The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

"Mother, are you awake?"

Jiang Wumei was still in shock when she heard Qingzhi's anxious voice asking questions from outside the hall.

"Nothing, come in."

When Jiang Wumei spoke, she realized that her voice was hoarse after the nightmare.

Qingzhi came in wearing her outer garment and lit the candle on the copper tree. She turned around and saw Jiang Wumei with sweat on her forehead. She hurried forward and said:

"My lady, was the thunder so loud that it frightened you?"

Jiang Wumei was still immersed in the aftermath of the nightmare. After hearing what she said, she looked out the window. There was nothing but a thick, inky black.

"Is it thundering?"

Her voice was not loud, but Qingzhi heard it clearly. She poured a cup of warm tea for Jiang Wumei to drink, and then Qingzhi asked curiously:

"Just now, for some reason, there were three thunderclaps, and it seemed as if the yard was about to collapse.

I was afraid something might happen to your Majesty, so I hurried over here."

Winter Thunder?

This is an ominous sign.

Jiang Wumei frowned and was about to speak when there was a sudden noise outside.

Then a guard knocked hard on the palace door and shouted:

"My Lady Concubine, the study was struck by lightning, and His Highness has fainted. Please go and take a look."

The guard's voice was full of panic, and Qingzhi was startled and stood up immediately:

"Is His Highness in trouble? Your Majesty, let's go there quickly."

Jiang Wumei clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, her eyes gradually brightening in shock. Xiao Tong was struck by lightning?!

This is simply wonderful!!

With Qingzhi's help, Jiang Wumei quickly put on her clothes, put on her cloak, and hurried to the study.

When she rushed to the study, she looked at the study that had been mostly collapsed by lightning, and for a moment she thought she had come to the wrong place.

"Where is His Highness?"

Holding Qingzhi's arm tightly, Jiang Wumei's eyes were bright and compelling. She tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of her lips and tried her best to make herself look sad.

If Xiao Tong was struck by lightning today, not only would she not have to fake her death and escape, she could also bear the title of the late prince's concubine and enjoy wealth and glory in the capital with Xu Junjun!

It is true that when you are at the end of your rope, there will be a new spring!

Thinking of this, Jiang Wumei almost laughed out loud. There was no other way. She had been transported here and been a grandson for half a year. In the desperate situation, another bright future suddenly appeared. No wonder she was excited.

"Your Highness, His Highness is in another room."

The study was surrounded by guards, even the leader of the secret guards who delivered intelligence to Xiao Tong that day was there, and he was the one who was responding now.

Jiang Wumei looked at the strange man in front of her, the excitement in her heart gradually subsided, and she frowned:

"who are you?"

She had never seen the man in front of her, but judging from his behavior, he was obviously Xiao Tong's confidant.

Could he be one of the secret guards following Xiao Tong as described in the book?

Almost as soon as Jiang Wumei finished speaking, the man in front of her respectfully replied:

"Your Highness, I am your Highness's secret guard, responsible for your safety."

Jiang Wumei's eyelids twitched, and she stared at him warily: "Take me to see His Highness."

"Your Majesty, please follow me."

Jiang Wumei followed the secret guard to the side hall next door. As soon as she entered the room, she saw several imperial doctors surrounding Xiao Tong, whose eyes were closed, and having a heated discussion.

Jiang Wumei calmed herself down and quickly stepped forward, shouting with a stern face:

"What are you doctors doing?

His Highness is in a coma, why are you guys making such a fuss instead of prescribing medicine?!"

Several imperial doctors immediately stepped aside when they noticed her coming, bowing and explaining:

"Your Highness, I have checked the Crown Prince's pulse several times. His pulse is strong, his breathing is powerful, and he is completely fine.

This, this, this is simply impossible to prescribe.”

"Nonsense! His Highness is clearly in a coma, how could he be fine? Please examine me carefully again."

Jiang Wumei looked at Xiao Tong, who was lying unconscious on the bed, and did not believe the imperial physician's explanation at all.

