On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 147 Face to face
When the staff came in, they were not blocked, but when they saw Ye Zhiyu sitting upright, they hesitated.

Ye Zhiyu had already learned from Rong'er that Feng Wuming was seriously ill and vomited blood. Now that he saw the staff rushing in with a roar, he didn't get angry at all.

Seeing him hesitating and refusing to speak, I felt a little irritated and tapped my fingers on the table.

"Are you a member of the Prince's staff? I met you once in the Prince's study."

"Don't dare, don't dare," the staff quickly bowed sideways, "The miracle doctor has a good memory."

"I wonder what the reason for your sudden visit is, sir?" Ye Zhiyu was too lazy to say anything, so he got down to the topic on his own.

The staff member wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I came to see the miracle doctor naturally because the prince suddenly fell ill, and I wanted to ask the miracle doctor to come for diagnosis and treatment."

"Oh?" Ye Zhiyu deliberately prolonged his voice, "But haven't many doctors been invited to the house today? Why, none of them are to the prince's liking?"

The staff member smiled awkwardly, "Of course it's because their medical skills are not even close to that of a miracle doctor."

Ye Zhiyu sneered, gently twisted the notice and threw it in front of the staff, "Then why did the prince suddenly become so interested that he wanted to invite famous doctors to the mansion for treatment?"

The staff member said in his heart, you want to know, I still want to know!Who knows why the prince suddenly went crazy? Even if he was angry with the miracle doctor, he couldn't make fun of his own body!
But after thinking about it, the staff also knew that if they didn't give Ye Zhiyu an explanation now, they might not be able to invite the Buddha.

After gritting his teeth and kneeling down, the staff immediately knelt forward and hugged Ye Zhiyu's thighs to plead.

"Miracle doctor! Your Majesty was just confused for a moment! Now you regret it! I came here just to invite you!"

You are so sick that you regret it?
Ye Zhiyu snorted, but did not take Qiao again. He avoided the staff who were about to pounce on him and cried for help, picked up the notice and stood up.

"Okay, this is what you said. I will go and confront the prince face to face to see where my medical skills have made him displeased!"

The staff's eyes darkened when they heard this, and they could only calm themselves down and said: "It doesn't matter, doctors are kind. Even if the miracle doctor gets angry again, he won't really let go when he sees that the prince's life is hanging by a thread."

Ye Zhiyu arrived at Feng Wuming's study. Before he could open his mouth, he was snatched away by Feng Wuming, who had a bad look on his face.

"Who let her in!"

The housekeeper stood guard at the door, looking at his nose and heart. He pretended not to hear anything and stayed still in his place.

Feng Wuming threw the folder in his hand and was about to get up and chase the people away when he saw the staff member who was supposed to invite the imperial doctor back sneaked in with a frown and stood behind Ye Zhiyu.

Feng Wuming couldn't figure out who had tipped off the news and had done something wrong. He laughed angrily, pointed at the two of them, and was about to kick them out together.

"Didn't you say that the prince knew that he was wrong? Why does he look like he is willing to let me diagnose and treat him?"

Ye Zhiyu, however, refused to give Feng Wuming a serious look, and only turned his head to ask the staff member.

The aide never expected that his plan would be ruined as soon as he came up with it. The two of them looked incompatible with each other, so it was impossible for him to fool him easily.

With a difficult smile, the staff was racking their brains to find an excuse when they heard Feng Wuming sternly say:
"Why do you know that you are wrong? Wang Xiao'e, are you suffering from hysteria? I am in good health, why do you need to come for diagnosis and treatment? Is it because you are short of money and are looking for some excuse to ask for money from me? If so, just ask the housekeeper. Yes, why do you need to put up this show with others!"

Ye Zhiyu almost laughed out loud. He really wanted to bring a bronze mirror and let Feng Wuming take a good look at his pale face, and then see if he was so shameless that he could say that he was safe and sound.

"What are you talking about, Your Majesty? I, Wang Xiao'e, just have a copper plate in my hand. I earned it all by my own ability. How can I ask for anything?"

Ye Zhiyu glanced at the housekeeper who was standing at the door, but almost stuck half of his head into the study.

"If the prince is in good health, then why is there so much noise in the house today?" "What does it have to do with you!" Feng Wuming had a rare thought of going back on his word, thinking that he shouldn't let Ye Zhiyu give up so quickly. to the news.

"My relatives and friends are all in the palace now. How can I have nothing to do with the safety of the master of the palace?" Ye Zhiyu raised his eyebrows and approached step by step.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I can't care about other people, but I, Wang Xiao'e, am not the kind of person who kills donkeys, rabbits, and dogs. Since I have been taking care of you these days, I should also go to a free clinic today, so I don't have to worry about you."

Seeing Ye Zhiyu getting closer and closer, Feng Wuming's breath became confused and his eyebrows raised. He was about to threaten the two of them to leave, but he felt a pain in his chest/mouth and another mouthful of blood gushes out.

Seeing this, Ye Zhiyu lost all thoughts of revenge and hurried forward to help Feng Wuming aside to rest.

But he didn't expect that before he touched Feng Wuming's shoulder, he would be pushed aside by his big hand.

"You get me out."

Seeing Feng Wuming, who was breathing badly and with blood coming from the corners of his mouth, still trying to avoid his diagnosis and treatment, Ye Zhiyu was also so angry that his blood was rising.

After taking a few deep breaths, the evil fire in his heart was not reduced at all, and Ye Zhiyu couldn't bear it anymore.

After a few clicks, the notice in his hand was balled up and fell onto Feng Wuming's face.

The staff looked at the paper ball that bounced off the prince's face and rolled a few times on the ground before stopping. They even wanted to die.

Feng Wuming didn't seem to be able to react to what happened for a moment, so he just looked at Ye Zhiyu blankly.

Ye Zhiyu smiled and called his staff to come forward, "Don't you want to save your prince? Press him onto the bed!"

ah?The staff member looked at Ye Zhiyu and then at Feng Wuming.

The housekeeper, who had been silent all this time, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, I'm offended." He helped Feng Wuming up from his armpits and took him towards the bed.

Upon seeing this, the staff also hurriedly stepped forward.

Although Feng Wuming wanted to struggle, he couldn't exert any strength in his Dantian. He had already vomited blood twice in a row and his vitality was seriously damaged, so he was actually helped to the bed.

Seeing him surrender, Ye Zhiyu calmly took out the needle bag and took out the longest and thickest needle in it.

"Well, in my opinion, the prince's illness is really serious. I have to be ruthless and fight poison with poison in order to relieve the prince from this crisis!"

Feng Wuming saw the cold light shining on the needle, and Ye Zhiyu had a successful smile on his face. How could he not understand that Ye Zhiyu came here with [-]% revenge in mind!

He struggled to get up, but Ye Zhiyu pushed his chest/mouth and fell down again.

Feng Wuming watched Ye Zhiyu sit up on his own, reaching out and opening his clothes with ease.

"what are you going to do……"

After struggling to spit out a few words, Feng Wuming saw Ye Zhiyu smile brightly.

"Of course I am treating the prince's illness."

(End of this chapter)