Chapter 12

Since taking the poisonous Cun Hancao, Xiaoman has a high fever and has not woken up for four days.

From time to time, he would vomit a few mouthfuls of black blood, his face pale as paper, and he would be dying ashes.

Zhou Gongyu's breathing stagnated and did not get closer for a long time.

Xiaoman lay lifelessly on the couch, and his jaw became even thinner due to the sharp loss of his cheeks.

Compared to the day of the winter solstice, it is as beautiful as a blooming flower.

Now Xiaoman is quickly withering and dying, like the wisteria in the corridor, withering as if she is about to die.

Zhou Gongyu stood silently for a long time, his legs were as if they were filled with lead, and every step he approached her was difficult.

He sat next to Xiaoman's couch, lowered his head, and his ink hair fell down, covering the back of her extremely pale hands.

It's so white and clearly black.

Zhou Gongyu held Xiaoman's hand, as cold as if holding a piece of ice.

"Xiaoman..."

The room was silent, and there was no answer except his shallow breath.

Xiaoman couldn't wake up either and said to him: "Brother Gongyu, don't be sad."

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After three consecutive days of going to the prime minister's mansion, Zhou Gongyu inevitably attracted the attention of those who were interested.

Everyone in the capital knew that a genius doctor cured Jiang Yuefu's physical deficiency. Now Zhou Gongyu has frequently gone to the Prime Minister's Mansion. In addition, he also sent several imperial physicians with the best medical skills in the palace to the Prime Minister's Mansion. People speculated that he and Jiang Yuefu's marriage was a foregone conclusion.

The queen knew who he was going for and what he wanted to do without any effort.

"You have just moved into the Eastern Palace and have lost your composure and even forgot your identity! But a lowly concubine daughter will die if she dies. You have to sit on the throne. Don't forget that Jiang Yuefu is the one you want to marry."

Zhou Gongyu's eyes were filled with a cold light, and his thin lips were pursed into a slightly ironic curve.

"I have arrived at this position now, and my mother still has a lot of dissatisfaction.

What is Erchen’s identity? Erchen has never forgotten it. Instead, in your eyes, what is Erchen’s identity?”

He is the prince, the crown prince, and the future emperor.

But it's not her son.

The queen was stunned for a moment and her eyebrows flipped.

“What are you talking about?

You dare to contradict me, what do you mean?"

"If there is nothing wrong with my mother, I still have political affairs to deal with. You should go back."

The queen wanted to continue the argument, but was forcibly stopped by Zhou Gongyu's men and sent back to the palace.

She, the lord of the Six Palaces, could not make any fuss in the territory of the Eastern Palace without any manners. Although she was so angry that her lips were trembling, she turned around and took the palace maid away.

Zhou Gongyu soon left the palace and headed for the prime minister's mansion.

After the winter solstice, the chill in the capital was wave after wave, and even the sky was gray.

After several days of continuous use, Xiaoman still didn't wake up. He would be vomited out after the medicine was fed in. When he had a high fever, he would make a hoarse and vague sound. He could not put together a complete sentence, and it was like someone choking his throat and making a sound.

There are people guarding her every day so that she will not choke on her hemoptysis.

Jiang Yuefu has been cured, and there is nothing to hide about Cun Hancao. Before Zhou Gongyu could ask, Jiang Hengzhi told him truthfully.

Xiaoman on the couch was asleep, and her eyes were blue and black. Even if her eyes were closed, she could see her pain.

Zhou Gongyu sat aside, watching her thinner chin, her black eyes became colder and colder.

He remembered what Jiang Hengzhi asked him.

"Even if Cheng Ying told you the truth and told you to use Xiaoman's life to exchange Yuefu's life, I don't believe you will choose Xiaoman."

When Zhou Gongyu saw the confidence on Jiang Hengzhi's face, a sense of anger surged in his heart, but he just curled his lips. The smile at the corner of his mouth only made people feel cold.

He will be angry because of himself.

Because Jiang Hengzhi said it well, he didn't even believe it himself.

