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

"Niao Niao, this place is too filthy. I will accompany you back to the bedroom."

Xiao Tong held Jiang Wumei in his arms through the white tiger cub, his eyes filled with joy and relief at having recovered a lost treasure.

Jiang Wumei caught a glimpse of Xiao Tong's excited face and gentle eyes, lowered her head and tightened her arms around the white tiger cub, secretly wondering what had stimulated him to change his temperament so drastically.

Could it be that he really drank too much medicine while in a coma and damaged his brain?

If it was just a brain injury, after he had rested for a while and recovered, and then he found out that his brain was not normal, he would kill Chun Yurong and cause trouble for her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wumei's nerves tensed up, and the look she gave Xiao Tong was filled with vigilance and uneasiness.

Sensing the fear and worry of the person in his arms, Xiao Tong closed his eyes, smiled bitterly, and hugged the person tighter.

He has done too many wrong things in the past, so it is understandable that Niao Niao suspects that he has bad intentions.

There is still a lot of time, and he will use the rest of his life to make up for his debt to Niao Niao.

"Everything is subject to your Highness's arrangements."

With all kinds of thoughts running through her mind, Jiang Wumei lowered her posture and responded to Xiao Tong's words just now.

After struggling slightly, Jiang Wumei withdrew from Xiao Tong's arms, straightened her back and turned into the familiar appearance of Xiao Tong's favorite concubine.

Seeing that she disguised herself again in the blink of an eye, Xiao Tong's dark eyes flashed, he bent down, picked her up sideways and strode out.

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit Jiang Wumei, and she subconsciously climbed onto the man's neck, but it touched the wound on the back of her hand, and she couldn't help but hiss.

Xiao Tong paused and said to Zhao Qi, who was covered in wounds:

"Immediately take my jade token and go find Doctor Zhao and bring him into the palace."

Zhao Qi was startled, and looked at Concubine Jiang in his arms with red eyes. He immediately understood and leaned over to respond:

"My subordinate will go immediately."

Xiao Tong carried Jiang Wumei back to the bedroom steadily. Looking at the wounds on the back of her hands and shoulders, he felt that it was more unbearable than being stabbed a hundred times himself.

After putting Jiang Wumei on the couch, Xiao Tong stood up and looked at the extremely familiar bedroom. His restless heart finally settled down.

This bedroom contains the most beautiful moments between him and Niao Niao.

They had laughed and played on the couch and rolled around on the big bed.

Niao Niao had personally bathed and brushed his hair, and fed him with her own hands. Every one of these things was engraved in Xiao Tong's heart and deeply engraved in his soul. He only waited to take out these beautiful things in the future, chew them over and over again, and savor the aftertaste.

Jiang Wumei had been paying attention to Xiao Tong's various actions. She saw his eyes lingering in every corner of the hall, as if he was lingering on something, and she had no idea what was wrong with him.

Even if he had a mental problem, he was clearly conscious and his demeanor was no different from before he fell into a coma. He was indeed the real Xiao Tong.

But if he said he was fine, then what about the sword he stabbed Chun Yurong with just now?

Moreover, since he woke up, he showed unprecedented enthusiasm towards her. If it weren't for the coldness hidden in his eyes, Jiang Wumei would even doubt whether this man was hopelessly in love with her.

Shaking her head to get rid of this narcissistic and dangerous thought, Jiang Wumei adjusted her breathing, and raised her face with an impeccable smile.

"Your Highness, you are also injured. Sit down and rest for a while."

After spending months together day and night, Xiao Tong easily saw through her fake smile. His heart ached. Xiao Tong sat down next to Jiang Wumei, gently held up the back of her injured hand, and his whole body was filled with terrifying murderous aura.

"Niao Niao, don't worry. I won't let anyone who hurt you tonight go."

The wound on the back of her hand was hideous. Jiang Wumei took a quick look at it and then lowered her eyelids, hiding the indifference in her eyes:

"It's just a minor injury, Your Highness, don't worry."

The one who hurt her the most was the man in front of her. He had the nerve to say that he wouldn't let anyone go.

Jiang Wumei listened numbly to the concern in his words, but didn't take it seriously at all.

