After entering the book, the cold prince begs for favor

Chapter 333: The Prince's Fear and Anger

The Second Prince's Mansion.

Murong Xiao's bedroom was in a mess.

The priceless celadon vase was shattered all over the floor, and the gilded curtains were torn to pieces.

He sat slumped on the bed in dishevel, his face as pale as paper.

No matter how he tried, the part that usually responded quickly was still like a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.

what is the problem?

What went wrong?

Obviously, he had never experienced this situation before?

Thinking of Concubine Liao's surprised look last night, the Second Prince felt an urge to kill.

Damn woman, how dare she laugh at him!

The man who was waiting on him heard the crackling sound in the room and asked cautiously through the door: "Your Highness, do you want to go in and clean up?"

"Get out! Get out!" He roared at the top of his lungs, and kicked over the incense table not far away.

The people outside immediately shrank back and dared not make a sound.

The second prince touched his lower body with trembling hands, his eyes bloodshot.

Why don’t you get up, why don’t you get up!

He is a young and strong man, this is impossible!

Murong Xiao suddenly thought of a possibility, could he have been poisoned?

It must be, otherwise it wouldn’t be like this.

He couldn't sit still any longer and immediately called out, "Someone come."

When he was dressed and about to go out to seek medical treatment, the Second Prince's wife, Lu, came here with ginseng soup.

“Your Highness…”

She heard that the second prince was very angry, and as his wife, she naturally could not sit idly by.

"You've been busy lately, drink some ginseng soup to replenish your energy..."

The Second Prince's wife thought that she had chosen a very ordinary beginning, but she didn't know that these words just hit the Second Prince's sore spot.

“What kind of energy do you need to replenish?”

Murong Xiao raised his head suddenly, his eyes blazing with anger. "Do you think I'm weak? Do you think I'm useless?"

The Second Prince's wife was frightened by his sudden rage and took a step back, spilling most of the ginseng soup: "I...I am just concerned about Your Highness..."

"What happened? What happened to you?"

"care?"

Murong Xiao sneered, "I see, you're here just to laugh at me, right? Get out! Get out right now!"

The second prince was like an angry lion at this moment. Anyone who approached him would be stabbed by him.

He has no sons. If he is useless from now on, what qualifications does he have to fight for it?

The Second Prince's wife looked at her furious husband opposite her in disbelief. Since she had been married to him for so long, the Second Prince had never treated her like this!

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she felt very aggrieved: "Your Highness, where did these words come from?"

"I'm just concerned about you. Is that wrong?"

Thinking about last night when he went to Concubine Liao's place, the Second Prince's wife also felt a surge of anger caused by jealousy.

"If Concubine Liao has offended Your Highness, please vent your anger on her, not me!"

"Shut up!"

When Murong Xiao thought of Concubine Liao, he couldn't help but think of the humiliation of last night.

"I don't have time to talk to you."

After saying this, regardless of the Second Prince's wife's expression, he simply waved his sleeves and left.

-

In Murong Xiao's villa, he was furious and kicked a doctor out of the room.

The room was silent and he was the only one left. He finally couldn't hold on any longer and staggered and fell into the pearwood armchair.

His fingers dug deeply into the armrest, his knuckles turning white. The cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, condensed into water droplets on his chin, and dripped onto the front of his brocade robe.

"Waste! All of you waste!" He cursed in a hoarse voice, with unprecedented panic in his voice.

The sun gradually moved westward, and before I knew it, half a day had passed.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine mixed with sweat.

I don't know how many famous doctors I saw, but no one could explain it to me.

They nervously took the patient's pulse, observed his tongue, and asked questions, but in the end they could only hesitantly prescribe some nourishing prescriptions.

Murong Xiao reached for the jade belt around his waist with trembling hands, then stopped suddenly.

He looked around, making sure there was no one around, then slowly untied his belt.

The brocade robe slipped off, revealing his muscular and strong body. Because he had been pampered since childhood, his skin was healthy and white.

He looked down at a place that he was proud of. Even though he had been struggling for so long, there was still no reaction. An unprecedented fear appeared in his eyes.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it..." He muttered to himself, his voice almost inaudible.

He reached out and pulled, but the terrible thing was that no matter how he tried, it was like a piece of dead wood, completely unconscious.

“Your Highness…”

Outside the palace gate, a confidant's voice came in a low, trembling voice, "There is another doctor outside. Are you still going to see him?"

Murong Xiao suddenly pulled the brocade robe over and straightened the clothes, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes: "Come in!"

This doctor is very old, he looks to be in his seventies. In this profession, the older the doctor, the more experience he has. Could it be that his medical skills are the most sophisticated?

The doctor walked in with a hunched back, and his wrinkled hand gently placed on Murong Xiao's wrist.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the dripping copper clock.

Murong Xiao stared at the old doctor's face, trying to read some clues from that wrinkled face.

After a long moment, the old doctor withdrew his hand, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening. "Young Master, your pulse is calm and steady, nothing abnormal."

"Bullshit!" Murong Xiao slammed the table and stood up. "If there was nothing unusual, how could I...how could I..."

He couldn't continue speaking, and an expression of shame, anger and resentment appeared on his face.

The old doctor was calm and collected: "Calm down! Perhaps it's due to blocked meridians and blood circulation..."

"Why don't you treat him quickly!" Murong Xiao roared impatiently.

The old doctor's hand trembled as he took out a silver needle from the medicine box: "I can try acupuncture."

Murong Xiao just wants to be cured now, and he will try any method.

Half an hour later, Murong Xiao's body was covered with silver needles, making him look like a hedgehog.

Every time the old doctor twisted the end of the needle, Murong Xiao couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Sweat soaked the quilt, leaving a dark mark on the bed.

"How?" Murong Xiao asked gritting his teeth.

The old doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a slightly depressed voice: "Young Master, please be patient."

Another half a minute later, Murong Xiao suddenly pulled out all the silver needles in his body. Blood oozed out from the needle holes, which was particularly glaring on his pale skin.

"Get out! Get out of here!" He yelled hysterically, overturning the medicine box to the ground, and all kinds of medicinal herbs were scattered all over the floor.

The old doctor was shocked and shook his head repeatedly. This patient really had no patience at all.

He bent down and wanted to pick up the herbs that Murong Xiao had dropped on the ground, but unexpectedly, he heard a cold and ruthless order.

"Come here, kill him."

Before the old doctor could react, he was dragged away by the people guarding outside, covering his mouth.

“Today’s events…”

Murong Xiao's voice was as cold as ice, "Don't let any word get out."

The guard knelt down and replied coldly, "Those doctors haven't left yet. I obey your orders."

We can't kill them all, but we can use other means to threaten them to shut up.

After the door closed, Murong Xiao collapsed on the bed.

He stared at the pattern of hundreds of descendants on the ceiling of the bed, and a sinister look gradually emerged in his eyes.

Sure enough, I still have to find Gao Peng.

Since these people can't see any symptoms, it must be poison.

“Poisoning…”

He spat out these two words through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with anger, "Someone poisoned me!"

If he finds the person who poisoned her, he will definitely have that person executed by slow slicing!