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Chapter 166 166. Cinderella's Sister Meets the Prince's Brother (61)

Song Xiwu ignored the maid and looked at the void, wondering what she was thinking.

"You go down first."

Memphis walked in slowly, seeing her like this, his eyes flickered with pain, and took the bowl from the maid.

The maid seemed to be a little afraid of Memphis, she quickly lowered her head, bowed respectfully and retreated.

Memphis sat on the edge of the bed with the bowl in hand, took a spoonful of soup and handed it to her lips, "Drink some soup, if this continues, your body won't be able to bear it."

Hearing his voice, Song Xiwu stiffened slightly and turned away, as if she didn't want to see him again.

Memphis' eyes darkened, "No matter how much you hate me, you shouldn't ruin your body."

The man's sad voice made Song Xiwu's apricot eyes turn red, but she was not as easy-hearted as before.

In the past three days, she has been thinking, without his destruction, would she and Perlor become a loving couple that everyone envied, instead of falling into the situation where they met as enemies?
She really liked Peror very much. The girl longed for her prince and a happy married life.

But when she thought the dream was about to come true, the dream was shattered. She thought it was fate, but she didn't think that there was artificiality in it.

And that person is the relative she holds in her heart.

How can Song Xiwu endure the betrayal and harm of her most important relatives?
Perlor stabbed her in the heart, and Memphis stabbed her again...

If she had known earlier, she should have listened to her parents and stayed away from the royal family.

But what can she do if she wants to?
Memphis looked at her and didn't even want to look at him, his heart felt like ice, cold and painful.

I knew this day would come, but when it came, Memphis found it more unbearable than imagined.

Apology is too pale, she doesn't want to make amends.

Memphis smiled wryly, committing a crime of his own accord.

He put down the soup bowl and stared at her with nostalgia and bitterness, "Aphrodite, there is a word in the east called apology with death, can you use my life to atone for it?"

Song Xiwu grasped the quilt unconsciously with both hands, and tears fell down uncontrollably.

Memphis bowed his head sadly, and took out a dagger from his sleeve. A cold light flashed across him. He stabbed the dagger into his heart without any hesitation, but when he was about to stab down, his hand was firmly grasped.

Song Xiwu looked at the blood gushing out of his chest, staining her hands red, angry and sad at the same time, she glared at him angrily, as if asking if he was crazy?

Regardless of the blood gushing from his heart, Memphis's face was as pale as paper, but his thin lips were slightly raised, and there was light in his eyes, "Aphrodite..."

After all, she couldn't bear him!
Song Xiwu glared at him fiercely again, and the warm light magic slowly healed his wound.

Memphis' voice was full of bitterness, "Don't you hate me?"

Song Xiwu's fingertips trembled, but she didn't look at him.

"You should hate me, I caused you to suffer a lot of grievances in the palace," Memphis leaned weakly on the bed, "but, Aphrodite, you can kill me if you hate me, don't blame us It's not worth it to torture yourself."

A teardrop fell on the back of his hand, but Song Xiwu still didn't look up at him.

Memphis felt dejected and slowly closed his eyes.

The wound was no longer bleeding, but Song Xiwu, who hadn't heard his voice for a long time, frowned, pursed her lips, and looked up at him.

But he saw an abnormal blush on his face, and he passed out with his eyes closed.

Song Xiwu's eyes trembled, and she patted his face worriedly, but her tentacles were very hot.

Memphis!
Song Xiwu's heart was full of fear, she remembered what he said, the descendants of the human race and the witch race, either have mediocre aptitude, or were born with serious illnesses and never knew when they would die.

He can become the patriarch of the Wu clan, and he will not be mediocre in qualifications.

Thinking of the stubbornness of his illness, Song Xiwu was extremely worried and flustered, not knowing what to do?
She quickly lifted the quilt and wanted to get out of bed to recruit someone, but because she hadn't had a drop of water for a few days and had just spent magic, her body was very weak for a while, and she could hardly even stand upright.

Song Xiwu supported the edge of the bed to stabilize her body. She shook her head and staggered out to call for someone.

"His Royal Highness."

As soon as Song Xiwu opened the door, she saw Vic standing outside the door. With a smile on her face, she quickly pulled Vic inside.

Vic followed in confused, what's going on?
Song Xiwu brought Vic into the inner room, and pointed at the unconscious Memphis in a panic.

"Your Highness is this?"

Vic hurried forward, feeling Memphis' pulse and forehead with his hands, "How could His Highness's condition relapse?"

Song Xiwu pursed her lips, guilt appearing on her pale face.

At this time, Vic also found blood on Memphis's chest and a dagger thrown aside.

Well, it turns out that His Royal Highness has used a trick!

Even with His Highness's body, bitter tricks are really not easy to use, and it will be fatal if you are not careful.

However, the seriousness is not all bad. Vik glanced at Song Xiwu who was about to cry, and shook his head slightly.

As far as what His Highness did before, it is impossible for the little girl to not mind at all. It is quite cost-effective to let myself feel sorry for a little injury and win her forgiveness.

With all kinds of twists and turns in his heart, Vic gave Memphis medicine and treatment, but he was unambiguous at all.

"I've already taken the medicine. If your highness can reduce the fever at night, you should be fine."

Song Xiwu put down her heart and raised it again, pursing her lips and glanced at Vic.

"Princess, what do you want to ask?"

Vic asked tenderly.

Song Xiwu was silent, and nodded slowly: With such a high level of cultivation, is there nothing he can do about his illness?And the Wu Clan?

Vic shook his head with a sigh, "Your Highness's illness is the fate of the witch clan, even if the gods are reborn, they cannot be cured."

Song Xiwu's face turned pale: Is there really nothing I can do?
Vic was silent, and Song Xiwu looked at him anxiously, telling him not to hide anything from her.

Vic sighed, "Doesn't the princess resent Her Highness?"

Song Xiwu's expression was slightly stiff, she turned her head to look at the unconscious man on the bed, after a long time, she smiled bitterly, and reached out to touch his hand.

She also wanted to hate him, but she couldn't hate him. She could only trap herself, not knowing how to face him.

However, when you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with him.

She broke his business, and it's normal for him to take revenge.

It's just that fate played a big joke on them. The two who thought there would be no intersection gradually came together and became each other's spiritual support.

And the more you care, the more you can't let go.

But before his life, other things are no longer important.

Song Xiwu hoped that he would be well from the beginning to the end.

"His Highness has always wanted to tell you the whole truth," Vic said softly.

Song Xiwu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hands clenched tightly.

"It's just that he doesn't know how to tell you. He is even more afraid that the truth will make you unbearable. Inadvertent mistakes can cause harm. He is not afraid that you will retaliate against him, but he is afraid that you will break up with him and torture yourself."

(End of this chapter)