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    A woman disguises herself as a prince and a man disguises himself as a concubine [Sixty-five]

    It was late at night, and most of the candlelight in the palace was extinguished.

    Concubine Ying retired from all the people in the palace, held a lamp in her hand, and entered the bedroom alone.

    A lamp is like a bean, and the fire is dim. Under the light and shadow, her beautiful face shows a bit of vicissitudes of life. She is old and is no longer a young girl in her twenties, so fresh that she can squeeze out water.

    Concubine Ying sat in front of the dressing table, stretched out her well-maintained slender fingers, and gently touched the end of her eyes.

    There are inevitably a few very fine lines there, which you can’t see unless you look carefully.

    She was in a daze.

    Changing her fate against the will of heaven and reviving her life, she thought it was God’s mercy that allowed her to get the glory that should have been hers that she had lost.

    But why do we need to add so much hardship to her?

    Concubine Ying lowered her eyes, took out an exquisite jade bottle from the makeup niche, held it in her hand, stood up and walked inside again.

    Crossing the screen curtain and gently pushing open a bookcase, a dark door was revealed, covered with a little dust.

    She opened the door and walked in with ease. She smelled a familiar smell of herbs and herbs in her nose. The smell was so strong that it almost made her sick.

    At the end of the dark room, there was a soft couch, with a person lying vaguely on the couch.

    There was a medical woman waiting inside. Seeing her coming, she hurriedly lifted up her skirt and knelt down. Her face turned slightly pale and her eyes were filled with fear.

    Concubine Ying never looked at her, she just sat down by the couch and reached out her hand to caress the face of the person sitting on the couch:

    “How is the prince doing lately?”

    If Li Xin had been present, he would have discovered that the “prince” that Concubine Ying called had a face that was 90% similar to that of her disguised as a man. He was the third prince she had never seen before.

    The medical woman was obviously used to hearing her rebellious words and did not dare to disobey her. Instead, she said respectfully:

    “Mother, the prince’s health has improved and he will wake up soon.”

    After hearing this, Concubine Ying looked slightly relieved:

    “Haosheng is watching over you, if something goes wrong…”

    As she spoke, she lightly glanced at the doctor woman. Although she did not make a ferocious gesture, the threat seemed to be substantial.

    The doctor girl was shocked and fell to the ground. She ignored the dirty dirt on her cheeks and said:

    “My maid dare not!”

    Only then was Concubine Ying satisfied. Then she took out a pill from the jade bottle and threw it in front of the doctor as if giving alms:

    “When things are done, I will naturally detoxify you.”

    The doctor girl hurriedly picked up the pills and kowtowed several times with tears in her eyes.

    Concubine Ying didn’t care what happened to her. Instead, she held the third prince’s hand very gently and said softly:

    “My mother has paved the way for you. When you wake up, this world will be yours.”

    The unconscious person on the bed is still neither sad nor happy, and his breathing is long, as if he is sleeping soundly.

    Concubine Ying felt a pain in her heart and her eyes gradually turned red.

    If she hadn’t been negligent for a moment, how could she have let that old man, Duke Wei, get his hands on it?

    In this case, it was time for him to taste the feeling of losing his own flesh and blood, and start by operating on that concubine’s little hooves. She would cut him off from his descendants bit by bit.

    Thinking of this, Concubine Ying sneered unconsciously, and all the soft color on her face faded, making the doctor girl tremble at the side.

    She squinted at her:

    “Is the thing I asked you to make last time ready?”

    The doctor woman trembled, winced, and groped around for a while before taking out a small paper bag, holding it in both hands and handing it over.

    Concubine Ying took it, opened a corner and looked at it:

    “After it’s done, will there be any traces left?”

    The doctor woman shook her head firmly:

    “It’s absolutely impossible. Even if the imperial doctor came, he wouldn’t be able to find anything.”

    Concubine Ying’s face couldn’t be said to be satisfied, she just responded with a mild response, took the paper bag and went out.

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