After marrying the vegetative prince, the doctor concubine killed people randomly

The slap was crisp and loud. Ji Qingfeng's face turned bright red. A burning pain spread throughout his body. His head suddenly buzzed and his face was full of disbelief.

He was just beaten by this weak and ugly bastard?

How can this be?

The slender figure in red at the doorway walked further and further away. Ji Qingfeng's face twisted. He came to his senses and was about to chase out to settle the score with Ji Yuntang.

Ji Qingqing's breathing stagnated, and she quickly grabbed his hand and tried to persuade him kindly.

"Second brother, I think we should just forget it. Today is the big day of my sister's wedding. We should not hurt the relationship and avoid making our parents angry."

Although she appeared gentle and considerate on the surface, Ji Qingqing was actually very panicked.

Ji Yuntang, who usually never fights back or retaliates, was not only eloquent today, but also hit Ji Qingfeng. Her behavior was already abnormal, and she couldn't let any other variables occur in this matter.

As long as Ji Yuntang marries into the Night King's Mansion, everything will be settled.

Then no one will be able to take away her position as the legitimate daughter of the Yongning Marquisate.

Ji Qingfeng has always loved Ji Qingqing. When he heard what the other party said, he really stopped and looked at her with a fierce and resentful look: "Bah, wait until this ugly bastard comes back in three days, and then I'll show you how I'm going to deal with her."

Ji Yuntang walked out of the gate of Yongning Marquis Mansion with the help of matchmaker. Along the way, she did not see the original owner's parents and grandmother coming to see her off.

It can be seen how much these people in this family dislike her.

The person who came to pick up the bride was the Night King's eighth half brother, Chen King Luo Sinian, who was already impatient waiting at this moment.

"Ms. Ji, look at the time now. Can you afford to miss the auspicious time?"

Luo Sinian knew that the one getting married today was not Ji Qingqing, the most favored daughter of the Yongning Marquis' Mansion, but a country girl who had just been found a month ago and was said to have an extremely ugly face.

The Yongning Marquisate did not take this seriously at all.

When Luo Sinian thought of this, his face became even uglier. Emperor Jingyang issued an order that the young lady of the Yongning Marquis's Mansion marry the Night King to bring good luck.

Unexpectedly, this old fox actually took advantage of the loophole in the imperial edict and brought back an illegitimate daughter from the countryside.

That’s right, Yongning Marquis Ji Nanchuan announced to the public that Ji Yuntang was his illegitimate daughter, and Ji Qingqing’s identity was still the legitimate daughter born to him and his wife.

In Luo Sinian's opinion, Lord Luo Junheye's status is so noble that even if he is paralyzed in bed and needs someone to take care of him for eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, he is not worthy of Ji Yuntang, an illegitimate daughter.

Ji Yuntang turned a deaf ear to Luo Sinian's words. At this moment, her whole heart was focused on her own pulse.

The more she felt his pulse, the heavier her heart became.

After a moment, Ji Yuntang withdrew his hand, and his almond-shaped eyes became a little colder.

Sure enough, the original owner's death was not just due to hanging, but someone had put a deadly poison in her body.

Including the dark spots on her face, they are all caused by the accumulation of toxins.

Now the poison has invaded her lungs. If she doesn't detoxify it, she's afraid she will really be buried with the Night King tonight.

It would be nice if my personal space could also be worn here.

Just as Ji Yuntang was thinking this, several modern high-rise buildings appeared before her eyes.

Hospitals, shopping malls, armories, farms and a spiritual well all come into view.

Ji Yuntang was delighted that God had given her the golden finger as well.

Great, she doesn't have to die.

Ji Yuntang went straight to the small pharmacy in the hospital, took out an antidote pill from the drawer of the shelf, put it into his mouth, closed his eyes and silently regulated his breathing.

About a quarter of an hour later, the sedan chair landed on the ground and the matchmaker's emotionless voice was heard.

"We have arrived at the Night Prince's Mansion. It's time for the princess to get off the sedan chair."

The Night Prince's Palace was eerie and dark at night. There was not a bit of the joy that should be in a wedding night, and a low-pressure atmosphere was everywhere.

Others get married during the day, but the Night Palace gets married at night.

The process of kicking the sedan door and jumping over the fire basin was skipped, and they went straight to the worship hall.

Luo Junhe was paralyzed in bed and unable to move, so Luo Sinian took his place at the wedding.

He had never been married, but this was already his fifth time to marry on behalf of Luo Junhe.

Only this time did Luo Sinian feel dissatisfied.

Just when he got off the sedan chair, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Ji Yuntang's ugly face under the veil. Dense black spots occupied half of his face, which was even scarier than that evil spirit.

When he thought about having to marry this woman on behalf of his third brother, Luo Sinian's face turned very dark, and his movements of pulling the red silk became much rougher.

Ji Yuntang shook off his hand, pulled off the red veil, and said expressionlessly: "No need to worship in the hall, let's go directly to the bridal chamber."

Luo Sinian sneered in his heart, she was indeed a lowly country girl, so eager to give herself to a man.

Well, now she is anxious for the wedding night, and he wants to see how scared this woman is.

Ji Yuntang saw the disdain in the man's eyes, but she ignored it.

She had just taken a detoxification pill and her body still needed to recover. For her, less trouble is better than more, so she would save as much as possible.

Soon, Ji Yuntang, led by a maid, came to a courtyard. He looked up and saw - Jinghong Garden.

"Princess, this is the room of His Royal Highness the Night Prince. The Night Prince's Mansion does not have as many servants as other palaces. No matter what you see in the bridal chamber, it is better not to trouble the servants. Please go in."

After saying that, he pushed her into the house very roughly with his hand and locked the door very quickly.

Ji Yuntang narrowed her beautiful eyes and was about to get angry when she felt a chill coming towards her. She shivered from the cold.

It's strange. It's already August, but the whole room is as cold as an ice cellar.

If you don’t know, you would think that the air conditioner is on in this room.

air conditioner?

Ji Yuntang shuddered. She didn't think that high-tech products like air conditioners existed in ancient times.

She walked around the carved screen and quickly entered the inner room. When she saw the situation clearly, she instantly took a breath of cold air.

I saw a man lying straight in a bathtub filled with ice.

He was tall and slender, wearing a light red inner shirt and trousers. The wet clothes stuck to his skin, but he was as thin as a bamboo pole. His black hair covered half of his face, and the wound on the other half was so deep that the bone was visible, with flesh and blood turned outward, and the skin was almost completely ulcerated.

There was almost no intact skin on the neck and behind the ears, it was all rotten flesh.

Even though Ji Yuntang had been through many battles and had treated many wounded soldiers in the army, the scene before her still made her pupils tremble.

The sight of it was already so tragic, she couldn't imagine how miserable the Night King's flesh must be beneath his clothes.

What he was wearing was not a light red inner garment at all, but was dyed that color by blood.

How painful would it be for him to have his wound fester and pus oozing out and be soaked in ice water?

Ji Yuntang now finally understood why Ji Qingqing was so avoiding this marriage and was unwilling to get married even at the cost of her life.

Even if the other party is of noble status and is a prince, I am afraid no woman would be willing to marry such a husband.

"Your Highness, can you hear me?"

Ji Yuntang slowly approached and tried to talk to him, but got no response from the man.

If she hadn't been able to see Luo Junhe's chest rising and falling slightly, she would have thought he was dead.