The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

Shen Ni looked at Chu Yizhao with a strange expression, not knowing whether he believed it or not.

After she left, a violent storm swept through the courtyard, and the house became cold. Huaichun hurriedly went to close the window.

After dealing with Shen Ni, Chu Yizhao was almost exhausted. He suppressed the sweet smell in his throat, raised his hand and pointed at the cabinet, "Give me the Qing Box and Da Huan Dan."

Huaichun saw that her face was pale, her hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks in clumps, and there was not a trace of human life at all.

His heart trembled, and he took two steps forward to retrieve the box.

Leaning against the bed, Huaichun's eyes were red, and she quickly opened the bottle of Dahuandan and poured out a pill.

"Miss, eat quickly"

Chu Yizhao held her hand, his eyes dull and his voice weak.

"Huaichun...listen to me."

"Have Chang Nian deliver the contents of the Green Box to Chu Yingxue. Remember, do not let anyone else know."

"Qiaoyu's medicine asked Song Qichuan to continue..."

"Miss!"

Huaichun cried out, attracting two guards outside the house. A bloody smell filled their faces, and when they saw the scene inside the house clearly, they were both stunned.

The woman's face was white, and thick red blood flowed from her mouth, staining her entire chin. She was livid and beautiful. She tightly grasped a bottle, looking sad and resolute.

"Please, Prince...save me"

The goddess wept blood,

The ultimate decadent peony flower mud.

The maid's cries mixed with the rain.

"Go and get Doctor Feng!"

The rain has stopped, and the water drops on the sycamore leaves are sliding down, making a confused and lonely sound.

Wei Xingli was wrapped in a cloak and sitting in front of the bed, his tall body slightly bent, with a hint of fatigue between his brows.

"how?"

Feng Zhi withdrew his hand, stroked his beard, and glanced at the man beside the bed with his old eyes.

"This girl...is in good health."

"If you are not a hundred, you are at least eighty"

"Hmm." Wei Xingli relaxed his brows.

"But I told you the day before yesterday that impatience can shorten your lifespan."

Feng Zhi stroked his beard, and seeing the man's increasingly gloomy face, he dared not stroke it anymore. He put his hand down awkwardly, and cleared his throat.

"Your Highness, don't worry. It will only take two or three years. There is no difference between living to seventy-seven and eighty."

"Like me, I'm almost 70 years old, I want to die, but I won't die, what can I do?"

Feng Zhi narrowed his eyes and chattered calmly. Wei Xingli could no longer bear it and kicked him on the old leg, "Shut up!"

"Hiss..." Feng Zhi hugged his legs tightly and cursed with a ferocious look, "You stinky man, you deserve to have no wife."

Wei Xingli seemed not to hear the shouting and cursing. He lowered his head and looked quietly at the woman sleeping on the bed.

Her originally fair cheeks were now abnormally red, her tightly closed eyes were trembling slightly, and she was not sleeping soundly.

Wei Xingli felt a complex mix of emotions, including guilt, heartache, and a hint of unspeakable bitterness.

The man looked frail under the candlelight. He slowly closed his eyes, frowned, and pursed his bright red lips unconsciously. The blood under his skin was boiling and rushing to his heart. The great pain made him fall backwards, unable to sit still.

"Hey, hey, hey." Feng Zhi hurried forward to catch the man, took out two pills from his arms and fed them to him. "Look at you, you were just punished by the emperor, and you have to come here every day even when you are sick. You are not a doctor, and you are really causing trouble for me."

"Let me tell you, if you really like this girl, you must tell her clearly. You are a short-lived person, you can't cheat on her for marriage."

Wei Xingli was annoyed by his noise, "If you keep making noise, I'll cut your throat."

The noise stopped abruptly, and Feng Zhi frowned, not appreciating the kindness of the person.

When Lao Yan saw the eyelids of the man on the bed move, he suddenly had an idea and put his palm on the back of the man's shoulder. Wei Xingli hadn't reacted yet to what he was going to do.

There was a strong push from behind my shoulder, and my body suddenly flipped forward. Everything went dark in front of my eyes, leaving only a soft and sweet fragrance.

"Prince?"

A hoarse voice came from my ears with doubt, but my face was numbed by the rumbling sound of my stomach. The boiling blood rushed to my head and the tips of my ears were red and dripping with blood.

In just a few moments, Wei Xingli had already figured out how to take Feng Zhi's dog head in three steps.

The back of his hand was poked by a small hand, it was soft and tender, Wei Xingli pulled his hand back in fear, raised his head, Feng Zhi was gone, the little girl looked at him in confusion,

"Prince, are you feeling unwell?"

Wei Xingli's face flushed, and she looked more feverish than she was. Hearing this, the man pressed his fingertips against his chest and said in a low voice,

"Yes...I feel a little uncomfortable..."

If you feel uncomfortable, just sleep on her bed?

