After rebirth, the scumbag prince only wants to pamper his wife every day

He Qingchen felt drowsy and weak all over.

He groaned when he was hit.

The deep and pleasant voice made the woman in the green dress blush. She took the opportunity to lean against him, listening to his rapid heartbeat. Her hands brushed across his body intentionally or unintentionally, her eyes fixed on his loose clothes.

After a few breaths.

She reached her hand in and rubbed his chest wantonly. The other two women's heads were buzzing from the fall. When they came to their senses, they saw that the woman was touching He Qingchen randomly. They were so angry that their eyes turned red.

They didn't care about anything else and immediately pulled her away from the left and right.

He hugged her again.

He Qingchen felt pain in his heart after being hit so many times. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a woman with loose hair, touching his heart.

He was stunned, thinking it was Shen Guidi.

He hugged her subconsciously and called out, "A'yi, you're back?"

The woman stiffened.

The other two women got angry and immediately went forward to pull that woman. Being dragged so violently, He Qingchen's eyes became clearer during the struggle, and he pushed away the woman who was pulling him tightly.

He staggered to his feet in a panic and asked angrily, "You, who are you? Where is the princess?"

"My lord, we..."

He Qingchen's blurry vision fell outside the window, and he saw Wang Huan, who was talking to the court doctor in the yard and pushing a woman with blood on the corner of her mouth to the court doctor. He immediately understood what was going on.

He shook his head, his mind sometimes clear and sometimes confused.

He immediately roared: "Wang Huan, get out of here!"

Wang Huan's body trembled, and he looked over in surprise, just meeting He Qingchen's murderous eyes. He shivered for a while, then lowered his head and slowly walked into the house.

He Qingchen couldn't stand, his vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

When Wang Huan saw the mess on the ground, he knew something was wrong.

Without waiting for him to speak, He Qingchen's fierce palm wind swept over fiercely: "What have you done? You are so powerful that you dare to be my master? Take the people you brought with you and get out of here, get out..."

Wang Huan was caught off guard and took the blow head on, falling against the door frame. He felt a sharp pain in his heart and something surged out of his throat.

He covered his heart and looked at He Qingchen in surprise, meeting He Qingchen's extremely angry eyes.

He was startled.

After He Qingchen delivered that palm strike, his whole body began to shake.

He had been able to hold on until now thanks to the medicine he had taken, and he had repeatedly mobilized his internal strength. In fact, he was so tired that he could not muster any strength at all, but there was a voice in his heart that kept reminding him to hold on.

Wang Huan's action was tantamount to stabbing him in the back at the most critical moment.

He tried his best to restrain himself. To others, it seemed that only half an hour had passed since he started taking the Chinese medicine in Jingshui Pavilion. However, to him, the discomfort that felt like a burning flame in his body had made him forget the time.

She just felt that she urgently needed to vent, urgently needed to reduce the fever, and urgently needed someone to help her.

The trace of rationality in my mind became more and more tense.

He didn't know what he was insisting on, but he just hated those people getting close to him.

Seeing this, the palace doctor was also at the door and whispered, "Chief Steward Wang, take the person away. Wait a little longer. The medicine will be ready soon. The princess... is probably on her way back."

Wang Huan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

He had clearly seen the fierce murderous intent in the prince's eyes just now. Just because he did not get the prince's consent, he let several women into his house and get close to him?

Isn't he doing this for the prince and the palace?

The prince actually wants to kill him?

Wang Huan was stunned on the spot. The court doctor couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he rushed forward and dragged the man out.

I thought to myself, it's fair for each person to pull it once.

Of course, he did not forget to call away the three bewildered and disheveled women in the room. The three women were hesitant and unwilling.

Suddenly, the woman in green dress turned around and ran over to hug He Qingchen's waist.

"My Lord, you are already like this, and the princess is not here, please love me. I don't want to be a servant. The Queen said that I look like Miss Gu, the apple of your eye. Please treat me like her and love me."

While saying these words, one of her hands tightly clasped He Qingchen's waist.

The other one, however, was not very content and was stroking He Qingchen's lower back up and down.

He Qingchen was already feeling dazed and uncomfortable, and when he smelled the disgusting odor on her body and the feeling of being touched, he was startled.

He pulled the man away.

He stretched out his hand vaguely and smashed a vase beside him to the ground. He caught a piece of the broken pieces in his hand. The woman suddenly saw He Qingchen's hand passing in front of her.

next moment.

Intense pain, along with spurting blood, filled the room.

The woman's body swayed, her eyes widened in horror, and she turned to look at He Qingchen. She opened her mouth and tried to ask for help several times, but no words came out. In a moment, she staggered and fell down.

The remaining two women, the court doctor, and Wang Huan, who was dragged by him to the door, all stared with their eyes wide open.

They turned around when they heard the sound of a vase breaking.

Before he could see clearly, he saw a deep cut on the neck of the woman in the green dress, so deep that the bone was visible.

They stared at it for a while.

Steeply.

The whole room was filled with their shrill screams. The court doctor and Wang Huan looked at each other, walked forward tacitly, each grabbed a woman, covered their mouths with their free hands, and dragged them out.

He Qingchen leaned against the bathtub, ignoring the dying woman lying in front of him.

He just clenched the vase fragments tightly in his palm. The excruciating pain in his palm made him a little sober. He looked towards the door with empty eyes, hoping that Shen Guicui would come back.

After waiting for a long time, he only saw a string of people looking at him timidly.

He lowered his eyes in disappointment, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, trying again to use his almost exhausted internal energy to suppress the heat in his abdomen. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he suppressed it, it didn't seem to have much effect.

He Qingchen's scarlet eyes fell on the palm of his hand.

A moment.

With his other free hand, he also picked up a piece of broken porcelain and tightly clenched it in his palm. The pain from his fingers to his heart made him groan in pain, but in his heart he secretly hoped that his Ah Di would come back soon.

I don’t know how long it was, but his Ah Di finally came back.

He Qingchen remembered the subsequent scene more and more clearly.

He even remembered that his penis had almost turned into a puddle of water on his body.

Those two days.

He was like crazy.

Thinking of him, Ah-yi endured the pain and tried her best to cooperate with all his actions;

When he thought of the way she looked at him, which was completely different from the past and seemed to hide some different thoughts, He Qingchen felt both distressed and happy.