"I see." Hongxue nodded, and immediately left the palace with Sheng Zhiyao on her back.

Feng Yuanchen stood in place, looking at Sheng Zhiyao who was gradually out of sight, his heart was about to suffocate, he pursed his lips, and his eyes gradually reddened.

Hongxue carried Sheng Zhiyao, who was already unconscious, and quickly returned to the Hou Mansion, her snow-white hair stained with bright red blood, which looked extremely hideous and terrifying in the winter night.

As soon as Hongxue entered Qingliu Courtyard, she immediately rushed to the main house, and Old Marquis Sheng watched it run all the way in, and quickly stood up.

"Red Snow! What's wrong with you?! Are you hurt?!" Old Marquis Sheng looked at Hongxue in surprise.

"Whew~" Hongxue looked at Sheng Zhengye and Qi Xinyue and the others next to her and just shouted, and then immediately put down Sheng Zhiyao.

"Yes, Zhiyao is injured, is she?" Old Marquis Sheng asked anxiously.

Hongxue nodded heavily.

Old Marquis Sheng was suddenly shocked: "Han Mo carried my sister to the bed, and then went to the study to get my silver needle."

"Yes, grandpa, I'll go." Sheng Hanmo saw Sheng Zhiyao injured, and felt guilty and anxious.

"Li Qiao asked his subordinates to boil some hot water."

"Yes, old marquis."

"Far away, far away from me, how could you be hurt like this?" Qi Xinyue rushed to the side of the bed and looked at Sheng Zhiyao's pale face, tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Xin Yue, don't do this, let my father see it." Sheng Zhengye pulled Qi Xinyue away and let the old marquis come over.

Old Marquis Sheng hurriedly sat down to check Sheng Zhiyao's injuries, and was distressed when he saw the red clothes on her shoulders.

And Qi Xinyue next to her was already crying, grabbing Sheng Zhengye's hand: "Zhengye, what should I do? My Yao, she...... What should she do?"

"It's okay." Sheng Zhengye patted Qi Xinyue's hand and comforted, "Don't worry about your father's medical skills, let's go out first and let my father treat Zhi Yao, don't cry."

Qi Xinyue didn't want to leave, but Sheng Hanmo pulled her out, and told her as she walked: "Mother, don't worry, grandpa will save Zhiyao, you will only distract grandpa like this."

"yes, I see." Qi Xinyue wiped away her tears and followed Sheng Hanmo out.

Sheng Zhengye sighed as he looked at Qi Xinyue's departing figure, then turned his head to look at Sheng Zhiyao with a pale face on the bed, and felt sad in his heart: "Father, what do you need me to do?"

"No need, you are guarding outside, before Yuanchen comes back, don't let anyone enter the Hou Mansion, and report anything at any time."

"Yes." Sheng Zhengye closed the door and retreated.

Old Marquis Sheng walked to the bed with a silver needle, helped Sheng Zhiyao up, and then pierced the silver needle into the acupuncture point on her back to stop the bleeding.

"Hongxue, take us back to the villa, I need to go to the laboratory to see Zhiyao's injuries." Old Marquis Sheng commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes, old marquis."

In the blink of an eye, Hongxue took the two of them back to the villa.

Old Marquis Sheng carried Sheng Zhiyao to the laboratory on the first floor, and took off Sheng Zhiyao's clothes, revealing a smooth back.

Old Marquis Sheng carefully inspected the wound on Sheng Zhiyao's back and found that although the wound was deep but not very serious, he used a needle to stitch up the wound and bandage it.

Then she was injected with anti-inflammatory drugs, and after taking her pulse, she breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay."

"Old Marquis, is the master really okay?"

"Of course, fortunately, it's just an external injury, and it didn't hurt the inside, Zhiyao is just passing out temporarily because of pain and blood loss, and it will be fine when she wakes up, but be careful not to involve the wound."

"Okay, that's good, then I'll go and send a message to Feng Yuanchen." Hongxue glanced at Sheng Zhiyao, who was lying on the bed and fell asleep, and then quietly exited the room.

Looking at the direction of Hongxue's departure, Old Marquis Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Hongxue accurately found Feng Yuanchen's location in the palace, Feng Yuanchen was waiting anxiously at this time, his eyes fell on Hongxue, and he grabbed it: "Hongxue, how is Zhiyao?" Is there something wrong?!"

"Don't worry, the old marquis has taken care of it, the master is still in a coma, and he should be able to wake up later."

"Really? That's good!" Feng Yuanchen was pleased, but he hadn't seen Sheng Zhiyao's appearance exactly, and there was still a trace of worry flashing in the depths of his eyes.

He only hopes that Sheng Zhiyao can be safe and sound now, and for the rest, he doesn't expect too much.

"Where is Feng Yuanqing?" Hongxue asked suddenly, her tone a little angry.

"In the imperial study, waiting for the imperial grandfather to dispose of it."

"Do you still need to dispose of it? Kill it directly, chop it into meat sauce and take it out to feed the animals." After Hongxue finished speaking, her figure flashed and disappeared.

"Red Snow!" Feng Yuanchen shouted, but Hongxue ignored him at all and disappeared into the night.

When Feng Yuanchen rushed to the imperial study, he didn't see the shadow of Hongxue, he frowned and pushed open the door next to the imperial study, looking at the important minister with a trembling look.

His footsteps stopped at the entrance of the hall, his cold face flashed with a terrifying cold light, and a pair of eyes as sharp as an eagle scanned every courtier in the hall, and finally landed on the emperor.

"Grandpa."

When the emperor saw Feng Yuanchen's arrival, his eyes flashed, and then he smiled brightly: "Yuanchen is here!" Where's Zhiyao?"

"Zhiyao is injured."

"Hurt? What's going on?!" The emperor's voice suddenly became sharper.

"Please punish the emperor."

"What are these words, you child! Zhiyao is injured, how can I blame you?"

"Grandpa Zhiyao of the Emperor took his grandson's soldiers and the group of people you photographed him, fought all the way in, Feng Yuanqing was shameless, and held the imperial grandmother hostage to force Zhiyao to submit."

Hearing Feng Yuanchen's words, the ministers were in disbelief, and for a while, the entire imperial study was silent.

The emperor's face also became gloomy, and he snorted coldly, "Feng Yuanqing really dares to move a finger of Zhi Yao? I see he's tired and crooked!"

"Grandpa Huang, you also know that Feng Yuanqing has always been obsessed with Zhi Yao, and Zhi Yao has refused Feng Yuanqing again and again, which has angered Feng Yuanqing, so he will do that kind of despicable thing, now Zhi Yao has lost too much blood and is in a coma, and I don't know when he will wake up."

"Then let Old Marquis Sheng cure Zhi Yao as soon as possible, and if you need any medicinal materials, just go to the Tai Hospital to get them!" Where is Feng Yuanqing now?"

"Back to the emperor's grandfather, I am waiting for the arrival in the imperial study."

"Good! All Aiqing go with me to see the benevolent, righteous and virtuous king that you support."

The corners of Feng Yuanchen's mouth outlined a sneer, and he followed the ministers to the imperial study.

Feng Yuanqing was kneeling on the ground at this time and trembling, his face was pale because he had lost his arm, and his whole person looked very embarrassed.

"Feng Yuanqing! You're so daring!" The emperor shouted angrily and slapped Feng Yuanqing.