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

But for some reason, the prince, who had not been ill for such a long time, had another attack, catching the secret guards off guard.

The prince, who was about to be ill for the whole night, recovered early due to the arrival of Miss Yang San.

Inside the room, Jun Yichen, who had already washed himself, lay on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, his face pale, and his dark purple lips stained with a hint of blood.

Yang Susu sat on the edge of the bed, placed her fingers on his cold wrist, and carefully explored his unusual pulse.

The cold poison in the body was even more rampant. Now the cold air not only wrapped around the meridians, but also filled all the organs.

And the black air in the heart, for some unknown reason, became even bigger, no longer restless, and seemed to be ready to fight to the end with the cold air.

Yang Susu slowly withdrew her hand, her eyes full of fatigue.

Why is it so?

Even though her Three Life Stone contained so many miraculous elixirs, they were useless to his body.

She held his hand tightly, interlacing her fingers, hoping to warm his cold hand.

"Your Majesty, you can sleep here peacefully. I will be back soon."

She placed his hand under the quilt, tucked the corner of the quilt, and made sure that there was nothing wrong with him before she quietly walked out of the room.

In the lobby of the Ming Palace, Jun Zeyuan, dressed in a dragon robe, sat on the main seat, rubbing his temples with both hands.

Next to them were Qingzhou and Xiao Yi, both wearing official robes.

Obviously, when Li Bo sent the messenger, the three were still discussing court affairs and had not yet changed out of their official robes.

Jun Zeyuan's face was full of fatigue. Only after becoming an emperor did he know the hardships involved.

When the three of them saw Yang Susu coming in, they all turned their eyes to her.

Yang Susu sat down on the golden nanmu chair beside her and said tiredly, "The prince's condition has worsened again."

Jun Zeyuan frowned: "Is there any way?"

"The Queen Mother's suicide note contains a prescription for the cold poison, but some medicinal materials are missing. I'm afraid they may be hard to find."

"Write a copy for me, and I'll send more people to look for it."

Yang Susu nodded.

Li Bo came in with a pot of tea and filled it for everyone.

Yang Susu turned her gaze to Uncle Li: "Uncle Li, has the prince ever been like this before when he was ill?"

Li Bo was silent for a moment, then glanced at Jun Zeyuan.

"You don't have to hide it from me. If the prince hadn't been in this situation before, why would you have prepared the chains so early?"

Li Bo sighed and said respectfully, "When the prince was five years old, he had his first attack. Once he had an attack, he was like a different person, like a madman.

That time, he killed many people in the palace, and even ran out of the palace, went to a remote village, and slaughtered everyone in that village."

"None of us can bring back the mad prince who is ill and insane."

"That night, the village was flooded with blood and corpses were everywhere. All my men were killed by the prince. The prince was like a killing machine, killing and killing. He only sat down among the corpses after he had killed every last one..."

"That night, I hid in a dark corner and managed to save my life until the sky brightened and dawn broke. The blood red in the prince's eyes faded away. When the golden rooster crowed, the prince collapsed among the corpses."

"After that incident, we had a general understanding of the prince's illness.

We have trained a large number of secret guards and prepared ropes and chains to be used when the prince has an attack.

Since the first attack when he was five years old, the prince's illness would recur every few months, and I had figured it out: whenever the sky was covered with dark clouds and the moon was full, the prince would inevitably have an attack.

Our greatest effort is to trap the sick prince and prevent him from going out and killing innocent people."

Li Bo slowed down, looked up at Yang Susu and continued, "But since you, Third Sister Yang, appeared, the prince's illness has never recurred."

"I thought that with Miss Yang San around, the prince would never again..."

Yang Susu's heart was heavy, and she asked in a low voice, "Does he know what he looks like when he's sick?"

"I don't know. After slaughtering the whole village, my second brother didn't notice anything. When he woke up, he would forget everything the next day."

Jun Zeyuan rubbed his brows and said, "So, I have been living in Prince Ming's Mansion. I am afraid that my second brother will get sick. If I am here, I can help a little."

Yang Susu stood up and said to Li Bo: "Then clean it thoroughly and don't let him find out."

She bowed to Jun Zeyuan who was sitting at the top and said, "Your Majesty, I would like to ask for an imperial decree to grant marriage. I want to stay by your side and take care of him."

Jun Zeyuan stood up and walked forward to help Yang Susu up: "Second brother, I'll leave it to the second sister-in-law."

Yang Susu originally thought that she was the one trapped in hell, but she didn't expect that he, who was like the warm sun in the sky, was the one trapped in hell.

She must pull him out of hell. If she fails, she will fall into hell with him.

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That night, Yang Susu stayed by Jun Yichen's bed, unable to sleep. She held his hand tightly, fearing that if she fell asleep, he would become ill, go crazy, and kill innocent people.

There are too many mysteries about him.

Yang Susu understood that it was definitely not the cold poison that caused him to be like this.

What exactly is it?

At dawn, Yang Susu rubbed her sore eyes, and her hands, which had been tightly clenched all night, finally felt a little warm.

She was a little uneasy that night, but finally everything was fine.

She put his hand into the quilt and touched his pale and cold face.

He was sleeping soundly, with his thick eyebrows tightly furrowed, never relaxing.

She lowered her head and kissed him between his brows like a dragonfly touching the water: "My Lord, it's dawn, you should wake up too."

She reached out and stroked her furrowed brows: "Your Highness, today is the day the army returns to the city. My father is back. I haven't seen him for eight years. Su'er will go to the city gate to welcome him. Su'er will go back to the general's mansion first and come to accompany Your Highness later."

She tucked his quilt, stood up and walked out.

After Yang Susu left, Jun Yichen on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

He reached out and touched the area between her eyebrows that she had just kissed, his eyes deep and bitter.

In the past, every time he had an attack, he would pass out at dawn and forget everything, even though he had killed countless people.

But this time was different. This time he remembered his appearance when he was ill.

He almost killed her.

He is the devil.

How could I drag her into the hell?

When I returned to Qingyu Garden, Wangyou was already waiting anxiously at the door.

Seeing his young lady's haggard face, he hurried forward and called out worriedly, "Miss."