's, and he saw that her eyes were only filled with confidence and calmness.

After a while, he opened his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "Let her try!"

"decedent! I can't! "Who knows if this woman was sent over from there?"

"decedent! We can go to the palace and invite Doctor Wang to treat you! "

"decedent..."

"Shut up!" A soft voice suppressed the worried voices. No matter how weak Qin Mang's voice was, when it was serious, there was always a sense of majesty about it. "I said, let her try!"