The mistress is not a cannon fodder, the cold prince falls in love with her every night

When Pei Heng heard this, a sharp look suddenly appeared on his pale face. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Su Li with a deathly gaze, saying coldly:

"Why are you telling me this? What is your purpose?"

"Again?"

Su Li smiled lightly, put down Pei Heng's hand, and looked back with bright eyes, looking into Pei Heng's eyes steadily.

"I've already told you, my goal is to make you better."

"Prince, regardless of whether it's Pei Yan or the Marquis's wife, we now know that there are people who don't want you to get better, don't want you to regain your former glory. Do we really have to give up on ourselves and give in to those people's wishes? Prince, are you willing to accept this?"

Pei Heng sneered and looked at her indifferently:

"Willing? What if I'm not willing? What else can I do in my current state? I might as well die early and be free."

Su Li smiled sweetly and reached out to touch Pei Heng's face, which was so thin that his cheekbones were prominent.

"Pei Heng, do you believe in miracles?"

If Pei Heng is destined to die and Su Li must become the cannon fodder mistress in the book, then why does she appear here?

From the moment she appeared here, her fate was in her own hands.

She doesn't want to be a cannon fodder mistress!

She will make her way through the thorns.

Ever since she chose to marry Pei Heng, her fate has been tied to his.

She believed that since she was here, it must have meaning.

"Pei Heng, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"What bet?" Pei Heng's eyes were still filled with indifference, but a hint of curiosity unconsciously emerged in his eyes.

"I bet you'll get better! I bet you'll not only get better, but you'll be able to stand up again! I'll bet everything I have, my entire life, that you can be as good as before!"

"You?!" Pei Heng's heart was shaken. "What if you lose?"

"If I lose, the worst that can happen is that I'll be a widow for the rest of my life!"

Su Li said it easily, with a bright smile between her lips and teeth.

What are you afraid of? We still have two grown-up sons!

These two children are outstanding, so her life will not be too bad!

But Pei Heng could no longer remain calm.

Is this woman crazy?

The imperial physicians said he had no more than three months to live, and she actually bet that he could recover? That he could stand up again and be as good as before?

Either she is crazy or he is crazy!

I'm actually a little willing to believe her.

Does she know what it means to be a widow for the rest of her life?

What virtue and ability did he have to deserve such a good woman like her to gamble her life on him?

"Miss!"

Outside the door, Songzhi knocked gently.

"What's the matter?"

"Dr. Fei is here."

Su Li looked at Pei Heng tentatively and saw a flash of pain in Pei Heng's eyes when he heard that, but in the end he no longer resisted and nodded slightly.

After getting Pei Heng's consent, Su Li said loudly:

"Please let Dr. Fei come in."

With the sound of the door opening, a drunk man dressed like a beggar staggered in, shouting as he walked,

"Where can I find endless fat chickens and endless rice wine? Bring them out now! Old Fei, I can't wait any longer!"

Su Li saw that the man's hair was gray, dirty, and stuck together in strands, hanging on his head. His eyes were narrowed into slits due to drunkenness. The most eye-catching thing was his rosacea, which was bright red. He looked like a modern clown with a red ball on his nose.

"Doctor Fei, my name is Su Li. This is my husband, Pei Heng. If you can cure him and make him recover as before, I will give you as much fat chicken and rice wine as you want. Moreover, I will support you for the rest of your life!"

Su Li stood in front of the bed and saluted politely.

Doctor Fei squinted his eyes and looked her up and down, then turned his head and glanced at Pei Heng quickly.

He snorted and said:

"What's so difficult about that? But we've agreed: three chickens a day, and unlimited rice wine! Also, if I, Old Fei, feel unhappy and want to leave, I can leave at any time, and no one is allowed to stop me."

Although Doctor Fei said this, he was already very happy in his heart.

Only a fool would leave when there is endless chicken to eat and rice wine to drink!

However, he still has to maintain his airs as a miracle doctor.

Seeing the anxious look on the mute's face, I thought the person was dead?

Isn't he still dead?

