My Princess Holds Superpowers

Prince Jing's face harbored a deeply concerned expression, and naturally, no one by his side dared to neglect their duties.

When Ye Jiu lay on the bed, after being examined one by one by some of the best doctors from Shuangxi Town, they could not determine the reason for his coma.

Similarly, they could not find the reason for the coma of several black-clothed men either.

Furthermore, these people had collapsed suddenly and inexplicably right under Prince Jing's watchful eyes, which truly seemed bizarre.

This made Prince Jing inevitably think of the last time, when the Princess Consort had been in a similar situation, and for a moment, he panicked.

Fortunately, Ye Jiu was not the only one who was comatose.

Prince Jing dared not conduct experiments on Ye Jiu, but those black-clothed men were another matter.

Each became a subject for the doctor's experiments, and when all the medications proved ineffective, they proceeded with extensive attendance.

No sleeping drug could block the onslaught of pain, and when the pain reached a certain level, even the sleeping drug had to temporarily recede.

Although the black-clothed men were awakened by the pain stimuli, what about Ye Jiu?

Helplessly, Prince Jing himself could not bring himself to administer such treatment, so he could only let the doctor slowly stimulate her with silver needles, hoping to awaken her.

At dinner time, yet Ye Jiu's absence made Mrs. He even more anxious, "Where's Xiaojiu?"

Aunt Fu answered from the side, "I just went to ask the serving maid, and she said the young lady had prepared a carriage to go out in the afternoon and has not returned yet."

After recovery, Ye Jiu was a particularly decisive person, and recently, capable people were continually emerging by her side, so it was common for her to go out; thus, the servants did not pay much attention to it.

Nevertheless, Mrs. He felt differently.

Perhaps she was frightened by Prince Jing; at any rate, she was particularly sensitive now.

Upon hearing that Ye Jiu had gone out and had not returned by now, she quickly asked Ye Gaosheng, "Fourth son, where did Xiaojiu go? Do you know?"

Most external matters were managed by these two siblings, and sometimes Ye Gaosheng knew even more about Ye Jiu's affairs than she did.

However, Ye Gaosheng replied, "I don't know, she might have had some business to attend to. She should be back later. If the little sister went far away, she wouldn't do so without telling us."

Suddenly, a chicken leg knocked over the bowl in front of him.

"You don't know this; you don't know that; what are you good for?" Although Mrs. He knew it wasn't Ye Gaosheng's fault, she still displaced her anger onto him without justification.

Old Man Ye hastily intervened, "Enough, Xiaojiu has always been resourceful; how can you blame the fourth son?"

Yet, Ye Gaosheng looked utterly bewildered, "I'm at fault."

Since their childhood, whenever Ye Jiu was around, the sole task for all the Ye family's younger generation, including Ye Gaosheng, was one thing.

That was to take good care of Ye Jiu, to ensure no one bullied her, she didn't get lost, assist her in walking, and help her with eating.

Even after Ye Jiu recovered, whenever she went out, Mrs. He always made sure to remind them, "Keep a close eye on your younger sister…"

These reminders, Ye Gaosheng had ingrained in his heart from his youth.

Of course, thanks also to Mrs. He's constant reminders, he and a few other young members of the family had the best relationship with their younger sister and now benefited the most from it.

It was only recently, after the younger sister had visited the capital city and returned, that she underwent significant changes, even becoming particularly independent in character.

Then, the family truly stopped treating her like a child.

Thus, when Mrs. He got angry, it instantly made Ye Gaosheng feel as if he were back in the old days, his first reaction being that he had not looked after Ye Jiu well enough.