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"Your majesty, be careful of the stairs." Ye Licha, who was by her side, saw that she was absent-minded, so he pulled her hand inside her sleeves and held his slender finger tightly, reminding her in a small voice.

Feng Mochen came back to her senses, rolling her eyes, she smiled at him, then walked down the stairs with the rest.

Ye Licha held onto her finger like that, and did not let go for a long time.

"Your Highness, are you interested in the Dragon Lin Mountain as well?"

Going down the stairs, Ling Xiao followed behind her. Although his voice was soft under the bamboo hat, she could hear him clearly.

Ever since she crossed over, her ears had become very sensitive, and she could clearly hear her tiny voice.

"If it's a cow, or a pig, I wouldn't be interested in something like that, right?" Feng Mochen indifferently said.

She wasn't an idiot, how could it not be worth it to offend a few countries for some unrealistic reason?

"Hur hur." Ye Licha only chuckled at her words.

As His Highness, if he wanted to say something, he would say it.

"Don't laugh." Feng Mochen glanced at him sideways, and directly knocked on his head. Only then did she realise that she was being held tightly by his hand, frowned, and pulled out her hand, continuing to walk forward.

With nothing left in his hands, the smile on Ye Licha's face slowly faded.

Dragon Lin Training Field.

From the top to the bottom, the three dragon scales were respectively imprisoned in a large and sturdy iron cage. They had dragon horns on their heads, their bodies were rough and sturdy, their fangs were dense, and their blood-red eyes, which were as big as gongs, were filled with an aura of slaughter and spirit energy.

Possessing such a mount was simply too cool!

Standing on the high wall, the Feng Mochen overlooked the three divine beasts below her. With one glance, she determined that there was a dragon scale sleeping inside the cage, and that dragon scale seemed to have also noticed her.

"King Ye, will you give one of the spirit beasts to your savior as long as you cure the empress's illness?"

Feng Mochen was the closest to Ye Luolin, and could only separate two to three meters. She withdrew her gaze, and looked at him excitedly, to confirm once again.

In front of so many people, he should be keeping his promise, right?

Hearing this, everyone was surprised and looked over.

Could it be that His Highness Mo can really cure the empress's illness?

Ye Luolin tilted his head to face her pair of scorching eyes, the expression on his devilishly charming face became indifferent, and he said, "No matter who it is, as long as they have the ability to heal mother's illness, this duke will keep our promise."

Hearing his promise, the Feng Mochen smiled meaningfully and said, "Then what are you still standing there for? I just want to go see the empress's illness right now and treat it as soon as possible.

Why was she in such a hurry?

Everyone was very interested in this Dragonscale, and hadn't seen enough? She was in a hurry to leave?

Ye Luolin's expression turned serious and a glint flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and said, "Men, bring Mo palace to Penglai Hall so that mother can see a patient."

A guard stepped forward and stood in front of Feng Mochen, bowing her head slightly. "Your Highness, please."

Feng Mochen swept her gaze towards everyone, the corners of her mouth curled up as she followed the guards and left the Dragon Lin training grounds.

Shijia Changgong, Bei Ruyi, and Bing Yuxin all looked at each other. They were not as anxious as Feng Mochen and continued to admire him calmly.

Everyone wanted to wait and see.

The empress's illness had been searched for all the doctors in the world and there was no one who dared to boast that they could be cured. His Highness had no idea how high the heavens were as he dared to swear that he could be cured.

If he can't treat her well? Then there would be a good show to see.

Penglai Hall.

She naturally walked in with Ye Licha, Liu Su, and Ling Xiao behind her. Actually, she couldn't casually bring so many people into the harem, but as for the medical rules, it wasn't a big deal.

He smelled a strong scent of medicine as soon as he entered the large bedroom. The air was thin and heavy, making it seem as if there was a sense of oppression in the air. When the old wet nurse serving the Empress saw the Feng Mochen and her people enter, she immediately went forward to pay her respects.

"This old servant greets Your Highness."

Feng Mochen paused in her steps, glanced at her, and waved her hand. "No need for formalities, where's the Empress?"