Chapter 16
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The two of them turned around and saw a group of people standing at the door. The one in the front was dressed in a black robe. The most eye-catching thing was the blood-red Red Spider Lilies. The contrast of black, red and gold dazzled everyone's eyes.
The blood-colored Red Spider Lilies reflected the ink-colored clothes, with golden edges on the edges.
Beneath the purple-gold crown was an extremely handsome face, but it was also an extremely evil face. That pair of eyes that seemed to be pure black, without a trace of light. They were like a deep pool of ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, sucking people in violently, cold and treacherous.
His delicate and beautiful face did not have the slightest femininity. Instead, it was full of the evil charm of a man.
His light-colored thin lips were slightly pursed, forming a soul-stirring beauty. But for no reason, people could taste the coldness of a blood sea.
Looking into his eyes, Ning Xueyan's hands under her sleeves involuntarily tightened.
But she quickly controlled her emotions and did not reveal a trace. She was just stunned. Then she slowly lowered her head.
Fortunately, she was reborn and had a strong mind. Otherwise, she could not look into his eyes without fear.
He was incomparably handsome, yet he was also extremely cold and gloomy, forming an extreme visual and psychological shock.
This kind of person must be able to control people's life and death at will. He had been high and mighty for a long time and had a cold mind.
At this moment, he was staring coldly at the people in the mourning hall.
"Yan 'er, what's wrong?"
Ning Zu 'an stood beside him, frowning and looking at Qingyu, who was kneeling beside Ning Xueyan, with displeasure. "This girl is really not a sensible girl. What will Prince Yi think if he hears it?" he thought.
"Father, I'm … I'm fine."
Ning Xueyan forced herself to sit up straight. There was a faint smile on her face, but her hands could not help trembling slightly.
"What's wrong?"
Ning Zu 'an asked Qingyu this time. His eyebrows were fierce. He was a military general, so his glare was full of killing intent.
"Marquis, Miss is not feeling well. She has been sweating all the time. I want to ask a doctor to check on her." Qingyu was worried about Ning Xueyan and scared of Ning Zu 'an. She immediately kowtowed and answered.
"Then why aren't you going?" Ning Zu 'an frowned.
"All the physicians … are with the First Madam …" Qingyu's voice trembled. She stammered and didn't finish her sentence.
Ning Zu 'an looked at Ning Xueyan's frail body, which was so thin that it looked as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind. He then saw that there was no one else in the mourning hall except for the pair of master and servant. A trace of anger flashed across his face. He had asked her to prepare the funeral properly, but Madam Ling had ignored his advice!
"Men, go to Yunxia Courtyard and find a physician!" Ning Zu 'an said furiously.
"Father, don't go looking for her. Mother's condition isn't very good either. Yan 'er will be fine. She'll be fine after a while." Ning Xueyan put on a gentle and sensible look and stopped her father.
He was gentle at this moment. The corner of Prince Yi's cold and stiff lips curled up slightly. He looked at her with interest. His starry eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a hint of coldness in his sharp eyes. Ning Xueyan turned sideways uneasily to avoid his gaze. This distinguished guest's gaze was too piercing.
"Your mother is fine. But you, get up and have a rest." Ning Zu 'an reached out to help Ning Xueyan up. His voice unconsciously became a little warm.
"No, I … am fine …" Ning Xueyan stood up with Ning Zu 'an's hand. As soon as she stood up, her body went limp and she fell backward.
Ning Zu 'an touched Ning Xueyan's hand and only felt that it was cold without any warmth. He angrily turned around and scolded the servant who hadn't left, "Why don't you go and find a physician?"
"Marquis, if you trust me, I have brought an accompanying imperial physician here. Let him take a look at your daughter."
His voice was as mellow as fine wine, but with a hint of coldness and sharpness. Even with her head lowered, Ning Xueyan could still feel that person's gaze fell on her. It was as if there was a dagger on her back.
This man is too dangerous. I must never provoke him!
Ning Xueyan inwardly concluded. She slightly lowered her long eyelashes to hide the trace of panic in her heart. But she did provoke him, and she even schemed against him this time.
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Ning Zu 'an had already expressed his gratitude. Qingyu also breathed a sigh of relief. She helped Ning Xueyan to sit on the low stool beside the coffin.
The imperial physician walked to Ning Xueyan's side. His nose slightly twitched, and he looked at the coffin placed on the coffin in confusion. He frowned slightly, but then he focused on feeling Ning Xueyan's pulse.
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