The prince stood in front of the bed again and glanced at his hometown from afar.

There was a solemn and oppressive breath in the air, and the people lying on the bed still did not improve, but were becoming thinner and more depleted.

They watched her life pass by little by little, but there was nothing they could do.

The crown prince fled from the room in a panic, and he even forgot to greet the queen next to him, because he didn't dare to look.

The queen sat on the edge of the bed and looked straight at her hometown, her eyes were empty, and the light under her eyes faded little by little with the passage of time, and finally all thoughts were lost.

The prince's heart is like a knife.

He became a deserter for the first time, and he no longer had the faith he had in the past to support himself, nor did he have the confidence to comfort others.

There is no news from Lie Chang'an, perhaps he has already died on the road.

The prince staggered out of the room, and suddenly heard a suppressed sob.

The prince looked at the corner of the wall and saw a palace maid sitting on the steps hugging her head and crying.

The prince recognized that it was the palace maid who had been serving her hometown since she was a child, Jasmine.

Even she knew that her hometown couldn't be saved.

The prince was like a fish in his throat, and his eyes were red.

For the first time, he was in a high position, but he found that there were times when he was powerless.

He calmed down for a while, and after a while, he stepped forward and said, "There is another day, don't cry, the princess Jiren has her own natural appearance, and it will definitely be fine." ”

His voice trembled, and he didn't know whether to comfort her or himself.

Jasmine raised her head, crying profusely, her head was dizzy, and when she saw that it was the prince who also forgot to salute, she only nodded like a life-saving straw when she heard this, "Yes, yes, Princess Jiren has her own natural appearance, no, she will definitely not." ”

After saying that, he couldn't help but cover his face and cry uncontrollably.

Jasmine is so sad.

For the past nine days, she has been serving the princess till night, watching the poisonous attack, devouring her most beautiful and delicate princess little by little, and turning it into a withered and emaciated doll.

Jasmine was distressed and burst into tears.

The princess is the person she holds in the palm of her hand, and she has never suffered anything, how did she become like this?

She knew that General Chang'an had gone to Wangyao Mountain to find an antidote, so she thought with hope that General Chang'an was so powerful and omnipotent, and he could save the princess every time, and he would definitely be able to save the princess's life this time.

However, as the days passed, she was uncertain.

She could only lie down in front of the princess, talk to her, cry and laugh and say everything, trying to wake the princess up, but nothing improved.

Jasmine didn't know if the princess could hear or not, but she wanted the princess to know that someone had been with her and no one had given up on her.

Jasmine knew that the princess was in pain, and although she was unconscious and unable to speak, Jasmine knew, because the unconscious princess had been clenching her fists tightly, and her bony hands were bruised, and the pain caused her to bite her chapped and pale lips and ooze blood.

The princess wants to live, too.

She was still so young and had so many people who loved her, she hadn't had time to tell General Chang'an that she liked him.

But who can save her?

Jasmine really hated the person who poisoned her, why was she so vicious, why did she have to put the princess to death.

Jasmine thought that if she knew who it was, she would kill that person at all costs.

No one wants to hurt her princess.

No one can take her princess.