After Fu Ling said this, a trace of determination flashed in his light gray eyes.

Many images came to mind in an instant, including the mother being bullied in the house, the blood dripping down, Shen Hui's dirty hands, Fu Huan's arrogant appearance threatening her...

After so many years of hard work climbing out of the abyss, if Xiao Chengyou passed away now, the position of the Crown Princess that she had worked so hard to get, and everything she had, would be nothing.

She must not accept failure or fall back into the dark quagmire of before.

Xiao Chengyou must not die.

Fu Ling didn't want to waste any more time for treatment, so he leaned forward and touched Xiao Chengyou's injury with his lips.

She has studied medicine for many years and has considered this in her mind. Although her behavior is dangerous, as long as she is careful, nothing will happen to her.

The surrounding imperial doctors and attendants didn't know the inside story. They didn't expect Fu Ling to be so brave, and they all looked at her with admiration. They didn't expect that the imperial concubine, who had just been married recently, would be so caring and righteous.

Fu Ling's lips hovered in front of Xiao Chengyou, and his cool fingertips gently touched her cheek.

Xiao Chengyou's jawline was tense, and his heavy breathing fell in her ears.

"Don't..." His voice was broken and hoarse.

They were so close that Fu Ling could clearly feel the coldness radiating from Xiao Chengyou's body. Those eyes that were usually as calm as ancient wells were staring at her blankly, with obscure emotions surging beneath them.

Xiao Chengyou was already too weak, and his refusal could not hinder Fu Ling. She opened his hand anxiously, and her warm lips were pressed against his skin in an instant.

So cold.

His body was as cold as ice, and a biting chill ran up his spine.

Fu Ling didn't care so much and quickly sucked out all the venom. Then the surrounding doctors rushed in to clean the remaining poison from Yu Xiao Chengyou's body.

Fu Ling rinsed his mouth and came back. After a while, Xiao Chengyou's condition had stabilized and his body temperature gradually rose. She stepped forward to check on his condition, and the doctors around him couldn't help but make way for him.

Suddenly, a young eunuch shouted from outside the tent, "The Emperor has arrived——"

The emperor walked into the tent, and a group of followers behind him tightly protected him.

Fu Ling knelt down with everyone to pay their respects. Xiao Chengyou, who was on the bed, had already regained his consciousness and stood up to salute, but was stopped by the emperor.

"Ai Qing blocked the thief's arrow for me, you are really brave!" The emperor's eyes swept over Xiao Chengyou, and he seemed to be moved for a moment, and then turned his head to ask the imperial doctor about his condition.

Knowing that Fu Ling had sucked out the venom from his body, the emperor's eyes paused on Fu Ling.

The blush at the end of Fu Ling's eyes has not faded yet, and he looks very affectionate and extremely worried.

"Aiqing has done a great job in rescuing you, I will definitely give you an explanation," the emperor looked at Fu Ling with a hint of appreciation in his tone, "Don't worry, Crown Princess."

As soon as he finished speaking, a eunuch hurriedly walked out of the door, "Your Majesty, the assassin has been caught."

After hearing this, the emperor's face suddenly darkened, he stood up and left. When he was leaving the tent, he stopped in front of a man wearing a Dongchang uniform among his entourage and gave some instructions in a low voice.

After the emperor left, the huge tent became less and less crowded and seemed a bit empty.

The imperial doctor gave Xiao Chengyou some soothing and pain-relieving medicine. Seeing that he was sleeping, Fu Ling felt relieved and noticed the figure of the man walking slowly beside him.

The protruding flying fish suit made Fu Ling immediately recognize his identity——

Dongchang Changgong Qiao Zhi, a powerful eunuch trusted by the emperor, handed over the hunting ground in the suburbs of Beijing to Dongchang for cleaning this time.

Qiao Zhi walked forward and looked down at Xiao Chengyou, tapping the knuckles of his left index finger unconsciously on the edge of the bed.

Unlike what Fu Ling thought he would look like as a eunuch, Qiao Zhi was tall and handsome, with a gentle smile. He looked bookish and without any airs.

"The emperor asked our family to send some things to His Highness the Crown Prince. They are all the finest royal treasures. The Crown Princess can just accept them." Qiao Zhi waved his hand, and the little eunuch behind him sent in many supplements and other things.

"Thank you, Mr. Chang Gong." Fu Ling responded politely.

When her eyes touched Qiao Zhi's slightly upward eyes, the evil energy lingering under them slowly surged out, like a fox wearing a hypocritical mask. A feeling of being watched instantly penetrated her body, making her unable to bear it. Zhu resisted a little and immediately withdrew his gaze.

Qiao Zhi didn't seem to pay attention to her subtle actions, and a soft tone echoed in her ears, "The emperor has spoken, your highness will stay here to recover from his injuries, and you will stay here to accompany him."

After that, Qiao Zhi turned to leave, but Fu Ling couldn't help but follow him and whispered, "I am really worried, so I would like to ask, does the factory owner know the identity of this assassin?"

Qiao Zhi's eyes suddenly darkened, and his long eyebrows raised slightly, "It is up to Dongchang to decide the assassination. The Crown Princess should take good care of His Highness. For other matters, it is better not to ask any questions."

He didn't stay any longer and left quickly.

The moon was sparse, the night was thick outside the tent, and the shadows of the mountains in the distance were continuous, like wild beasts dormant in the dark.

"Mr. Factory Master," Qiao Zhi's apprentice Xuan An stepped forward and said in a low voice, "East Factory has sent people to clean up the hunting ground on the outskirts of Beijing no less than ten times. Something is wrong this time. I'm afraid... the emperor will blame him. for you.”

Qiao Zhi remained silent and pressed the jade ring on his hand hard, with a sharp look in his dark eyes.

"Send someone to keep an eye on this tent," Qiao Zhi ordered. After a moment of silence, he added, "Including that woman."

He naturally knew that something fishy was going on, and the assassin's whereabouts were like ghosts. If Xiao Chengyou hadn't stepped forward to push the emperor away, I'm afraid he would have been the one sucking the venom today. But even if the emperor was fine, he would bear the brunt of it, and he would have to be punished after returning to the palace. .

While his thoughts were heavy, Fu Ling's face appeared in his mind.

He has followed the emperor for many years, and he has never seen any kind of woman. Charming and beautiful women are like inexhaustible weeds that reincarnate in the palace again and again. They have long lost their freshness, but for some reason, Fu Ling gave him an indescribable feeling.

He thought of Fu Ling's red eyes and lingering tears. Could such a timid woman really be so affectionate and loyal that she dare to stand up for His Royal Highness? Or maybe she had already planned it...

The brief exchange of glances with Fu Ling reappeared in his mind. Her pale gray eyes flashed with a cold light, like a blunt knife cutting into a rock. The persistence and strength contained in his bones pulled his memory into a trance. For a moment, there was a vague feeling of familiarity.