No hurries!

"Girl, bring my chicken and wine over quickly. I need to eat well before I can work!"

Songzhi was stunned.

This Dr. Fei had eaten all the fat chicken and rice wine she brought at the City God Temple before following them, and now he's hungry again?

Su Li waved her hand and asked Song Zhi to prepare.

As soon as Songzhi left, Doctor Fei strolled around the room, looking here and sitting there, and finally found the most comfortable position on a couch under the window. He hugged a pillow and lay down on the couch. After a while, he began to snore.

Pei Heng frowned.

Su Li put her index finger to her lips, hushed, and shook her head gently.

"I've eaten and drunk enough, and I'm feeling sleepy."

Pei Heng shook his head weakly.

Where did this charlatan who cheats people for free food and drinks come from? Su Li is so naive that he believes everyone.

Forget it, let her do it.

As long as she's happy.

The room was quiet. Pei Heng had been sitting for a long time. Su Li held him, turned him over, and began to massage his back, lower back, and thighs.

During this time, Pei Heng urinated with a red face.

He tried his best to control himself and not make any obvious noises. After finishing the task, he was still sweating from exhaustion.

As night fell, footsteps were heard outside the house. Before Songzhi knocked on the door, Doctor Fei on the couch was already sniffing, flipping over and jumping up from the couch, running towards the door.

"Haha! Roast chicken! Wow, top-notch daughter's red wine! Girl, your cooking skills are good, very good!"

Before Songzhi could put it down, Doctor Fei had already grabbed the fat chicken, bit off the chicken's butt, sat on the stool, breathed a sigh of relief, and began to chew it with a smacking sound.

Su Li was very perceptive and immediately stepped forward to pour a glass of wine himself and offered it with both hands:

"How can we have chicken without wine? Mr. Fei, please try this wine and see if it suits your taste."

Doctor Fei squinted his eyes and took a sip, feeling as happy as a god.

One of them was responsible for eating the chicken, and the other was responsible for pouring the wine, and they never mentioned anything about treating the illness.

Only after Doctor Fei had eaten and drunk his fill and burped twice did Su Li personally clean up the mess on the table. She even personally brought a handkerchief for Doctor Fei to wipe his hands.

Doctor Fei took the handkerchief and put it aside, but raised his sleeve and wiped it roughly.

"I haven't eaten so well in a long time. Burp!"

Isn’t it? I just ate one at noon, and now I’m eating another one. I haven’t been treated so well in years.

"Girl," the girl said to Su Li, "This afternoon, I saw that you were serving your useless husband very wholeheartedly! Do you love him very much?"

When these words were spoken, Pei Heng on the bed blushed.

Although they were husband and wife, they had only been together for one day and one night. How could they talk about love in such a short day and one night?

But to his surprise, Su Li said solemnly:

"Yes! I used to love the prince, but I couldn't get him. Now I finally get what I wanted. I can be with him day and night. Even if I die now, I will have no regrets in my life!"

After saying this, she looked at Pei Heng lovingly.

Now, Pei Heng's face became even redder.

This woman is such a liar!

Doctor Fei sighed and said:

"such a pity!"

"What a shame? Why would Mr. Fei say that?"

Doctor Fei didn't even look at Pei Heng lying on the bed. He just shook his head and said, "It's a pity that he has no hope of survival."

"What?" Su Li's heart was shaken. Could it be? Could it be? Is there really no hope? "Master Fei, the prince's illness, even you are helpless?"

Su Li's voice became anxious.

"Even though I can revive the dead and turn flesh and bones into flesh, I can't save someone who is determined to die! Girl, he wants to die, why are you saving him?"

As soon as Doctor Fei finished speaking, Pei Heng on the bed trembled and said:

"What do you mean, miraculous doctor? Do I still have hope? But, but, the palace doctors all said I only have three months left..."

"Can you believe the words of that bastard imperial physician?" Doctor Fei snorted coldly, "Is there a single word of truth in those bastards' mouths? They are half-baked, yet they are so shaky. It's simply a corruption of medical ethics."