Chu Yizhao's eyes were too bright and sharp, Wei Xingli had no way to hide, and the two looked at each other in silence.

Sweat entered the wound, causing it to become inflamed and causing a fever. Chu Yizhao's head felt dizzy yet exceptionally clear. The two conflicting feelings made it difficult for her to think.

After a moment of silence, when Chu Yizhao couldn't stand this nagging subtlety anymore, Wei Xing left the room.

"No one will bother you anymore..."

He paused and said seriously, "Empress Dowager can't do that either."

The candlelight painted his profile, serious and solemn.

Chu Yizhao stared blankly, knowing that he was guaranteeing for the Queen's sake, she nodded, paused briefly, and then shook her head.

"The prince allowed me to stay here and have some time to rest. I am already very grateful."

"only…"

The Queen left the palace with great fuss just to force a marriage. What about Concubine Shu? Chu Yingxue was deposed, the Quan and Chu families broke up, Duke Wenyuan had no descendants, and the only chess piece she could use for marriage was Chu Yizhao.

In terms of viciousness, Concubine Shu is even more vicious than the Queen. She could even be carried into a bridal sedan in her sleep...

The Queen Mother is no longer reliable, and the Shen family is ungrateful and like a den of wolves. When you think about it carefully, there is no way to break the impasse.

A teardrop slid down the corner of her eye and buried itself in the soft pillow. Chu Yizhao's throat tightened, and she swallowed twice to suppress her sobs.

"Prince, I want to make a deal with you."

The beauty was in tears, Wei Xingli was made of stone, and his heart softened.

"It's up to you"

Chu Yizhao opened his eyes slightly, "I haven't said what it is yet."

"What do you say"

Wei Xingli raised his eyelids to look at her, his round eyes were red, like a little rabbit.

"I..." Chu Yizhao felt something was strange, but he didn't know what was wrong. He lay on the bed and thought about what he was going to say, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Prince...I don't want to get married"

Wei Xingli's eyes flickered slightly, he hummed softly, and waited quietly for what was to come.

"The Queen Mother... wants to bring me to the Eastern Palace." Chu Yizhao's nose was sour and he spoke with a nasal tone.

"I don't like the prince, and I don't want to share my husband with anyone in the future. It's just that ordinary ladies can't make the decision, let alone my special status. I..."

Chu Yizhao hesitated and stole a glance at the man. The candlelight danced in his upturned peach blossom eyes, swaying charmingly.

Wei Xingli seemed particularly gentle tonight, and her cold eyes were filled with spring water. Chu Yizhao felt that she was almost delirious with fever. She spoke in a low voice,

"I told the Queen that I..."

"I am pleased with...Xingli Prince"

The man's breathing stagnated as he spoke softly. Chu Yizhao quickly buried his head in the soft pillow, making a humming sound.

"If the prince doesn't want to, forget it."

Leaves fall in the cold rain, and the crabapple tree falls asleep.

After a while, a clear voice sounded.

“I’m not unwilling”

"Just, you have to think about it..."

Chu Yizhao looked up and met a pair of bright eyes. His eyes were complicated and misty, and Chu Yizhao couldn't guess what they meant.

Just follow his words,

"Well, the prince protects me, and I will treat the prince's illness."

“Work hard and do everything you can”

...

When Wei Xingli was about to leave, Chu Yizhao suddenly said

"Happy birthday, Prince"

The man paused, Huaichun handed a package to Lu Feng, the two looked at each other, then looked away.

"It's just a small gift to congratulate you on your birthday. I hope you like it."

Chu Yizhao smiled brightly, the big stone in his heart was lifted, and the corners of his mouth relaxed.

Wei Xingli looked at her and said, "Thank you."

Away from the candlelight in the room, the long corridor was dark and cold in the middle of the night. Lu Feng walked behind Wei Xingli with a package in his arms, asking in confusion,

"Miss Chu, are you confused from your sleep? Today is already the 23rd, how can it be your birthday?"

Wei Xingli was silent. He rushed to the South Courtyard that day. The bed was covered with blood and had not yet been cleaned up. Chu Yizhao was held in someone's arms with her eyes closed. The girl cried so miserably that he thought she was dead.

What was he thinking at that time?

Have you not let down the kindness of your everlasting beauty?

It's still heartbreaking.

He didn't know where the love came from, but after he realized it, he was always afraid to get close to her, for fear of provoking her and then being worried about her in the future.

He knew very well what Shen Ni's purpose was in leaving the palace. Quan Yanshu and the prince were both good matches for her, so he did not stop her.

It was this negligence that caused her to lose three years of life in vain...

This time, she was afraid that she even hated the Empress Dowager, so she had no other choice but to seek cooperation with him.

It's both pitiful and funny.

Raindrops fell, and the dim light illuminated the man's eerie and charming face, while his tall figure looked like a ghost.

Who told her?

Is Wei Xingli a good person?