As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

In the Mu Shui Hall, medicinal aroma was slowly burning in the incense burner with green branches. Ning Rushong and He Yue sat on the couch hugging each other, their ink-colored and light lotus-colored clothes overlapping each other.

He Yue was dealing with Ning Rusong wearily. Suddenly, Ning Rusong stopped talking. He loosened his hand and then leaned over. Shu Huajun had a cold face with no expression. He looked at He Yue and slowly stretched out his hand to lift her face up. "Yueyue, I really want to ask you, are you so exhausted being with me?"

She was ill and not as energetic as before, so she naturally couldn't hide it as well as before, and her perfunctory attitude was too obvious.

He Yue felt the coldness of Ning Rushong's fingers. She turned her face away and stepped back, supporting herself with one hand on the soft pillow. She had experienced what happened with Mo'er earlier today, and now Ning Rushong was questioning her. She was too exhausted mentally. Now she just felt her legs were weak and her whole body was limp.

Melancholy and irritability overwhelmed her heart. She half stood up, her beautiful face showing indifference. In this mood, she actually wanted to laugh, but she couldn't make a smile. "Your Highness, I am just sick."

Ning Rushong felt an indescribable pain in his chest, and his internal organs were in deep pain. She always made excuses to him, but she was sick and he couldn't be angry. Yueyue was very ill.

He placed one leg slightly bent on the couch, his waist naturally bent, and with trembling fingers he brushed aside He Yue's messy hair, holding her face with both hands, "Yue Yue is well now, can you still like me?"

"I like you so much." Ning Rushong was almost saying love words, but his voice was hoarse and rough. He lowered his eyes and looked straight into He Yue's eyes that were without any affection. At this moment, he felt his heart being pulled and crumpled into a ball in an instant.

"I really like you. After you recover from your illness, we should stay together forever." Ning Rushong continued to deceive himself.

Should he blame him? Didn't he really know that He Yue had been acting all along?

He had just been letting himself indulge in false tenderness, and today all of this was revealed thoroughly. But if you truly love someone, you would never be willing to hurt her no matter what.

Ning Rushong has lost the qualification to hold a sword, and his legs and feet are bound and he can hardly move. He is the loser in this relationship, but He Yue is not really a winner. She is an innocent person who was forced into the game.

"Let me go." He Yue raised her arm and held his wrist. Her eyes were filled with sorrow as the candlelight flickered. She finally smiled, extremely bitterly. "I won't live long, so how can I stay with you forever? Allow me to be free and at ease for the last time, and I will show you my love."

Ning Rushong's body froze, her deep eyes half closed, and she didn't respond to her. Should she let her go?

"Yueyue, I will find a famous doctor for you all over the world." Ning Rushong finally said this irrelevant question.

There was a hint of sadness and pleading in his expression, but it still couldn't conceal his inherent strength. The roots of his bad nature were too deep, and he couldn't let go. He wanted to lock everything he wanted to have by his side. How greedy he was.

He Yue finally couldn't hold it anymore, she lowered her head slightly, her usually straight back bent, her voice choked with sobs, "I can't hold it anymore, you're going to keep me captive."

Her thick eyelashes trembled, and for the first time she revealed her true inner self to him, "I hate you!"

As soon as the word "disgust" came out, Ning Rushong's body shook, as if a steel nail had pierced into his kneecap. He let go of the hands that were holding He Yue's cheeks and leaned on the edge of the couch, his tall body swaying a little.

"It doesn't matter." Ning Rusong murmured, "I did something wrong before, I will change later."

No one knew Ning Rushong's thoughts at the beginning better than himself. He treated He Yue as a desirable object that he had plundered. Step by step, he tamed her into a docile princess consort. He imprisoned her in the East Palace. At that time, he felt that he would get tired of her one day, so he didn't take it seriously. Even though he took it seriously later, he still felt that everything was under control and He Yue could not escape his control.

But everything was going against his will. He suddenly smiled sadly, his eyes red. After all, he couldn't pretend to be gentle and kind. He held He Yue firmly on his knees and said word by word in a harsh voice, "I will change, your illness will be cured, you can't leave!"

He Yue was so angry that her head was dizzy and blood was oozing from the corners of her lips. She fell on Ning Rushong with a miserable look on her face. Blood dripped from the corners of her lips onto his clothes.

"Yueyue!" Ning Rushong caught her limp body, his eyes red.

“Go and call all the imperial doctors!” Ning Rushong screamed hysterically, veins bulging on his forehead.

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On the first night at Ruihe Garden, the Crown Princess' illness became even worse. I heard that she was vomiting blood. She was truly a pitiful person!

Mo'er was watching the imperial physician prepare medicine in the pharmacy. She asked with her lips opening and closing, "Is the Crown Princess's illness really beyond redemption?"

The imperial physician who was boiling the medicine sighed in sorrow and fanned the medicine stove with a fan in his hand. "If it could be saved, why would we be so worried? Tell me, is this true?"

"The Crown Princess has a congenital disease. Unless the Great Bodhisattva bestows blessings now, no one can do anything." The imperial physician held the lid with a handkerchief and opened it to check the degree of boiling of the medicine. His old face was vicissitudes and anxiety. "The most important thing for this disease is to take good care of yourself. You can't get angry. You must be calm. Extreme joy and extreme sorrow are the most exhausting. The Crown Princess lacks peace of mind. As a personal maid, you should also persuade the Crown Princess more!"

Mo'er twisted her fingers uncomfortably, "I've taken note of what the imperial physician said."