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

"Miss!"

Wangyou's voice was slightly hoarse: "It's cold outside, Miss should wear more clothes."

Yang Susu looked at the fox fur cloak she was wearing and said with a smile, "That's enough. As for you, when you go back, ask Leng Feng to make you a cloak as well. The weather in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty is so cold. Who can stand it without a cloak?"

Wangyou nodded. She was wearing a thick cotton jacket. She didn't feel cold in the past, after all, she was a martial artist. But for some reason, she was afraid of the cold these days.

"Miss Yang San, the emperor is still sick and waiting for you. You'd better go quickly. If you go too late, if something happens to the emperor, I'm afraid you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."

Mingxiang looked unhappy.

Yang Susu glanced at Mingxiang coldly.

Mingxiang shrank back, and then stepped back, she was afraid that Yang Susu would poison her.

Although she hated Miss Yang San, she knew her ability to smell and poison, so she naturally didn't dare to get too close to her.

Yang Susu retracted her gaze, Wangyou held up the oil umbrella, and walked towards the Qianqing Palace.

The Qianqing Palace was in chaos again.

Concubine Xiao sat in front of the dragon couch, wiping her tears, her eyes red, and everyone knelt below on the cold ground, looking panicked.

When Concubine Xiao saw Yang Susu coming in, she was like a savior: "Yang Susu, the emperor has had a high fever for several hours and has been tormented by nightmares just now. Please go and take a look."

"A high fever that won't go away? Tormented by nightmares?"

Concubine Xiao nodded: "Yes"

Yang Susu rubbed her sore eyes.

She actually hadn't fallen asleep the whole time, thinking about too many things and worrying about Jun Yichen. She finally managed to fall asleep for a while, but was woken up by Mingxiang.

"The Emperor was seriously injured, isn't it normal for him to have a fever?

Is it true that even the imperial doctors can’t cure a fever?”

Yang Susu's tone was somewhat cold.

If possible, she didn't want to save Emperor Wen Zhao at all.

What's the point of saving this emperor whose mentality is already perverted and twisted?

Doctor Wen knelt on the ground, lowering his head: "Miss Yang San, we have tried many methods but failed to reduce the emperor's fever. We are afraid that if the emperor continues to have a fever like this, he will..."

Yang Susu yawned. Emperor Wen Zhao's luck was fading and his death was approaching. However, Jun Zeyuan was still in a coma and Jun Yichen had not returned yet, so he could not die yet.

She then took out a small pill from her sleeve and placed it in Concubine Xiao's hand: "Antipyretic medicine, give it to him."

Concubine Xiao looked at the pill in her hand. It was a small pill, one side was red and the other side was white. It looked very strange.

Anyway, Concubine Xiao had never seen such a pill.

Mingxiang brought some water and fed it to Emperor Wen Zhao.

"I'm going back to bed."

When Yang Susu walked to the door, she heard Emperor Wen Zhao on the dragon couch screaming again: "Juan'er, Juan'er, don't go! I was wrong, I was really wrong, don't go, don't go with Qingchuan, don't..."

"Your Majesty, I am here, I am here, Your Majesty..."

Concubine Xiao held Emperor Wen Zhao's hand, tears streaming down her face.

Yang Susu took a few steps out of the Qianqing Palace. She just wanted to go back to sleep as soon as possible. After sleeping, she would think of a way to find Jun Yichen.

Emperor Wen Zhao may not be able to hold out for much longer.

If he doesn't come back, I'm afraid the Eastern Zhou Dynasty will be handed over to Jun Minhuai.