Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

Mr. Xie's eyes were a little complicated and distracted.

He thought that Xie Yuanjiu had sent him two letters in the past few months.

Every time, I reported that I was safe. Other than that, I never said whether my life was good or not.

He thought that his daughter was a person with integrity and knew that she had done something wrong. No matter how miserable her life was, she would not cry to him.

Now I heard Mrs. Xie say that it turned out that Xie Yuanjiu had been trying to do good things.

As a father, he also developed intolerance.

No matter how much he hates Mrs. Xie, Xie Yuanjiu is his only child after all.

The candle on the table burned its core, making a snapping sound and the light swaying.

Mr. Xie sighed heavily.

"Okay, in that case, I promise you, when my eldest brother comes home after finishing this work, I will tell him about Yuanjiu."

Mrs. Xie Er was overjoyed.

She was extremely happy and said: "Okay, okay! My husband, you must not forget it."

Mr. Xie raised his cold eyes and looked at her.

"However, I also have requirements."

"The reason why Yuan Jiu was sent back to her hometown by her eldest brother was because she made a big mistake in the palace and tried to shift the blame to Ning Ning."

"If the eldest brother agrees to her return to Beijing, then when she comes back, you have to let her go and apologize to Ning Ning."

The happy flame in Mrs. Xie's heart suddenly felt like a ladle of cold water had been poured on her.

There was a look on her face: "Apologise to the princess..."

Mr. Xie's expression immediately became fierce: "Are you still unwilling?"

Mrs. Xie hurriedly changed her words: "How could it be possible? My husband has considered everything carefully."

Mr. Xie didn't want to say another word to her, so Mrs. Xie left the study wisely.

After walking a little further, in the corridor, under the dim light of the lantern, she tightened the handkerchief angrily.

Cursing in a low voice: "Let my Yuanjiu apologize to Shen Ningning? Bah! What the hell is that?"

If it weren't for Shen Ningning, how could her daughter be kicked out of the capital?

It seemed that before Xie Yuanjiu came back, she had to find a way to make the Xie family hate Shen Ningning.

Mrs. Xie was thinking about it when she walked to the front yard and saw Xie Ming'an rushing back dusty.

She quickly hid behind the corner of a nearby pillar.

Xie Mingan wore a navy blue cloak and a white fox fur, which made his expression even more cold and majestic.

He had just returned from handling a case in Gyeonggi Province and had not returned home for several days.

Unexpectedly, the first thing he said when he came back was to ask the concierge: "Has Shen Ningning been back recently?"

The porter answered truthfully: "The princess has not come back, and the master has been too busy for several days and has not returned home."

Xie Mingan frowned without leaving a trace and threw the riding whip to the concierge.

"I know, back off."

After he left, Mrs. Xie walked out from behind the pillar.

There was a sparkle in her eyes.

When she saw Xie Ming'an just now, she remembered that apart from her, Xie Ming'an was the person who hated Shen Ningning the most in this mansion!

If Shen Ningning is to be hated by the people in the Xie Mansion, Xie Ming'an is the breakthrough!

…

Mo Ling was seriously ill with cold.

When Shen Ningning learned the news, she was in class at the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies.

Master Han was on the podium, talking about Chang Liu taking advantage of people's danger to launch an attack on the border.

When he expressed his indignation passionately and generously, Chen Shaobei pushed in from the door.

"Miss Shen!" Chen Shaobei's face was deep and his tone was urgent: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is ill. The Emperor ordered me to invite you to the palace."

Shen Ningning was startled and stood up quickly.

The two of them said goodbye to Master Han, and then hurried away together.

The carriage entering the palace drove very fast.

Shen Ningning's little body swayed, and the jade rabbit lantern hairpin between the tips of her black hair continued to reflect the cool light.

"Brother Chen Shaobei, before I left the palace last time, I left a pinch of spiritual grass. Isn't it useless?"

