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

Prince Duan was also injured because he saved Prince Jing.

I heard that he was cut on his arm. Although some blood flowed, the wound was very small.

Jun Minhuai's reputation improved again.

Jun Minrong was sent back to the palace for treatment, with half of his face tightly wrapped in gauze. Although he was awake, he could not leave the palace.

The night is cold.

Jun Minrong lay on the bed, his face still showing the pain.

"His Royal Highness Duan Wang!"

The loud and orderly voices of the imperial guards could be heard from outside the palace gate.

Then, the door opened.

The room was a little dim, and Jun Minhuai walked a few steps to the bed.

He was wearing a dark blue brocade robe today, on which a huge flying dragon was seen, with its fangs bared and claws waving, looking lifelike, as if it was about to fly out.

"Fifth brother, are you feeling better?"

Jun Minrong slightly opened his one intact eye and looked at Jun Minhuai who was looking down at him.

His voice was hoarse and weak: "How did you know?"

Jun Minhuai smiled and said, "You've been with me for such a long time, don't you know me? I, your fourth brother, am not that stupid."

Jun Minrong smiled and said, "Since you were little, your father and mother have always favored you.

I have to give in to you in everything, and give you all the good things first, and I follow you like a servant, being ordered around by you.

I have always yielded since I was little, but this time, I don’t want to yield anymore. Perhaps I will never be able to defeat you. Haha, this is my fate.”

Jun Minhuai said with a cold face: "Fifth brother, when you plotted against me to kill Concubine Xu and the child in her belly, you were destined to die in my hands."

Jun Minhuai, who was lying on the bed, sneered: "If you ascend to the throne, you will not spare my life. Fighting or not, it will all lead to death."

Jun Minhuai snorted coldly with calm eyes: "You see clearly."

"Since ancient times, which prince in the royal family has not had this fate? When my father ascended the throne, my grandmother killed my uncle with her own hands, causing my father to bleed all the way to sit on that throne."

"If you behave yourself, I have never thought of killing you."

Jun Minhuai turned around and said, "My mother agreed to help me, but there is only one condition, that is, I must let you go and spare your life."

Jun Minrong was shocked.

There was disbelief in both eyes.

He thought that his mother, like the Empress Dowager, would rather kill him than let Jun Minhuai ascend the throne!

The tenth day of the first lunar month

An urgent message was sent from the border post.

The King of Zhenbei met with an accident on the battlefield and was killed by the enemy with a single sword.

When Jun Minhuai saw the battle report, his hand trembled and the teacup on the table fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Ling Luo hurried forward to clean up, but Jun Minhuai seemed to have lost his soul. He read the battle report in his hand over and over again. When he was sure that he had not read it wrong, he stood up and walked towards the Qianqing Palace tremblingly.

Palace of Heavenly Purity

Concubine Xiao has been taking care of Emperor Wen Zhao for more than half a month and has never left.

Emperor Wen Zhao, who was lying on the bed, had a plump body, but now his face was so thin that his cheeks were sunken and his face was pale.

If it wasn't for the fact that he still had a breath of air, everyone would have thought he was dead.

After Xiao Guifei cried for a few days, her eyes became worse and painful, so Doctor Wen prescribed her some medicine.

She seldom cries now. Doctor Wen said that crying too much will cause blindness.

As long as she quietly accompanied Emperor Wen Zhao, she would feel at ease.

When Jun Minhuai stepped into the Qianqing Palace, Concubine Xiao was helping Emperor Wen Zhao wipe his hands.