Jiang Hengzhi, who had taught him so many years, could naturally see clearly what kind of person Zhou Gongyu was.

He is just a woman, but an insignificant woman. It is still unknown whether he can hold the position of prince. It is not worth it to kill Jiang Yuefu, the daughter of the Cheng Jiang family, for her sake.

It is precisely because he knows what he will choose that this anger emanates from the bottom of his heart.

Zhou Qiaoyu felt that she was despicable and was not worthy of being treated sincerely.

On the day of the winter solstice, Xiaoman knew that he was about to die, but he still looked happy in front of him.

But in the end, she had tears in her eyes and said in fear that she would die, and she only got one obedient word.

Who is not afraid of death? A girl like her shouldn't have lived like this.

Xiaoman wanted to survive, but believed in the wrong person.

Zhou Gongyu's thoughts of this matter were so sank that he was so excited again.

Xiaoman was so scared that he should have guessed something. In fact, he was deceiving himself and would rather believe Cheng Ying's words, believing that she would not be sure to die.

Xueliu knew what Zhou Gongyu was. No matter what he did to Xiaoman, Xueliu didn't dare to say anything.

After letting him into the room, he was guarding outside, listening carefully to the movement inside.

The room was always silent, with occasional low and vague sounds, and it was just Xiaoman's hoarseness.

Zhou Gongyu sat next to the couch, the bed was slightly sunken, and Xiaoman's fingers trembled.

He still didn't move for a long time, and his tone was as calm and gentle as usual. But listening again made people feel fear for no reason.

Under the gentle skin, there is a cold stab.

Blindly attracted by the illusion, and when you really get close, you will only get bruised and covered in bruises.

He put his palm on her cold cheeks and gently stroked her thin eyebrows.

"You'll be fine."

The door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and Zhou Gongyu walked out in a white robe. At first glance, he looked like a cold and outspoken god.

Xue Liu was attracted by the beauty, so she glanced at him and quickly lowered her head.

At this time, Zhou Gongyu's slightly depressed expression seemed much better than before.

After Zhou Gongyu left, Xueliu sighed regretfully and pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as she saw the figure trying to get up on the bed, she was so scared that she let out a short scream.

"Miss?

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Xiaoman was wearing a thin underwear, and the inner part was almost shaped and erect.

She looked at Xue Liu and opened her mouth, but her throat was still painful and hot, as if it had been roasted by charcoal.

"That's great, the lady finally woke up. The Prime Minister's wife and the second prince have been worrying about you recently."

Xiaoman still didn't say anything, stretched out his finger and pointed his throat, opening his mouth with difficulty, only making a low and hoarse sound.

She was so painful that she kept crying, but she still couldn't make a sound.

Xueliu didn't know what was going on, so she handed over the warm water.

Xiaoman reached out to pick it up, his slender and thin arms kept shaking, and water spilled out of the teacup, wetting the front collar.

She suddenly drank two sips of water and tried to speak again, but she still couldn't say anything. She felt like her throat was blocked. Once she tried to make a sound, her throat felt like a knife shaving.

"Miss", Xueliu was frightened, "What's going on?"

"Cough...cough..." Xiaoman drank water anxiously again, choking her and coughing suddenly. Even the coughing sound was faint, as if someone was pinching her throat.

Xueliu quickly patted her on the back and said in a panic: "Miss, don't be anxious, maybe it's going to be fine in a while."

Even though she is not a loyal maid, she has always had feelings for Xiaoman after serving her for so long.

When I learned that Xiaoman almost survived, I was sincerely sad for her. Seeing her increasingly haggard appearance, I wiped my tears several times in secret.

Xueliu had never seen Xiaoman like this before, and she felt bad for a moment, so she comforted her with red eyes.

"Miss, don't worry, it will be fine."

Because of the severe cough, the pathological paleness has a blush.

Xiaoman stopped trying to open his mouth, opened his eyes wide, clenched his bedding with his fingers, and finally took off his strength again, letting go as if he had given up completely.

She raised her face and looked at Xue Liu, pointed to her throat, had a bitter and helpless smile, then shook her head and made a lip: Forget it.
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