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Everyone in the Prince Qin Mansion was surprised, and asked about it in private. When they finally understood the situation, they could not help but sigh, Prince Qin was indeed a holy pet, even Prince Zhao and Noble Consort were punished because of him. As for the princess … He could only say that it was hard to explain in a single sentence.

Your Majesty was worried about the wounds on Prince Qin's face, so he ordered the imperial physician to follow him back to the palace. In the end, the imperial physician made him a big pile of colorful ointment, saying that he had to apply it on his face. Before the ointment could be applied to his face, Prince Qin's face turned green. He refused to say anything.

"Imperial Physician, do you have any ointment with a clean and simple color?" Murong Ling tried her best to speak tactfully. She always felt that the royal doctors were doing this on purpose, that the royal family had many precious herbs, and that the things they gave their master were trying their best to be perfect.

His surname was Li, and had a white beard, but his spirit was hale and hearty. "Of course there is pure ointment, but it will take ten days to half a month for it to dissolve the blood stasis. It'll only take three or four days. Which one would the prince and the imperial concubine choose?"

Doctor Li was an old urchin, stroking his long white beard as he spoke slowly, his eyes revealing a crafty smile.

Looking at him, Murong Ling thought of the Third Elder. She was also an old playboy who loved to bully the young of her clan the most, especially her.

Her gaze couldn't help but soften. "Since that's the case, Imperial Physician Li, make a serving of the pure ointment as well. When the time comes, let the prince choose for himself."

Doctor Li glanced at her. Recently, there were rumors that the Princess Qin was arrogant and despotic, her methods were ruthless and cruel, but it seemed like what she said was too much.

With a good impression, Doctor Li started to concoct the medicine seriously. Murong Ling watched on from the side as she helped him pass the medicine.

Not long after, the crystal clear ointment appeared in the small sandalwood box. As Doctor Li was packing his tools, he could not help but ask, "Does Princess Qin know medicine?"

The last time they met an assassin in the Prince Qin Mansion, Princess Qin's wound had also been treated by him, and he had already felt that something was amiss. Now that the medicine was mixed together, Princess Qin was like a worm in her stomach, not only did she treat medicinal ingredients skillfully, she even knew how to make medicine, she was clearly an expert.

Murong Ling did not hide anything, "I am more proficient in medicine, in terms of asking for directions in medicine, I am not comparable to Doctor Li."

It meant that her medicine was better than his.

Imperial Physician Li didn't get angry when he heard this. He laughed and stroked his precious beard. "Medicine doesn't divide the family. Since Princess has the ability to make medicine, she has to learn how to check her pulse. Don't waste her talent."

Murong Ling knew that he meant well and sincerely thanked him. She got Chun Xi to take out a silver letter and gave it to Doctor Li to personally send him out of the two doors before returning.

Prince Qin was still in his room, but the colorful ointment prescribed by Doctor Li had still disappeared without a trace. The only thing he could do was to put the last bottle of ointment on the table.

When he saw her return, he immediately ordered her, "Esteemed wangfei, come quickly and apply the medicine for this prince."

Murong Ling did not hold Qiao Qiao as she dug out a white jade paste to wipe his face. It was smooth and smooth, and it was unknown if it was because of his skin or because of the ointment, but her hands still had a lingering fragrance.

His face was green and purple, without a hint of his handsome appearance. She could not help but ask, "Why are you fighting with the Prince Zhao?"