I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 575

Chapter 575: Chapter 221: Empress Baby Snuggles Into the Quilt! If You Can Use Your Mouth, Try Not to Use Your Hands!_3

"Mr. Chen, this is so strange..."

"Hold on, it’s almost over."

As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a scene, and his breathing suddenly became erratic.

Perhaps due to the earlier bath and change of clothes, Lin Jingzhu was only wearing a white short skirt. He was sitting cross-legged, and with the mist soaking the fabric...

In the dense white fog, it was even possible to see clearly...

"L-little Daoist Feng Yan?"

A thought flashed through his mind, interrupting the Supreme Heart-Cleansing Mantra for a moment.

Meanwhile, the Empress, hiding under the covers, sensed something and grew increasingly annoyed, muttering through gritted teeth:

"Damn little thief, daring to be with Zhu’er... This is infuriating!"

"You scoundrel, I’ll bite you!"

(O_o)?!

Chen Mo shivered suddenly, his expression becoming very peculiar.

Your Highness, calm down!!

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Prince Yu Mansion.

In the bedroom, the candlelight flickered like beans.

Chu Heng lay quietly on the bed, his face pale, eyes tightly shut, still in a coma.

An old man with a long beard sat beside him, eyes closed, his fingers placed on Chu Heng’s forehead, with a faint glow emanating.

Under the glow, Chu Heng’s injuries were visibly healing at a rapid pace, a touch of blood color returning to his cheeks, yet he remained unconscious.

After half a quarter hour.

The old man withdrew his hand, breaking the glow.

The old butler standing by asked, "Mr. Fei, how is the Princely Heir’s condition?"

The Fei family had been practicing medicine for generations, with vast family influence. Nearly thirty percent of the medical halls in Capital City were operated by the Fei family.

And this elder was Fei Quan, the current head of the Fei family, a third-grade grandmaster in Medical Dao, whose medical skills had reached extraordinary heights and who was highly respected among the gentry.

Only Prince Yu Mansion could have invited him at this hour.

Fei Quan, with his long eyebrows and white hair, looked vigorous, not showing any signs of aging. Stroking his beard with his fingers, he pondered, "The injuries on the Princely Heir’s body aren’t too serious and not difficult to treat, but..."

"But what?" the old butler asked urgently.

Fei Quan shook his head and sighed, "The problem is that the Princely Heir’s Divine Soul is severely injured, which can only be slowly nursed back, but to what extent it can recover, I cannot say for now."

A grandmaster in Medical Dao can make white bones grow flesh and rejuvenate chronic illnesses.

But the Divine Soul is too complex, and any slight error could leave residual symptoms, from memory loss to the loss of all five senses, rendering the person as ignorant as grass and trees. Even Fei Quan didn’t have a particularly good solution.

"But fortunately, the Princely Heir’s Spirit Platform is still stable, so the hope for a full recovery is quite significant."

"I will prescribe a formula, to be used daily for herbal steam baths, along with the guidance of soul power, and we’ll observe the effects first."

Fei Quan took out a Jade Scroll and inscribed the prescription and precautions into it, handing it to the old butler.

The old butler nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Fei."

"It’s no bother."

"I will take my leave. If anything arises, feel free to inform the Fei family."

Fei Quan stood up and cupped his hands.

From start to finish, he never inquired about how the Princely Heir got injured... As a doctor, he’s only responsible for treating the wounds and illnesses; asking too many questions could drag him into the matter.

The room before him was pitch-black, so dark that he couldn’t see his hand in front of him. The old butler’s fingertips ignited with a red flame, dispersing the surrounding darkness.

The room was empty, except for a bed in the center. The air was filled with a damp, decaying smell.

The old butler approached and pulled aside the bed curtains.

A withered figure lay quietly on the bed, with high cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, and loose skin that appeared blue-gray, like a piece of wood soaked in rain.

The entire person was tightly bound with chains as thick as an arm, fastened to the bed. A red pearl was suspended over his chest, spinning continuously, releasing scarlet dust with each breath the man took, circulating back and forth.

The old butler bowed his head and said, "This old servant greets the Prince."

The man was unresponsive, his murky eyes devoid of any spirit.

The old butler seemed accustomed to this, and continued speaking on his own: "To report to the Prince, the plan is currently blocked, and the Princely Heir has been injured, making the situation somewhat dire. We will have to temporarily borrow the Prince’s Red Marrow Blood Pearl..."

"Since the Prince is silent, this old servant will assume you agree."

He wrapped his hand with True Yuan, took the red pearl from above, and placed it into a prepared wooden box.

Deprived of the blood qi support, the man’s complexion became even more ashen, his eyes suddenly widening, and he growled deeply like a beast, starting to struggle fiercely.

Crash—

The bed shook violently, accompanied by clanging metal sounds.

Soon after, the inscriptions on the chains lit up one by one, spreading an aura of tranquility and peace.

The man’s struggles grew weaker and weaker until he eventually became completely still, his gaze returning to blankness, staring dumbly at the ceiling.

The old butler leaned close and said in a low voice:

"Rest assured, Prince, as far as the current situation is concerned, Wu Lie will not last much longer..."

"By then, everything will take a turn for the better..."

"Just hang in there a little longer..."