Chen Shaobei opened a corner of the curtain, and the cold wind blew in the ice and snow.

The white rabbit fur around Shen Ningning's neck swayed slightly.

Chen Shaobei's deep voice was somewhat solemn.

"It doesn't work. In fact, His Highness has not allowed us to tell you."

"In the beginning, a piece of spiritual grass can make him feel relieved immediately."

"But as we get to the back, the cold syndrome becomes more severe, and even taking four spiritual herbs at the same time can't stop it."

"We gave His Highness all the ten spiritual herbs you left behind last time. Unexpectedly, His Highness still developed symptoms of cold poison."

Shen Ningning's heart skipped a beat, and her round little face turned pale.

Why is my brother's illness getting worse and worse?

Moreover, from this point of view, she must provide more spiritual herbs.

But the latest batch of spiritual grass that grew in the fairyland has been sent to the border by her to support Xie Mingxu and the army.

Now, the spiritual grass in the fairyland is still growing.

What could she do to save Mo Lingwei?

When the little guy followed Chen Shaobei to Zichen Palace, the emperor was losing his temper with all the imperial doctors.

On the white jade steps, beyond the majestic golden palace brackets, is the gloomy sky.

The emperor's angry voice seemed to be amplified countless times.

"Every one of them is a so-called saint, and they all say that they are inherited from a century-old medical family. However, even the prince's disease cannot be cured after many years!"

"What use do I have for you? Get out, get out!"

The doctors staggered away.

The emperor's gloomy eyes turned to see Shen Ningning's little figure, and hope burst out.

"Ning Ning, little girl Ning Ning, you are here. Do you still have the spiritual grass? Take out some more to save Ling Wei's illness!"

The emperor's voice was trembling: "He had such a serious attack this time that his whole body was as cold as ice."

Shen Ningning pursed her pink lips and said, "Uncle Emperor, please let me check on my brother's condition first."

The emperor quickly moved out of the way.

After entering, I saw the earth dragon burning vigorously in the temple and six braziers placed there.

Even so, as she approached the couch, Shen Ningning saw that Mo Lingwei's eyebrows and eyelashes had a layer of frost.

His face was cold and pale, as if he was asleep.

I ate ten pieces of spiritual grass, but it was of no use at all.

Ordinary people take ten pills and already feel like their body is on fire, which is extremely painful.

But it couldn't relieve Mo Lingwei's symptoms...

Shen Ningning frowned and stood up.

"Uncle Emperor, according to this situation, I will take out at least twenty spiritual herbs for my brother to take."

"But...I have been sending spiritual herbs to the frontier recently, and now I don't have as many as twenty."

Even if it grows long in the fairyland, it will take two days to grow a crop.

The emperor was deeply shocked, opened his eyes wide, and murmured: "Then... what should we do? Is there really nothing we can do?"

Shen Ningning comforted him not to worry.

The little guy asked Chen Shaobei to run errands for her, and went to her shop to get all the remaining spiritual herbs for soup.

She has stock in the shop.

Before Chen Shaobei left, Shen Ningning confessed: "By the way, I'm telling Aunt Yun that we can't open the shed to help the people as usual tomorrow, and let her close the shop for three days."

Chen Shaobei looked at Shen Ningning with complicated eyes and nodded slowly: "Okay."

The emperor sat by the couch and looked at Mo Lingwei's brows and eyes, which were cold and covered with frost.

He was so anxious that he wished he could take the punishment himself.

And in this short moment, memorials of avalanches in several counties were rushed into the palace.

The emperor's eyes were red with the overwhelming government affairs and the relapse of the old illness of the prince.

"Why did God's sufferings fall on my son? What did I do wrong to deserve such a punishment from heaven?"

Shen Ningning sat next to Mo Lingwei, looking at the emperor's haggard and tired figure.

She couldn't help but sigh too.

at this time.

The eunuch outside happily came to report: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Xie has brought the miracle doctor Sima Han!"