Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

Chapter 84 Who Has Changed?

Emperor Mingyuan was reviewing the memorials. Before he came, Grand Secretary Sun had just left.

Grand Secretary Sun was well-known for his big mouth. If he saw Yu Wenhao cleaning in the royal

workroom, everyone would probably know about it in less than a day.

"Raise your head!" Emperor Mingyuan said.

Holding the rag, Yu Wenhao slowly turned around and forced a smile. "Father!"

Emperor Mingyuan's mouth twitched. After a few seconds, he was sure that he could suppress his

laughter. Then he said coldly, "There are so many ugly people making trouble."

Yu Wenhao stood there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "What does this have to do with so many

ugly people making trouble?"

"Mu Ru, take some removal cream and apply it to him!" Emperor Mingyuan ordered.

"Removal cream?" Mu Ru was stunned. "There is..."

"What nonsense?" Emperor Mingyuan said coldly.

Mu Ru answered and took out a small box from the cabinet. He walked up to Yu Wenhao and said with

a smile, "Your Highness, bear with it. It's a little spicy to apply the removal cream on it."

"Don't worry. I'm not afraid of pain." Yu Wenhao was touched by his father's kindness.

However, why was there a hint of pity in Mu Ru's eyes?

Soon, he couldn't think about it anymore. It was not just pain when he applied the removal cream. It

was a heart-wrenching pain, as if needles had pierced through his skin and flesh. He gasped and said,

"Be gentle, be gentle!"

"You can't even endure this little pain. What do you have to do?" Emperor Mingyuan said angrily.

Yu Wenhao swallowed back the pain that spilled from his lips. However, it was really painful. Only then

did he understand why there was a trace of pity in Mu Ru's eyes.

After applying the removal cream, he felt that his neck was no longer there, and he was almost numb

from the pain.

Moreover, he felt that his eyelids were even more swollen. Just now, he could still open half of his eyes.

Now, there was only one gap left in his eyes, and he could only vaguely see it.

"Get lost!" Emperor Mingyuan was granted amnesty, which saved him the trouble of sweeping the floor.

"Yes, I'll take my leave!" Yu Wenhao hurriedly retreated with his hands folded in front of his chest. He

could not see anything clearly and could not even see the door. He pulled the copper ring beside the

door with all his strength.

Mu Ru opened the door with a smile. "Your Highness, this way!"

It was not until the light came in that Yu Wenhao saw that he bumped into the door. He gritted his teeth

in pain and stumbled out.

Mu Ru could not help but laugh. When he saw Emperor Mingyuan's serious expression, he quickly held

back his laughter and said awkwardly, "Your Highness, your face is really swollen."

Outside, Emperor Mingyuan heard the sound of something rolling down the stone steps. He said

expressionlessly, "You deserve it."

Mu Ru glanced at him. It was the prince who rolled down the stone steps. Gu Si held him and

staggered away. What a pity.

Your Majesty, why did you apply the flowers cream other than removal cream? It hurts so much! Since

Mu Ru had used the removal cream, the pain was so unbearable. Moreover, the removal cream was

only used to deal with swollen and painful skin. Once there was a wound, it would be swollen to a great

extent.

"If it doesn't hurt, how can he have a good memory?" Emperor Mingyuan said with a straight face, "All

right, send him the flowers cream."

Yu Wenhao was in so much pain that he was helped back to the reception room of the Qinkun Palace Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

by Gu Si

When Yuan Qingling was cleaning the reception room, she saw that his face was even more swollen

and his eyes couldn't open. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's on your face? Why does it look

more swollen?"

Yu Wenhao was full of anger and did not want to talk to her. He narrowed his eyes and said to Gu Si ,

"Help me in. I don't want to see someone who l don't want to see."

Yuan Qingling had never seen such a petty person before. She remembered that he was the one who

wanted to hurt her. Now, she seemed to be the culprit. So she said coldly, "You said it as if you can see

me at any time. Look at your swollen eyes. It's really ugly."

"Yuan Qingling!" Yu Wenhao was so angry that his chest was about to explode. "Shut up."

Yuan Qingling put the broom on his shoulder and said, "Why should I shut up? I'm still leaving. Servant

Chang said that he had prepared green bean soup. I'll drink it, and you'll go crazy."

It turned out that they really couldn't get along well with each other. They were too naive before.

Yu Wenhao was helped in by Gu Si . After lying down, he was still cursing.

Gu Si couldn't stand it anymore. "Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Why are you making things

difficult for the princess?"

"Gu Si ." Yu Wenhao patted the bed frame angrily. "Didn't you know how vicious she is? She said that

my eyes are like a monkey's butt."

"Your Highness, do you hate the former princess or the current Princess?" Gu Si raised his hand and

asked.

Without hesitation, Yu Wenhao said, "The same disgust."

"In the past, you didn't even want to talk to her, let alone quarrel with her. Why did you become so

serious just because she said a word? Did she change, or did you change?" Gu Si asked back.

Yu Wenhao was stunned.

"Yes, why do I care so much about every word she says now?" Didn't you hate what she had done

before? "More than that." It was simply hatred and disgust.

What about now?

He took a deep breath, thinking about what she had been doing recently. Sometimes, he hated it,

sometimes she was very rational, sometimes even a little cute, such as when she came in with a

kitchen knife and said that she was drunk.

He had to admit that the words "Yuan Qingling" was enough to make him breathe rapidly and his brain

almost explode.

But why did this happen?

Gu Si said, "Your Highness, think about it carefully."

After that, he turned around and left.

Yu Wenhao put his hands on the back of his head and narrowed his eyes subconsciously. He suddenly

felt depressed. He did not need to close his eyes because he could not see anymore.

In the past, would he do something so childish? When he saw a hornet's nest, he wanted to play a

prank on that disgusting ugly woman. He would never do such a thing again when he was ten years

old.

Why would he still self-destruct in the Qinkun Palace in such a situation today? "Is it just to provoke

Yuan Qingling on purpose?"

It seemed that he had to keep a distance from this woman. Otherwise, he did not know how childish he

would do in the future.

When Yuan Qingling returned to the Qinkun Palace, she was still breathing heavily.

The retired emperor stared at her. "Can you stop eating? It sounds awful."

Yuan Qingling put down the porcelain spoon. "I won't eat anymore."

"Are you angry?" The retired emperor asked.

"I'm not angry." After thinking for a while, Yuan Qingling felt that there was no need to hide her

emotions. So she said angrily, "It's a lie not to be angry. I have never seen such a bad person. I thought

that he was kind enough to help me clean the royal workroom and l was grateful in my heart, but he

deliberately hit a hornet's nest to hurt me."

"In the end, didn't he hurt himself?" The retired emperor said.

"It's not that question. It's just different from what l have thought. I planned to get along well with him,

but when we entered the imperial palace today, we reached an agreement. Why can't this person be

kind? Am I so annoying? How can l find a way to make him satisfied?" The more Yuan Qingling thought

about it, the angrier she became.

The retired emperor shook his head. "I don't believe he would do that. You misunderstood him."

"There's no misunderstanding. He himself acquiesced." Yuan Qingling said grumpily.

"He has always been steady and careful. His father just asked him to take office in the Jingzhao

department. Why would he make trouble in the imperial palace?" The retired emperor truly didn't

believe it, but if it was true, then there was still hope for his grandson to be saved. At the very least, he

was a bit popular.