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

Feng Wuming protected her head, his face paler than hers, he picked her up in a panic, called her name one after another, and kept comforting her.

"It's okay, I'm here. I'll take you to the imperial doctor now."

He didn't even dare to hug her hard, she was so weak that she seemed to be broken, and he was afraid that she would break if he used any force.

He had never been so panicked before, and Feng Wuming's voice started to tremble.

Ye Zhiyu felt uncomfortable listening to his trembling voice. He endured the pain and forced out a forced smile, which was weak and weak.

"I'm fine, don't worry..."

Before she could finish her words, she felt the mysterious force attacking her soul. Her whole body trembled. She could no longer bear the pain of being forced to separate her body and soul, and fainted from the pain.

Feng Wuming saw her hand drop and her head hit his arm weakly. He was stunned, and his heart was as sharp as a knife when he saw her pale face.

He originally wanted to go to the imperial doctor, but thinking that her situation was different from ordinary people, he went to Xiao Qingrang instead.

He walked fast but steadily along the way, and did not let Ye Zhiyu get bumped.

The steward of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion was frightened when he saw His Majesty carrying the pale-faced Miss Wang. He didn't say much after saluting, and hurriedly led His Majesty to find the Imperial Preceptor.

Xiao Qingrang found a book that was related to possession, and he wanted to see how to deal with Wen Yufu.

As soon as he opened the book, the sound of messy and panicked footsteps reached his ears. It belonged to two people. He looked up just in time to see Feng Wuming holding the unconscious Ye Zhiyu.

There was no color on Ye Zhiyu's face and he was very weak.

He put the book away and stood up instantly: "Your Majesty."

"Hurry up and see what's wrong with her?" Feng Wuming couldn't care about anything else. He only thought about Ye Zhiyu.

Xiao Qing asked him to put Ye Zhiyu on the bed. He felt Ye Zhiyu's pulse. He couldn't see anything from the pulse. He grabbed her hand and a stream of spiritual power entered Ye Zhiyu's body and checked her body.

The soul is unstable.

He looked solemn.

How could Miss Ye's soul be unstable?
Xiao Qingrang wanted to help her stabilize her soul, but found that his power was blocked by a mysterious force and he could not touch her soul at all.

Xiao Qingrang's face was ugly and heavy, and he put her hand into the quilt.

Feng Wuming was anxious in his heart. Seeing that he remained silent, his heart was in a state of confusion: "Master, what's wrong with her?"

The bat attack on the palace was as strange as the two things Feng Wuming encountered before. Fu Jingtong wanted to come to Xiao Qingrang to see if he could give him some clues to investigate the case.

On the way, he heard the housekeeper muttering. Today, one or two people came to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. After asking, they learned that His Majesty came to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion with Miss Wang in his arms. Miss Wang's face was pale. He rushed over in a hurry, walked to the bed in a few steps, and looked at the bed. The very weak girl waited nervously for Xiao Qingrang's answer.

Xiao Qingrang turned to look at Feng Wuming, but he didn't know how to say this to him, so he didn't say a word.

Feng Wuming was uneasy and said in a deep voice: "National Master, what happened to her?"

"Your Majesty, Miss Wang's soul is unstable." Xiao Qingrang had to say it.

The soul is unstable?

Feng Wuming pushed him away gently, sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Ye Zhiyu's hand. His eyes were scarlet, and one hand was not enough. He held her with both hands, feeling her hand held tightly by him. It was a little more real, but my heart was still filled with fear.

He didn't dare to blink and stared at her quietly, fearing that she would leave in a blink of an eye.

Is she going back to her world?Is the human soul going to separate?
Feng Wuming was flustered. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was trying to control his uneasy heart, but it still had a bit of trembling.

"National Master, is there any way to wake her up?"

Xiao Qingrang was speechless.

Her soul was unstable, and he wanted to help her stabilize it, but a mysterious force stopped him and kept him away.He didn't dare to forcefully break the mysterious power for fear of hurting Miss Wang's soul.

Miss Wang is different from ordinary people.

"Is there any way?" Feng Wuming was in agony, and his voice was already tainted with a bit of coldness and displeasure.

Xiao Qingrang did not answer him directly, but comforted him: "Your Majesty, Miss Wang has her own destiny. She needs to take a good rest. Your Majesty, don't worry too much, Miss Wang will wake up."

He has to go deeper to understand the mysterious art of separation of human souls.

"I don't want to hear these words from you..." Feng Wuming interrupted impatiently, unable to listen to his comforting words at all.

He wanted to know for sure whether Wang Xiao'e could wake up.

Feng Wuming held her hands carefully, never taking his eyes away from her face, and prayed silently.

You can't go back, don't go back.

He and she have just started, and there is still a long way to go together in the future. Will she let him go?Are you willing to give up two small dumplings?
She would definitely be reluctant to part with it, and she would definitely wake up.

Fu Jingtong frowned and looked at Ye Zhiyu with concern. Hearing Xiao Qingrang say that she would wake up, his heart dropped slightly.

Miss Wang needs to take a good rest and take good care of her.

His eyes flickered, and he hesitated before speaking up to fight for himself.

"Your Majesty, Miss Wang needs a good rest. Your Majesty is busy with state affairs. Why don't you take Miss Wang back to the mansion and take good care of her..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Wuming looked at him sternly and sternly, his eyes were horrifying, and coupled with his already bad mood, the coolness and frost in his eyes made people shudder.

Fu Jingtong's words stopped suddenly, feeling a little scared and nervous.

Feng Wuming withdrew his gaze, gently tucked Ye Zhiyu's broken hair behind his ears, and said coldly and displeasedly, "I will take good care of her myself, I don't need anyone else to do it."

"Fu Aiqing, have you investigated the matter I entrusted to you?"

Fu Jingtong had a headache when he thought about the bat matter. When he was in the imperial study, His Majesty deliberately asked him to find out the matter about the bat, which was just a show for the people in the dark.

It's just that he has to do a full set of performances, but he doesn't know where to start investigating the evil things.

The words he just said made His Majesty unhappy.

Fu Jingtong felt bitter.

Xiao Qing let his eyes wander between the two of them, and then glanced at Ye Zhiyu. He frowned and quietly input spiritual power into her body.

His face became more solemn, and he looked at Feng Wuming without saying a word, choosing to hide it.

His Majesty cares more about Miss Ye than he imagined.

Now tell him that Miss Ye’s soul has left her body. I wonder if he can accept it?Wen Yufu's matter hasn't been dealt with yet, so it's better to keep it a secret for now.

A country cannot live without a ruler for a day.

You must not fall.

Miss Ye's soul leaving the body may be man-made, not God's will.

It's not God's will, and Miss Ye will not let the people behind the scenes control her. She will definitely find a way. He is now helping her to protect her body.

Xiao Qingrang took out a brocade box from a drawer. He opened the brocade box and found a dark blue bead inside. He placed the bead beside the bed.

As long as the beads are there, in a short period of time, the body of Miss Ye's soul will not grow old and rot. (End of chapter)