The smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicine permeated the inner sanctum, and his graceful back was covered with bloodstained scars, not knife wounds, not sword wounds, but scars that had been brutally beaten, reflecting his snow-white skin, shocking.

Ye Qingwan's eyes froze slightly, Bei Yan bit her lip flap gently, the memories of her previous life surfaced in her mind, and she hooked her lower lip a little indifferently.

When she looked closely, she could be sure that it was the effect of a long, slender and tough whip.

His back was criss-crossed, and every wound ran through almost his entire back, and the whip was bloody, which showed the cruelty and ruthlessness of the person who did it.

A middle-aged imperial doctor was skillfully administering medicine to him, his movements were very fluent, and there was no surprise in his eyes, it didn't seem like it was because of his superb medical skills, but because he was used to such wounds, so he was used to it.

Ye Qingwan's eyes wandered, and fell on the medicine that the imperial doctor held in his hand, it was a crystal clear ointment, and the fragrance even faintly overshadowed the smell of blood on Jiang Wumian's body.

Smell, it's very comfortable! It is said that the most favored His Royal Highness in the dynasty is Wei Wang Jiang Wumian, and even Jiang Jingyao, who claims to be favored, has to stand aside, but who can explain it now, what is going on now?

When she came over, she had already learned from the butler that King Wei had been announced into the palace by the emperor early in the morning.

That-who else can do this to him except the emperor? Ye Qingwan stared at the imperial doctor, the speed of the imperial doctor's medicine was very fast, he didn't seem to care whether Jiang Wumian was in pain or not, after dealing with the wound on his back, he took out three pills from the medicine box, the color was bright and translucent, but it didn't look like a pill, but like a pearl.

The imperial doctor respectfully said to Jiang Wumian: "Lord Wang, take the medicine." Jiang Wumian opened his mouth and swallowed all three pills into his abdomen.

Seeing that Jiang Wumian really ate it, the imperial doctor got up, turned around, and spoke to the housekeeper standing aside: "Steward Yang, these days, let the prince's diet be mainly light, and those pills, don't stop these days, you know the rest." After the imperial doctor finished speaking, the conversation suddenly changed,

"I heard that someone unveiled the emperor's list yesterday, but I don't know where that person is now." Without waiting for Steward Yang to reply, Ye Qingwan walked over: "I am." "Three neat words, without any superfluous words.

The Imperial Physician frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. This woman is so arrogant. What the Imperial Doctor didn't expect was that the more arrogant was still to come.

"Since you have dealt with the injuries on King Wei's body, please return to the palace as soon as possible to return to the emperor and return to the emperor, Feng Lin, send off guests." Feng Lindeng, who was standing outside the hall, heard Ye Qingwan calling his name, and was stunned for a second before he walked into the room and stretched out his hand towards the imperial doctor, and his voice was even more cold and hard: "Imperial Doctor Zhang, please." The rest of the imperial doctors were dumbfounded, and even Steward Yang was stunned in place, and Feng Lin had a stomach full of questions.

This - Taiyi Zhang is the head of the Tai Hospital, and he has always been flattered, because of his superb medical skills and all kinds of incurable diseases, he is deeply respected by the emperor.

And the only one who can make him obey orders is the emperor! Even the concubines of the palace were courteous to him and treated each other politely, but now, he was actually lost face by a little girl who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, not to mention how angry he was in his heart, looking at Ye Qingwan's gaze, it was like a knife.