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

Yang Rongxin's face turned pale for a moment after hearing what Yang Susu said.

If the emperor or the queen knew about this, she would definitely be punished.

No matter how bad Jun Yichen's health is, even if he doesn't survive this cold winter, the Emperor and the Empress should still want to find a concubine for him.

It would be even better if I could leave behind an offspring.

"Third sister, you misunderstood what I meant. I didn't say that."

Yang Rongxin was anxious to explain.

"But I heard that Miss Yang meant that. Miss Yang cares so much about my second brother. I will definitely convey this to my father and mother, and let them thank Miss Yang for her concern for my second brother."

Jun Zeyuan said calmly.

When Yang Rongxin heard this, her pale face immediately turned panicky. The Sixth Prince was known for his poisonous tongue. If he really exaggerated the matter in front of the Emperor and the Empress, she would be finished.

Her panicked and pure eyes looked towards Jun Minhuai beside her for help.

"Sixth brother, please don't misinterpret Xin'er's meaning. Xin'er also has good intentions. This prince thinks that Second Brother should really take his health seriously now."

Jun Minhuai's voice was extremely cold, and contained endless anger.

Damn sick bastard.

He already had one foot in the grave, yet he came out to snatch a woman from him.

Jun Yichen held his chin and coughed softly. After he finished coughing, he smiled faintly: "Don't bother me, fourth brother, to worry about my health. I know it well."

Then he said to Yang Susu in a gentle voice: "Su'er, the God of Heaven said that tomorrow will be very cold and snowy.

This king knows that you have a cold body and are easily chilled, so I found a thousand-year-old snow wolf skin and made it into a cloak for you.

Tomorrow when you enter the palace, you can wear the purple fur coat given by your father and this cloak, and you won’t be cold.”

Yang Susu looked at the bright-colored thousand-year-old snow wolf fur cloak that the guard brought up, and her eyes turned red for a moment.

She knew that this was the spoils she had won after surviving a life-and-death battle in the dark.

It turned out that Jun Yichen not only rescued her, but also took away her spoils.

Now, she has returned and the secret agents have been eliminated.

He made this rare thousand-year-old snow wolf skin into a warm cloak and gave it back to her.

She reached out and took the thousand-year-old snow wolf cloak from the guard's hand, touched the soft, warm and comfortable fur on it, handed it to Wangyou behind her, and bowed slightly to Jun Yichen: "Thank you, Your Majesty. Su'er likes this cloak very much."

"As long as Suer likes it."

Yang Rongxin looked at the rare and valuable Snow Wolf Coat and couldn't help but become a little crazy with jealousy.

Wu sneered in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.

Yang Susu has caught the eye of His Majesty the Ming King, so why should she be so proud? The Ming King is just a person who is envied by the gods and on the verge of death.

What's so good about it?

While watching Jun Yichen and Yang Susu being affectionate and loving, Jun Minhuai held the teacup with too much force, and the cup broke into pieces with a "bang".

The sharp fragment pierced into the palm, and blood flowed out instantly.

The Fourth Prince saw blood and was injured in the General's Mansion. That's a big deal!

Although this injury was caused by himself.

Yang Rongxin stood up in panic.

"Your Highness, you are bleeding!"

The old lady who had been silent all this time also frowned and said anxiously: "Quick, call the imperial physician."

Wu saw all this calmly.

A slender jade hand grasped Jun Minhuai's wrist, looked at Jun Minhuai's bleeding palm carefully, frowned and said: "Your Highness, don't move."