Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"Chen'er, are you hurt?"

Emperor Wen Zhao's cautious and caring look made Jun Minhuai, who was walking towards the empress dowager not far away, pause. He squeezed the black jade in his hand, and the hatred in his eyes was surging and almost overflowed from his eyes, and he could hardly hide it!

His father, since he was a child, had no eyes for him, only that bitch and her terminally ill son!

Jun Minhuai looked at Emperor Wen Zhao, whose face was full of concern, with deep disappointment and sadness hidden in his eyes. He gently smiled and nodded silently: "Nothing, thank you for your concern, father! Cough cough cough, cough cough..."

Emperor Wen Zhao said worriedly: "Fortunately you are okay, otherwise the queen would be sad again!"

He then said, "Chen'er, go back and stop fooling around. It's snowing and you're not feeling well. I will tell your grandmother about your aunt's matter!"

The Queen Mother said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, what do you want to tell me? Today, the Prince of Ming and I have a bet. Do you think the Prince of Ming will leave?"

The Queen Mother's face was full of mockery: "Ming Wang, now that things have come to this, will you go back?"

Jun Yichen: "Ahem, no, ahem, ahem..."

Qingzhou hurriedly came to Jun Yichen, holding his chest, and said worriedly: "My Lord, you have a cough, the effect of the Heart Protection Pill has worn off!"

Suddenly, Jun Yichen covered his chest and started coughing violently: "Cough cough cough, cough cough cough, no, no problem, cough cough cough, cough cough cough..."

Jun Yichen's face was as pale as paper, and now that the effect of the Heart Protecting Pill had worn off, his chest was aching as if it was being torn apart.

Although he was wearing a tiger-fur cloak and a thick blanket on his legs, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and his legs were shaking slightly under the blanket. He put his hand on his chest and gasped for breath!

Qingzhou hurriedly took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve, poured out a white pill, and fed it to Jun Yichen!

The Heart Protecting Pills were prepared by the Master of the Medical Immortal Valley. Because the medicinal materials were precious and rare, and refining the pills was extremely time-consuming and laborious, there were only a few of them. Since it was the Queen who asked for it, the Master of the Medical Immortal Valley gave all those Heart Protecting Pills to King Ming!

"My Lord, are there any better ones?"

Qingzhou was very worried. The white pill that Jun Yichen had just taken was a cough suppressant and meridian-protecting medicine developed by the Imperial Hospital for Prince Ming. Ever since he used his inner strength to help the third young lady of the Yang family expel the silver needles in her meridians, his prince's health has been getting worse day by day. Before coming to Wenqing Palace today, his prince even coughed up blood. In order not to worry the queen, the prince took a heart-protecting pill and temporarily suppressed his cough before stepping into the Wenqing Palace!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The coughing sounds still filled the entire hall intermittently!

Everyone was talking about it. Seeing how seriously ill the King looked, they were afraid he wouldn't survive this winter month!

Grand Tutor Zhuang and Marquis Bochang both looked worried, and Emperor Wen Zhao looked even more unhappy: "Chen'er..."

Jun Yichen looked at the end of the inner hall: Yang Susu, if you don’t come out, I really can’t protect you!

Jun Minhuai raised his eyes, and a hint of understanding appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Jun Yichen, this is how you should be. This prince thought you were well again, and you almost fooled me!"

He walked towards the Queen Mother!

A rare smile of gloating flashed across the Queen Mother's angry face as she looked at Jun Yichen coldly. This little bastard's illness was so serious that he might be dying soon. It must be God's will!