Sang Yu still learned about Sang Yu's condition from Wei Fangxu.
She thought that Sang Yu was already twenty-five years old and would soon be twenty-six.
That means he only has about four years.
"38, how much is Sang Yu's favor worth?"
"Xiaoyu, he's sixty."
not enough.
Sang Yu was silent for a while, then asked: "Can my blood cure him?"
"It's okay, but there are too many toxins in Sang Yu's body. You have to cure him completely, unless you let him drink your blood every day for a year and a half..."
"Stop." If you drink it like that, it will take a year and a half, and the mulberry tree will be dead in a month.
Sang Yu leaned on the beauty's couch depressed, "It seems I can't save the emperor's uncle."
It is such a pity that such a man with such a gentle breeze and bright moon died.
Sang Yu touched her chest, feeling inexplicably reluctant to let go.
38 saw her reluctance and said secretly: "Xiaoyu, there is actually a way to cure him easily."
"explain."
38 said with some embarrassment: "It's just you and Sang Yu..."
Sang Yu raised an eyebrow: "What?"
38 covered her face shyly, but a short video inappropriate for children played in Sang Yu's mind.
After reading this, Sang Yu silently uttered: "Do you have to use that posture?"
It's a bit difficult.
38: Sure enough, don’t expect this little witch to be shy.
Naturally, Sang Yu couldn't let Sang Yu drink her blood every day, nor could she sacrifice herself so quickly. After all, her wound hadn't fully healed yet.
But in order to get his favor points, after she learned about his condition from Wei Fangxu, she pricked the palm of her hand with a needle and asked the imperial doctor to make pills from her blood, and ordered Wei Fangxu to send the pills to the Prince Regent's Palace.
Wei Fangxu brought the pills to the Regent's Palace and knelt down in front of Sang Yu.
"Your Majesty, I told the Emperor about your condition." He said with tears in his eyes, "This servant deserves to die for betraying the Prince, but I just don't want the Prince to be tortured every day."
He had been around Sang Yu for so long, and he had seen something.
Although Sang Yu is lustful, looking at it now, at least he has no bad intentions towards Sang Yu and is even a little interested in him.
Maybe she can really save Sang Yu, but not necessarily.
Surprisingly, Sang Yu didn't blame him.
He was silent for a moment and asked, "Did she say anything?"
Wei Fangxu took out the medicine bottle and presented it to him with both hands, and told Sang Yu's original words.
"My lord, this is a pill made from the emperor's blood. She said that she would not be afraid of life or death for you."
Sang Yu slowly lowered his eyelashes, looking at the medicine bottle in Wei Fangxu's hand with gloomy eyes, and said nothing for a long time.
Not afraid of life and death...
"Your Majesty?"
Wei Fangxu's voice brought him back from his thoughts.
He forgot to think about why Sang Yu knew Wei Fangxu was his, and forgot to think about everything between her, Xie Qian, and others.
He took the medicine bottle, tightened his fingers, and applied force unconsciously, which made his palms ache. He didn't seem to feel it, and even wanted to hold something harder...
The Queen's Changqiu Palace.
"The Emperor hasn't touched you yet?"
The queen's father, Shangguan Ling, the prime minister of Sangyun Kingdom, was questioning the queen Shangguan Jing with a serious face at this moment.
Shangguan Jing has always been docile towards her father. At this moment, she lowered her eyebrows and said guiltily: "No."
She knew that Shangguan Ling had high hopes for her, but in the past two years since entering the palace, no matter how hard she tried, Sang Yu had not favored her.
Although Sang Yu summoned her several times some time ago, he only asked her to give her a massage, and nothing else.
Shangguan Ling was furious: "You are really useless."
(End of chapter)
