Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess novel Chapter 38

Yuan Qingling looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, Yu Wenhao asked, "Why do you think Prince Wenjun did it?"

Yuan Qingling thought for a moment and said, "Intuition."

Of course, she wasn't someone who would rely on intuition. Instead, based on her initial understanding of the current situation, she was able to deduce that it was Prince Wenjun.

Yu Wenhao saw through her at a glance. "I don't believe you, just tell me the truth."

"It's indeed," said Yuan Qingling indifferently.

She was annoyed by what she had said just now. She did not want to cause more trouble. These analyses were not good for her. On the contrary, it would make him think that she had understood these things when he was in the Lord Yuan's Mansion.

A person who read history books had a keen sense of the current situation. Prince Wenjun was the eldest son who had military merits. With the Emperor's highly appreciation and support by a group of court officials, he was determined to become the crown prince.

As for the other princes, even if they were ambitious, seeing Prince Wenjun's current power, they wouldn't be willing to help him get rid of Yu WenHao.

Because keeping Yu Wenhao was equivalent to setting a barrier for Prince Wenjun to become the Crown Prince. It was not said that the other princes would like Yu Wenhao, but it was helpful to ease the tension of the war of seizing the throne.

Yu Wenhao didn't ask any more questions. He was just a bit shocked. How could a foolish woman like Yuan Qingling know that it was Prince Wenjun?

It seemed that the people in the Lord Yuan's Mansion had talked a lot about the situation.

He hated the Lord Yuan's Mansion even more.

Yuan Qingling lay on the cushion and slowly closed her eyes.

She was really tired recently and wanted to sleep as soon as she touched the bed.

However, a lot of things had been entangled in her mind, making her tired and unable to fall asleep.

"You’re a bad woman!" His voice came from the bed.

Yuan Qingling turned her head outwards, not wanting to talk to such a rude person.

A pillow was thrown down and hit her head.

Yuan Qingling propped up her body and glared at him with tired eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I want to relieve myself!"

Yuan Qingling got up and took the chamber pot from the corner behind the screen.

"Call Tang Yang in." His eyes darkened slightly. Occasionally, she would be smart, but always be stupid at critical moments. He told her that he wanted to relieve himself was to ask her to call Tang Yang in and serve him, but not asked her to get the chamber pot.

Yuan Qingling put down the chamber pot and turned to go out for Tang Yang.

Tang Yang came out with the chamber pot after a short while and said to Yuan Qingling, "Your Highness, you can go in now."

Yuan Qingling nodded and was about to enter when Tang Yang suddenly said; “Wait a moment, Your Highness."

Yuan Qingling looked back at him and asked, "What's the matter?"

Tang Yang walked into the courtyard and waved at Yuan Qingling with a very mysterious expression.

Yuan Qingling walked down suspiciously. "Speak."

Tang Yang lowered his voice, "His Highness has another wound but no one is allowed to treat it. Just now... just now, I took a look and found that it's a bit festering."

"Another wound? Why don't treat?" Yuan Qingling said in shock.

Where was the wound? She had dealt with all wounds, and she had checked his whole body.

Except...

Her eyes slowly grew darker as she looked at Tang Yang. "Are you talking about... the thing of a man?"

"Are they named dick as this?" She thought.

Tang Yang was thirty-five years old. In his early years, he was familiar with the demimonde. Besides, he had followed Yu Wenhao go through fire and water. So that he could be considered a person who had experienced strong wind.

However, this strong man's face suddenly turned red. He sighed in his heart, "Your Highness, can you be more tactful?"

"What the hell is a man's thing?" "Could you name it the ancestors' hall of the prince's descendants?" "Even descendants house would sound better."

"Is it?" Seeing that he was in a daze and did not speak, Yuan Qingling asked again.