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

When she arrived at the prince's bedroom, Jiang Wumei thought that Xiao Tong had woken up by now.

Unexpectedly, when she walked outside the hall and before she entered, she heard Chun Yurong's helpless cry coming through the hall door.

Jiang Wumei was slightly stunned. Didn’t the imperial physician say that Xiao Tong was fine?

Haven't you woken up yet?

Suppressing her doubts, Jiang Wumei stepped into the hall and saw Chun Yurong sitting beside the bed and Xiao Tong lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

The leader of the secret guards, Zhao Qi, who had been seen last night, was also standing by, personally guarding Xiao Tong's safety.

"Is Your Highness still awake?"

Two hours have passed since she left in the morning. Logically, Xiao Tong was not injured and should have woken up long ago.

Why is there no movement now?

Could it be that the group of imperial doctors made a misdiagnosis last night?

"Ever since my sister left, His Highness has been in a coma and shows no signs of waking up.

Otherwise, we should invite a few more imperial physicians to come and treat His Highness again."

At this moment, Chun Yurong still had some true feelings for Xiao Tong. Seeing Xiao Tong unconscious, her eyes turned red and her crying became louder.

Chun Yurong's crying made Jiang Wumei's head hurt, and a crack appeared on Zhao Qi's wooden face beside her.

He had been listening to Chun Yurong crying for two whole hours and his ears were almost deaf.

If he had not considered the distinction between high and low, and knew that she was someone His Royal Highness the Crown Prince truly loved, he would have drawn his sword and killed this woman created by the Yellow River.

Fortunately, Jiang Wumei frowned and shouted coldly, stopping the evil voice that filled her brain:

"Your Highness hasn't done anything yet, but your sister is crying here all the time. Is she cursing Your Highness or is she worried about Him?

If you still want to cry, go back to the palace and cry slowly!

Even if you cry until the whole palace collapses, no one will stop you."

Xiao Tong was in a coma, and Jiang Wumei was not afraid of offending Chun Yurong, who was sweet-mouthed but treacherous.

Based on Chun Yurong's character, it was destined that the two of them would be enemies rather than friends.

After encountering several bad things today, Jiang Wumei no longer had the leisure and elegance she had when she teased her last time, and she didn't show the slightest bit of good face.

Jiang Wumei showed no mercy. Chun Yurong choked, her face turning red and blue, extremely embarrassed.

"Sister, I, I'm just too worried about Your Highness. I don't mean to curse Your Highness at all."

As Chun Yurong spoke, her eyes turned red, she picked up her handkerchief, and was about to cry again.

Jiang Wumei stared at her, her eyes unable to tell whether she was happy or angry. Chun Yurong immediately sobbed and shut her mouth, not daring to make another sound.

After dealing with her, Jiang Wumei looked at Zhao Qi on the side:

"Send someone to the palace to report His Majesty's current condition, and then go to the Imperial Hospital to invite two imperial physicians."

As the crown prince of a country, Xiao Tong's status was second only to that of the emperor.

If he had any mishap in the mansion, she, as the prince's most favored concubine, would be the first to bear the brunt of the blame, so she had to make all plans.

Zhao Qi didn't hesitate and immediately turned around to make arrangements.

As soon as Zhao Qi left, Jiang Wumei found Chun Yurong very annoying, so she said:

"Sister, you've been taking care of His Highness for two hours and you're tired. You should go back to the bedroom and rest.

Qingzhi, escort Concubine Chun out."

Chun Yurong stared at Jiang Wumei, and the handkerchief in her hand was almost crumpled to pieces.

"Sister, His Highness has not yet woken up. Please let me stay here and continue to serve His Highness."

Jiang Wumei raised her eyebrows, her whole face looked menacing because of her anger:

"If you don't want to leave, that's fine. When Father and Mother send someone to the palace to inquire about Your Highness's condition later, I'll trouble you to go and report back."

As she spoke, Jiang Wumei flicked her long sleeves and prepared to leave.

Chun Yurong panicked and quickly reached out to grab her arm. Seeing the murderous look in Jiang Wumei's eyes, she awkwardly let go and murmured:

"Sister, I'd better stay here and guard His Highness.

