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

Very good, it hurts, which means I am not dead yet.

My chest hurts, but my palms are warm.

He glanced sideways, looking at the woman sleeping soundly on the edge of the bed, and the smile on his face deepened.

He remembered that she was Chen Yanhe's elder sister, the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites, and she was a few years older than him.

He was a good friend of Chen Yanhe and often visited the residence of the Minister of Rites.

Every time he came to the door, he could always see her.

But she said very little, and even blushed when he looked at her for a second.

But in his impression, she was a gentle, decent and generous lady from an official family.

Even when she was scolding Chen Yanhe, her face would turn red with anger, and she would act like a sister, with a face full of anger.

Now that I think about it, it seems that when she was around, her eyes did stay on him most of the time.

Just like the time when the green python attacked the palace, he was thrown several meters away by the green python, and everyone fled to a safe place.

She was the only one who, despite Chen Yanhe's attempts to stop her, ran towards him without hesitation, and held him in her arms despite his severe injuries.

It was then that he understood her feelings.

Only then did I feel that the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance on her body was so lingering.

He tightened his palm and wrapped her hand tightly inside.

"Crench!"

The door is open!

He immediately closed his eyes.

Chen Yanrou, who was beside the bed, suddenly opened her eyes.

Outside the door, General Guo Biao touched the sword in his hand and strode in.

He glanced at Chen Yanrou, who was standing beside the bed and protecting Jun Zeyuan behind her with a vigilant look on her face, and then looked at the medicine on the table that had not been touched at all, and couldn't help but frown.

"Miss Chen is the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites. As long as the Minister of Rites is willing to support His Royal Highness Prince Duan, Miss Chen will have a great future of wealth and glory."

Then he said coldly, word by word: "Why are you so ungrateful?"

Chen Yanrou looked nervously at the knife beside General Guo Biao, and calmed down: "General, as the daughter of the Minister of Rites, I am naturally well-educated and well-mannered. Now that the emperor is just unconscious, is His Royal Highness Prince Duan so impatient to kill his brothers?"

Guo Biao smiled with the corner of his mouth tilted, as if he had heard a funny joke.

"Brothers? Miss Chen, His Royal Highness Prince Duan said that Jun Zeyuan is just a lowly concubine's son, he doesn't have such brothers, Miss Chen, please be careful with your words."

Chen Yanrou frowned, and a trace of anger appeared on her face: "I thought that although General Guo Biao was a military commander, he also knew right from wrong. I didn't expect that the general was just like this."

Chen Yanrou's words seemed to have angered Guo Biao.

He took a few steps forward, picked up the bowl of poison on the table, and handed it to Chen Yanrou: "This general is like this. In front of this general, there is no right or wrong, only the strong and the weak, the dead and the living.

Miss Chen, if you give this bowl of medicine to Jun Zeyuan, maybe the people in the Minister of Rites' mansion can still be saved. If you refuse, then the lives of everyone in your mansion will be buried with Jun Zeyuan!"

Chen Yanrou stared blankly at the bowl of poison in Guo Biao's hand.

The poison in the bowl of medicine turned the entire silver needle black.

"Ms. Chen, one step to heaven, one step to hell, what do you choose?"

Chen Yanrou withdrew her gaze from the bowl of poison and looked at Jun Zeyuan who was still lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.