The Regent's Concubine is Crazy

Chapter 295

In the dim candlelight, Jun Feiqin's face looked particularly pale. He sat on a simple wooden chair, his hands clenched into fists, as if he was suppressing his inner anger and anxiety. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner waves, but the anger was like a prairie fire, burning more and more vigorously.

"Queen, how dare she?" He murmured to himself, his voice full of disbelief and anger. He couldn't believe that the empress, who was usually dignified, gentle, kind and amiable, would do such a thing.

Mo Shaoxie sat opposite Jun Feiqin, his face was equally solemn. He looked at Jun Feiqin's angry and helpless eyes, and couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy in his heart.

"The Emperor abolished her son's title as Crown Prince and handed the harem over to your mother and Concubine Xian to manage. The Queen must be desperate." Mo Shaoxie said coldly.

Jun Feiqin felt a chill in his heart after hearing what Mo Shaoxie said. He knew that the Queen's action this time was undoubtedly a last-ditch effort. He frowned and thought deeply, worried about the safety of his mother and his father.

"Regent, the plague here has not been resolved yet. What should we do?" Jun Feiqin asked anxiously, his voice revealing a deep worry and uneasiness.

Mo Shaoxie looked at his anxious eyes and felt a little comforted. He knew that although Jun Feiqin was the emperor's son, he didn't like him and didn't want the Dongyue Dynasty to fall into turmoil.

Although Jun Feiqin is young, he has a compassionate heart and is a good candidate in the royal family. Mo Shaoxie said calmly: "The king and the princess are here, you don't have to worry."

Jun Feiqin couldn't help but feel warm in his heart after hearing his words. He knew that with Mo Shaoxie and Shangguan Ziling around, he could at least feel more at ease.

"Does the Regent mean that I should return to the capital immediately? However, I cannot defeat the Queen and her mother's family." Jun Feiqin said in a low voice, his voice revealing a deep helplessness and despair.

Mo Shaoxie looked at his depressed expression and said coldly: "It's useless."

Upon hearing this, Jun Feiqin was not angry, but lowered his head even more.

Mo Shaoxie looked at Jun Feiqin with deep eyes and said, "Mo Feng, take the Mo family army tiger talisman and lend a helping hand to the Fourth Prince."

When Mo Feng heard this, he was stunned. He looked at Mo Shaoxie with disbelief in his eyes.

Doesn't the master hate the emperor and the princes? He never interferes in their fights. He took a deep breath, came back to his senses and immediately said, "Yes."

Jun Feiqin was also delighted and said, "Thank you, Regent." He knew that with the support of the Mohist Army, he at least had the capital to compete with the Queen.

"You must return to Beijing immediately and stop Jun Yaotian from succeeding to the throne." Mo Shaoxie emphasized again, his voice revealing a firmness and determination.

"Yes." Jun Feiqin and Mo Feng answered in unison, their eyes revealing a firm belief and determination.

Jun Feiqin stood up, bowed to Mo Shaoxie, and said, "Regent, goodbye." Although his voice was a little trembling, it was full of determination and courage.

Mo Shaoxie looked at their departing backs and fell into deep thought.

In this space, Shangguan Ziling was like a dedicated alchemist, busy developing a potion to cure the plague.

Her hands handled the various medicinal materials skillfully. Except for taking out spiritual spring water to give to the people in the disaster-stricken area, she almost never left the space.

After three days and three nights of unremitting efforts, Shangguan Ziling's eyes were full of bloodshot, but her face was filled with a determined light. She knew that every attempt could be a key breakthrough, and she couldn't give up.

Finally, in the early morning of this day, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the cracks in the space, Shangguan Ziling showed a long-lost smile on her face. She held a bowl of freshly prepared medicine in her hand, and the rich aroma of the medicine filled the air, as if foreshadowing the upcoming victory.

"I finally succeeded!" Shangguan Ziling shouted excitedly, her voice echoing in the space, full of joy and pride.

The little fat boy had been silently accompanying her these past few days, watching her busy figure, with both heartache and admiration in his heart. At this moment, hearing Shangguan Ziling's call, he couldn't help but cheer: "Master, you are awesome! Now I can finally have a good rest."

Shangguan Ziling shook her head slightly. Due to the lack of Hanmei grass, Shangguan Ziling had to use the Qilingxue grass in the space as a substitute.

She mixed the spiritual spring water with other herbs and carefully prepared it according to the previous recipe. Then, she took a blood sample from a victim who had been infected with the plague and dripped the prepared antidote into it.

Surprisingly, the virus in the blood quickly dissolved and dissipated under the action of the antidote. This result gave Shangguan Ziling confidence, and she knew that there should be no problem with the antidote this time. However, in order to ensure safety and effectiveness, she decided to have someone test the drug to verify its efficacy.

Although there are certain risks in letting people test drugs, with her around, the lives of those doing the testing will not be in danger.

Shangguan Ziling took a deep breath and flashed out of the space.

Shangguan Ziling had just walked out of the space when she was hugged tightly by a pair of strong and warm arms. She looked up and saw Mo Shaoxie's handsome and deep face, his eyes full of concern and love for her.

"Ling'er, you finally came out." Mo Shaoxie's voice was low and hoarse, as if it contained endless worries. He hugged Shangguan Ziling tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his body and let her feel his warmth and strength.

There was a bright light flashing in Shangguan Ziling's eyes. She leaned gently in Mo Shaoxie's arms, feeling his breath and heartbeat.

"Mo Shaoxie, I have developed a medicine to cure the plague." Shangguan Ziling's voice revealed a hint of excitement and pride, and her eyes were shining with anticipation.

After hearing her words, Mo Shaoxie couldn't help but feel relieved and proud.

He looked at Shangguan Ziling's bloodshot face and couldn't help feeling distressed. He gently stroked her cheek and said softly, "Ling'er, you haven't rested in the past few days? Don't worry about them, go to sleep first, and then talk about other things."

Shangguan Ziling shook her head gently. She knew she couldn't rest. She raised her head, looked into Mo Shaoxie's eyes, and said firmly, "I'm going to test the medicine on people infected with the plague first to see if it really works."

Mo Shaoxie heard her words, he held her hand and said affectionately: "Leave it to the imperial physician."

Shangguan Ziling shook her head. She knew very well that if there was a problem with the antidote, the people who tested it might be in danger.

She has to be present in person so that emergency treatment can be provided promptly if an accident occurs.

"No, if the antidote doesn't work and the person testing the medicine is in danger, I can still rescue him if I'm here. Anyway, I must be there." Her tone was firm and decisive, not allowing Mo Shaoxie any room for rebuttal.