Reborn, seduced the prince and killed his wife to become his favorite concubine

Then from that day on, Shen Zhishu didn't see Yan Chu for a long time.

Because of the plague, the morning court session had not been held for a long time.

I heard that many officials in the court were also infected with the plague and were bedridden.

On the third day after Yan Chu returned to the palace, the entire Kyoto fell due to the plague.

Also that night, she received a letter from Yan Chu.

He has left the palace.

The next day.

Shen Zhishu suddenly fell ill.

My whole body felt sore and weak that I fell on the bed and couldn't get up.

Even drowsy and unconscious.

Bitao ran back and forth anxiously, but did not dare to leave Kunning Palace.

Shen Zhishu had a high fever for half a day and only became slightly more awake in the afternoon.

Bitao tried to get closer, but was stopped at the door by her.

"Ahem, my dear Bitao, I know you are worried about me, but the most important thing now is to take good care of the two little princes, so from today on, you are not allowed to set foot here again. Go find Aunt Fang and stay with her."

She spoke weakly.

It seemed as if after saying this, the man was about to fall down again.

Bitao's tears flowed even more violently.

But she was very obedient.

He kept his mouth tightly shut, not opening it no matter what, and nodded seriously.

But she secretly swore in her heart that if anything happened to the Empress, she would not live anymore.

Now, the most important thing is to take good care of the two little princes and not let the queen worry.

As soon as Bitao left, Shen Zhishu lost his strength again. He fell onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

She always felt that she was awake, but she could always see countless pairs of hands emitting black air reaching out to her, as if they wanted to drag her into the endless abyss.

There is even a wall that is constantly approaching, making it hard to breathe.

She wanted to escape.

But there seemed to be tentacles on the bed, tightly wrapped around her and sticking to her. No matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

"My Lady, My Lady, Shu'er..."

Until some faint sounds came to my ears.

She didn't hear it very carefully.

But I also felt that this voice was very familiar, as if it was always around me.

Before she could remember, she was woken up.

What came into view was a face that was not familiar, but those eyes...

Shen Zhishu suddenly woke up.

It was like someone poured a basin of cold water on me, and my groggy brain seemed to be healed at that moment.

But she was afraid.

Subconsciously, I shrank towards the inside of the bed.

An Zhouyu sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Shu'er, you're cold. Do you want me to sleep with you?"

He pretended to pull the quilt.

Shen Zhishu pressed it quickly.

But because of this force, my head felt dizzy again, as if it had been hit, and I almost fell asleep.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

An Zhouyu saw her face turn pale, the smile on his face faded a little, and there was a little more worry in his eyes.

"How do you feel now?"

Then he took one of her hands and asked softly.

That expression and that attitude seemed as if he was taking good care of his beloved woman.

Shen Zhishu narrowed his eyes, with no expression on his face.

"I felt dizzy, nauseous, and weak in my limbs. It was as if there were bugs in my body, eating out my internal organs."

As she spoke, a look of pain appeared on her face.

"These are the first symptoms of plague."

He frowned, feeling distressed when he saw her expression.

"I heard that others also suffered from vomiting and diarrhea and were unable to eat. Then they developed fever, chills, lost consciousness, and foamed at the mouth."

Shen Zhishu said calmly.

After all, she is not the first one to have such symptoms.

"Are you scared?"

An Zhouyu asked softly.

"Are you not afraid?"

Her voice was very soft, and she seemed to be too weak to speak.

That's death.

Who doesn't fear death?

"If I die, there will be nothing left. I am still so young and I don't have enough to live. How can I think about dying?"

She said softly.

Then his face showed a bit of sadness.

"But I believe that Your Majesty will find a way. After all, only a few people have died from the plague so far."

Without waiting for An Zhouyu to say anything, she said again with great determination.

It seems like he is trying hard to convince himself.

"You rely on him? Now that he is not in the palace, you still think he can save you? What can he use to save you? Is he a doctor? Does he know medical skills?"

When An Zhouyu heard this, he seemed very angry and couldn't help but say a few words.

Shen Zhishu's eyes turned red instantly.

Tears like ice crystals fell down with a click.

It just dripped onto the back of An Zhouyu's hand, feeling a little hot, and making his heart itch.

"Aren't you usually sharp-tongued? How far have you come to this point? Why do you have such an expression?"

He subconsciously slowed down his tone.

Shen Zhishu said nothing and continued to cry.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the tears seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

Seeing her blushing cheeks, An Zhouyu couldn't help but touch them.

Once I touched her, I couldn't calm down anymore.

"You have a fever?"

He was visibly nervous at this moment.

"Maybe. It's really uncomfortable."

Shen Zhishu looked confused.

An Zhouyu put his hand on her forehead, and she couldn't help but rub it against his hand.

An Zhouyu was stunned by what he saw.

"You're really hot."

He also knew that it was probably because his hands were cold and she felt uncomfortable.

I also know that Shen Zhishu must have been delirious due to the fever, which is why he behaved like this.

But he couldn't control it and his heartbeat quickened.

"Wait, I will never let anything happen to you."

He made up his mind in an instant.

I helped her pull the quilt up, covered her, and went out.

Shen Zhishu, who was originally drowsy and could hardly open her eyes, opened her eyes when she heard the door close and saw that there was no one in the room.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead.

Then a silent sigh.

I really have a fever and it feels very uncomfortable.

But it’s okay, at least An Zhouyu can see that she is really sick.

It just so happens that I’m sick this time, so I can verify some things this time.

It just makes yourself suffer.

It turns out that being sick feels so uncomfortable.

Later, I don’t know how much time passed.

She was still groggy and unconscious.

But I could feel that there was someone in the room, walking back and forth from time to time and talking.

It seems there is more than one person.

She seemed to see An Zhouyu and Xiao Anzi.

I vaguely heard them talking and arguing.

When she was feeling so uncomfortable that she was about to suffocate, she even thought that she might be taking too much risk.

You should keep some in mind.

If the bet went wrong, An Zhouyu would really watch her die, and she would lose her life.

This thought flashed through her mind, and not long after, she woke up again and finally regained consciousness.

The person I saw when I opened my eyes was An Zhouyu.

He carefully lifted her up, placed a cushion behind her, and let her lean against the bed.

"Why are you unhappy to see me?"

Shen Zhishu looked at him lifelessly.

But I felt relieved.

It seems that she made the right bet.

"How come you've been fine? Aren't you afraid that I might infect you?"