My sister suddenly felt unwell and left first."

Jiang Wumei stared at her without saying a word. After Chun Yurong stood up, looked back every few steps, and walked out of the palace door with tears in her eyes, she retracted her gaze to look at Xiao Tong on the bed.

Chun Yurong came out of the prince's bedroom with tears still on her eyes.

Shuiyue, who served her, saw this and stood up for her:

"Your Majesty, Concubine Jiang has gone too far. Seeing that His Highness was about to wake up, she drove you out. It's obvious that she wants to monopolize His Highness's favor.

In my opinion, you shouldn't leave. When His Highness wakes up and sees you by his side, he will surely be deeply moved and feel pity for you."

Chun Yurong wiped away her tears and looked towards the exquisite bedroom behind her, shaking her head:

"Jiang Wumei is narrow-minded and never likes me to appear in front of His Highness. I have always known this.

Now is not the time to compete with her, wait for Your Highness..."

Having said this, Chun Yurong shut up, and the worry and anxiety on her face disappeared, leaving only resentment and unwillingness.

Shuiyue didn't understand what Chun Yurong had not finished saying. She was about to ask again when a ball of white suddenly appeared out of the corner of her eye.

"Hey, what is this?"

Shuiyue spoke with doubt, Chun Yurong followed her gaze, and a small snow-white thing rushed out from the corner and hit her calf with a dull thud.

"Your Highness, are you alright? This little beast looks like the white tiger cub that Concubine Jiang raised!"

Shuiyue's loud shouting made Xiao Tong, who was dizzy from hitting his head, look up instantly. After seeing that it was Chun Yurong standing in front of him, surprise flashed in Xiao Tong's tiger eyes and he couldn't help running towards her.

That’s right, the three thunders last night not only collapsed the study in the Prince’s Mansion, but also struck Xiao Tong, who was handling government affairs in the study, into the body of the white tiger cub.

Waking up in Jiang Wumei's arms today, Xiao Tong found himself turned into a beast. He was shocked and angry, and for a moment he thought he was possessed by a demon.

When the veterinarian turned him over and over for examination, Xiao Tong was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to kill everyone in the hall.

After calming down, Xiao Tong knew that the most important thing now was to return to his original body.

Only by going back can he slowly find out the reasons behind all the horrors that happened today.

Therefore, shortly after Jiang Wumei left with her maid, he escaped from the palace.

But the fact that the soul changed its owner was too horrifying, and Xiao Tong could not accept it. He went from being a prince to a weak beast overnight.

Just when he was running to the side hall, Xiao Tong fell seven or eight times because he was not familiar with this beast's body.

The physical pain, coupled with the soul's suffering, made Xiao Tong, who was trapped in the body of the white tiger cub, have bloodshot eyes and a rage that condensed into substance, almost burning through his fur.

Now, seeing his beloved woman standing in front of him, Xiao Tong seemed to come back to life and couldn't help but rush towards her for comfort.

The calf that was hit by Xiao Tong just now was aching slightly. When Chun Yurong heard Shuiyue say that the white tiger cub in front of her was raised by Jiang Wumei, her face darkened.

Seeing that the white tiger cub dared to pounce on him, a trace of disgust flashed across Chun Yurong's face, and he suddenly raised his foot and kicked him.

The moment Xiao Tong was kicked away, his mind was confused until his body rolled several times in the air and slammed into the corner of the wall. The severe pain stirred his nerves, and Xiao Tong woke up again.

A mouthful of blood spit out of the tiger's mouth. Xiao Tong endured the severe pain in his lower abdomen and tried his best to raise the tiger's head to look at Chun Yurong, but what he saw was a gloomy and twisted unfamiliar face.

Looking at Chun Yurong in front of him, Xiao Tong even felt that he had recognized the wrong person.

His Yurong is gentle and innocent, with a simple and clear mind. How could she behave in such a twisted manner!

It felt like a steel knife was stirring in Xiao Tong's brain, and he couldn't help but roar in pain, but the sound could be heard through his body. Chun Yurong and Shuiyue, who were present, could only hear the white tiger cub's weak groaning.