"Every word I have said is true. If Your Majesty is worried, you can invite a few more imperial physicians to examine His Royal Highness and discuss a good remedy with us."

"Come here, go to the Imperial Hospital and invite five more doctors over!"

Jiang Wumei didn't believe it. Even if the imperial physician said that Xiao Tong was fine, she wouldn't believe it. She insisted on inviting a few more people to come and see what was wrong with Xiao Tong.

Otherwise, if he wakes up tomorrow and nothing happens, he will blame her for being too perfunctory.

Upon hearing that the prince was ill, the Imperial Medical Bureau did not dare to delay and soon sent five highly skilled doctors.

The five people surrounded the prince and took turns taking his pulse, but they couldn't find any problems. After discussing it, they came to report to Jiang Wumei.

Jiang Wumei felt very disappointed when she heard that Xiao Tong was fine and would wake up tomorrow at the latest.

There was such a big commotion that even the study next door was struck by lightning and collapsed, but Xiao Tong was not even hurt!

I really don’t know whether to complain that he is the child of destiny, or to say that he is blessed with good fortune.

The Prince's Mansion was busy all night because of these three thunderclaps.

Jiang Wumei stayed by Xiao Tong's side until dawn. When Chun Yurong, who had heard the news and rushed over crying, arrived, she left Xiao Tong to her and returned to her bedroom to take a shower, change clothes, and have a good breakfast.

"Your Majesty, is it really okay for Concubine Chun to be the only one serving His Highness?"

Jiang Wumei had just taken a bite of the delicious and juicy crystal bun when Qingzhi's worried voice rang in her ears.

Jiang Wumei waved her hand, and after she had finished eating the crystal bun in her chopsticks, she spoke slowly:

"Chun Yurong and I are both the Crown Prince's concubines. Since the Crown Prince is ill, it is only natural that the two concubines take turns to serve him.

It would be wrong for me to stop her from serving."

Qingzhi looked at his master's relaxed and comfortable appearance, and always felt that something was wrong.

Is this really the case?

"I stayed up half the night last night, I'm tired and need to catch up on some sleep.

You stay outside and no one should disturb me unless it's something important."

After eating and drinking her fill, Jiang Wumei took a sweet nap.

Just as she was about to lie down, a maid ran into the hall hurriedly holding a snow-white ball.

"My lady, Xuetuan'er seems to be sick."

The tiredness on Jiang Wumei's face disappeared, and she hurriedly took the white tiger cub from the maid and held it in her arms to examine it carefully.

The little cub, who used to be full of energy, now had his eyes closed and lay motionless in Jiang Wumei's arms, his limbs limp, so quiet that he seemed to have lost his life.

The beautiful Wang-shaped lines on the little head dimmed and wilted, which was heartbreaking.

Jiang Wumei was heartbroken and asked anxiously:

"What's going on? Wasn't the little guy fine last night?!"

The maid who was in charge of looking after the white tiger cub was terrified and knelt down to apologize:

"I don't know either. Xuetuan was fine when I gave her a bath last night.

When I woke up this morning, I saw that Xuetuan ignored me and didn't call out.

I was afraid something might happen, so I hurried over to your Majesty with Xuetuan in my arms."

Jiang Wumei held the little tiger cub, her chest heaving violently, and she was obviously angry:

"Why don't you go and ask the steward to find a veterinarian!

Are you still standing here, waiting for me to come and find it myself?!"

"Your Majesty, calm down. I will be there right away."

The maid who was kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up and ran out of the hall.

"Little one, be strong, the doctor will be here soon.

You are the king of the forest and will grow up to be the most powerful beast. You cannot die easily."

Jiang Wumei was really sad. Looking at the dying tiger cub in her arms, her eyes welled up with tears and her heart was gripped with worry.

"Oh, I still have the Heart-Nourishing Pills that Junjun gave me. Qingzhi, go get one and feed it to Xuetuan!"

Qingzhi hesitated:

"My Lady, that's a pill specially prepared for you by the Young Lady of the General's Mansion. Are you sure you want to give it to Xuetuan?"