At this moment, he was clearly helpless.

Di Beiyu lowered his eyes, "You're thinking too much."

He pulled the corners of his mouth upwards, with some unidentified mockery or self-mockery, "I didn't want to use this to coax you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead in walking into the inner hall with his long legs.

Su Miao closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes, she watched the man return to her with the medicine box and then return to her, and her face became a little colder, "Let Zhuyue come in."

Di Beiyu glanced at her, "How can I treat each other's wounds with the National Master Dongling? I can't do it for you?"

Su Miao, “………”

Is he blind or deaf? Can't you tell me that he did it on purpose?

Su Miao looked cold, "I will let anyone who I am happy to come. Now I hate it when I look at you."

Di Beiyu looked at her angry eyes and was about to pull her clothes and directly put the medicine on her - so what?

What can she do if she does this?

But in the end, he just lowered his eyes and put down the medicine box, and instructed quietly: "When Zhuyue comes in, it will be cold."

Su Miao's breathing stopped unconsciously.

…………

The next morning, after Su Miao got up, he went directly to the palace where the envoy of the Dongling Mountain lived.

When Jing Xiu saw her, he was not surprised, but just raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is Concubine Xian here to care about my life or death?"

"no."

"... Then please come back, there is nothing to tell."

Su Miao was silent for a while and said strangely: "Do you know what I'm going to ask?"

Jing Xiu poured himself a cup of tea, looked at her figure standing at the door, and pulled her lips, "The Dongling competition reward cannot be fake. As for why it is invalid - what do you want to hear? Is the effect of the Soul Transformation Grass varies from person to person, or is it being transferred in the middle?"

"the latter."

"Who do you think it is?"

"I..." Su Miao lowered his eyes and was silent for a while, "I don't know. But the things were definitely transferred before I got into my hands, so Dongling has the obligation to find out this matter."

Jing Xiu raised his eyebrows, "Empress Xianfei, the thing is gone. What can Dongling do if he beats you to death and refuses to recognize you?"

Su Miao suddenly laughed, "There are always people who are responsible for the injuries on my back - if you can't find the person who transferred the bag, I will admit that Dongling deliberately gave me a fake soul-transformation grass - believe me, as long as I want, you can't go back."

"...Aren't you quarreling with your Majesty, and you still have to ask him to help you? Don't you feel ashamed?"

“………”

Su Miao smiled slightly, "I don't think so." Besides, she didn't want anyone to help, so she could still keep a few people.

…………

The two came out of the house, Jing Xiu looked cold and walked towards the place where the Four Kingdoms Summit was held that day.

But Su Miao's face suddenly looked a little ugly after halfway.

Under the brilliant scorching sun, it was a bit pale.

Jing Xiu frowned, "Are you not feeling well?"

"……fine."

"If you feel uncomfortable, go to the imperial physician for a look. It's normal to get sick."

Su Miao hesitated for a moment and was about to nod, but his eyes suddenly turned dark and he staggered, almost falling down like this.

Jing Xiu's face changed and he hurriedly stepped forward to catch the person, "Empress Xianfei!"

Su Miao's abdomen was unbearable, and the wound on his back was even more harsh. He held his palm against the rockery for several times but couldn't stand firm. "I seem...can't do it anymore."
Chapter completed!