"Qingzhi, tell the servants to prepare hot water, and then go to His Highness's bedroom to get a set of pajamas."

After turning around and giving a few instructions, Jiang Wumei looked at the man beside her with complicated eyes:

"Your Highness, please go take a shower and change your clothes first. When Doctor Zhao arrives, he will check your injuries first."

After saying that, without waiting for Xiao Tong to speak, Jiang Wumei handed the white tiger cub in her arms to the maidservant beside her, and instructed with red eyes:

"Take Xuetuan'er down first, and the Imperial Palace will choose a place to put him tomorrow."

The maidservant carefully retreated with the white tiger cub in her arms. Jiang Wumei followed her back with her eyes, reluctant to move away, and tears flashed in her eyes.

"Don't be sad, Niao Niao. I will ask Master Chen to personally choose a Feng Shui treasured site to bury Xuetuan'er, which will complete your fate with it."

Jiang Wumei's tears made Xiao Tong's heartache even worse. He put his arm around her shoulders and gently brought her into his arms, and made promises word for word.

Jiang Wumei was surprised at how much Xiao Tong valued Xue Tuan'er, but after several setbacks and misfortunes in succession, she could no longer think clearly and calmly about the key points.

She only knew that Xuetuaner, who had been with her for several months and saved her at the risk of his own life, was gone.

In this Prince's Mansion, her only warmth was destroyed by Chun Yurong.

Jiang Wumei leaned on Xiao Tong's shoulder, crying silently, her heart almost bleeding. Chun Yurong's life alone was not enough, she wanted the father and son of the Chun family to pay for her Xuetuan'er's life as well!

The hot water was delivered quickly. Xiao Tong asked everyone to leave and personally carried Jiang Wumei to take a bath behind the screen.

Jiang Wumei had injuries on her shoulders and hands, and Xiao Tong was stopped by Jiang Wumei just as he was taking off her clothes.

"Your Highness, you are injured and it is inconvenient for you to move. Please let Qingzhi serve me."

Xiao Tong had never served anyone before, and just taking off his coat pulled at her wound, causing her to gasp for air.

Jiang Wumei didn't want her injuries to get worse under his care, so she had to bite the bullet and stop him, finding a lame excuse.

Xiao Tong lowered his eyes and looked down at the blush on her face. Looking at her intoxicating shyness, he probably guessed the reason for her refusal.

Worried that he would hurt Jiang Wumei's delicate skin due to his clumsiness, Xiao Tong did not insist and looked up to call Qingzhi in.

With Qingzhi's help, Jiang Wumei endured the pain and took a simple bath and changed her clothes.

After she had tidied herself, Xiao Tong simply washed himself, changed into the pajamas that had just been delivered, strode over from behind the screen, and sat down next to Jiang Wumei.

Xiao Tong had never tried such an intimate sitting posture before. He had only seen Xu Junjun and Niao Niao being so intimate when she came to the Prince's Mansion.

Now that he has returned to human form and to a high position, holding the power of life and death, Xiao Tong feels that just snuggling up with Niao Niao like this makes him extremely satisfied.

After experiencing a whole night of ups and downs, Jiang Wumei felt sore and tired all over. Xiao Tong's skin-hungry adhesion did not attract much of her attention.

Doctor Zhao arrived soon. When he learned what had happened in the Prince's Mansion, he was shocked. He lowered his head and took the pulses of the two men and examined their injuries, not daring to say a word.

After the diagnosis, Doctor Zhao personally prescribed medicine and bandaged Jiang Wumei's wounds before he stood up and said goodbye, carrying his medicine box.

After drinking the medicine, Xiao Tong went to bed and held Jiang Wumei in his arms to rest. After a day of tossing and turning, Jiang Wumei was exhausted and fell asleep quickly with a frown on her face.

Xiao Tong's long fingers traced across her forehead and cheeks, finally stopping at her rosy lips and lingering there.

Looking at Jiang Wumei's haggard face, Xiao Tong couldn't bear to bother her. After she fell asleep, he got up from the bed, put on his clothes and left the bedroom.

But he didn't know that less than half an hour after he left, Jiang Wumei developed a high fever.