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

The first person to discover something was wrong was Jiang Wumei's personal maid Qingzhi.

Jiang Wumei was injured, and seeing Xiao Tong leave halfway, Qingzhi was worried. Every once in a while, she would go into the hall to check on Jiang Wumei, and wipe her sweat and tuck in the corners of the quilt.

The first two or three times, Jiang Wumei was fine. Qingzhi just pulled the quilt slightly and stepped aside to watch.

But later, Qingzhi found that his master's breathing became heavier and his face gradually flushed, and his heart skipped a beat.

When he touched Jiang Wumei's forehead, he found it was incredibly hot. Frightened, Qingzhi immediately called for the imperial physician and ordered him to prepare hot water. He then used a hot towel to wipe his master's body.

The method of wiping the body with warm water to reduce fever was taught to Qingzhi by Jiang Wumei. Unexpectedly, it was used on Jiang Wumei herself.

There were people everywhere in the hall. Qingzhi wiped the sweat off his master's face while anxiously asking if the imperial physician had arrived. He also sent someone to invite the prince over.

At that time, Xiao Tong was sitting in a wide chair, watching Zhao Qi interrogate the killer he had just caught.

When encountering people who were stubborn and refused to speak, Xiao Tong would coldly decide their death.

"Lingchi."

Once he left Jiang Wumei, Xiao Tong turned back into the arrogant and decisive crown prince. When facing the enemy, the thunder in his eyes was enough to break people's hearts.

Not to mention, the murderous aura surging from his body was chilling enough to make people shudder the moment he got close.

After receiving the order, Zhao Qi waved his hand, and immediately a secret guard walked out from the shadows, picked up a blade as thin as a cicada's wing, and approached the killer.

The blade cut through the skin, and tragic roars echoed in the dungeon. Xiao Tong played with the teacup, raised his eyebrows, and looked at everything in front of him indifferently.

The other killers who witnessed the entire process of lingchi could not bear the psychological torture and screamed out everything.

Seeing that they were sensible, Xiao Tong smiled and told Zhao Qi to prepare paper and pen and ordered them to write down the evidence by hand.

Just as the interrogation was halfway through, a secret guard hurried in, knelt before Xiao Tong and reported:

"Your Highness, I just received news that the Concubine has developed a high fever. The maid in the palace asks Your Highness to return to the palace."

"Zhao Qi, wait until these people have written up their evidence and execute them all by slow slicing!"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who had been indifferent to everything just now, lost his composure in an instant. Xiao Tong stood up suddenly, his movements so hasty and urgent that his wide robe even fell on the wide chair behind him, and he strode out of the dungeon like the wind.

"As ordered, Your Highness."

Zhao Qi responded loudly, looking at the anxious back of his prince, an absurd thought arose in his heart.

I'm afraid that soon, this Concubine Jiang will become the Crown Princess.

The imperial physician arrived quickly, and after taking Jiang Wumei's pulse, he immediately prescribed a fever-reducing medicine and handed it to Qingzhi.

Qingzhi did not dare to delay and immediately sent someone to get the medicine and boil it. In the end, he was worried and directly arranged for the imperial physician to rest in the prince's mansion, fearing that his master would have a recurring high fever.

Two years ago, the son of a high-ranking official in the capital had his brain damaged by a high fever and became an idiot. Qingzhi did not dare to take risks with his master.

There were many charcoal braziers burning in the hall. Remembering Jiang Wumei's previous instructions, Qingzhi also opened a few cracks in the windows of the hall to allow fresh air to circulate into the hall.

Xiao Tong walked through the wind and snow and strode into the hall.

Feeling the warmth in the hall, Xiao Tong frowned and walked quickly to the exquisitely carved bed.

On the soft bed, covered with a thick quilt, Jiang Wumei's eyes were closed, her forehead was soaked with sweat, and she seemed to be in a nightmare in her sleep. She kept pursing her lips and frowning, looking extremely fragile and pitiful.

Xiao Tong had never seen Jiang Wumei so weak. Looking at her cracked lips, Xiao Tong's heart choked and his voice was filled with anger:

"what happened?

I was away for a moment, how could Niao Niao suddenly develop a high fever? "

"Your Highness, Imperial Physician Zhao said that the high fever was caused by the knife wounds and excessive worry.

Only by resting well can you gradually recover."

Feeling the terrifying oppression emanating from Xiao Tong, Qingzhi knelt down with a thud and spoke cautiously.

Xiao Tong sat on the bed, held Jiang Wumei's uninjured little hand, and felt the coldness of her palm. He took off his clothes and got into bed without hesitation, using his own hot body temperature to warm her cold body.

Jiang Wumei was sweating all over, but her body temperature was extremely low. Xiao Tong held her in his arms and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, feeling a wave of heartache in his chest.

Only this time!

From now on, he will never let Niao Niao get hurt again.

Never let her suffer again.

Perhaps because she felt that someone was caring for her, Jiang Wumei, who was deeply trapped in a nightmare, subconsciously moved closer to the heat source, and her brows gradually relaxed.

Jiang Wumei's defenseless attachment soothed Xiao Tong's broken heart. The corners of Xiao Tong's mouth curled up slightly, and he kissed her sweaty forehead with a reverent and pious look. He glanced at the kneeling Qingzhi and said in a cold tone:

"Is the medicine ready?"

Xiao Tong's eyes were dark and deep, and he exuded an extremely powerful aura. Qingzhi trembled slightly under his gaze and lowered his head to report:

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. I will go and take a look right away."

Qingzhi stood up with weak legs and just walked to the door when the maid who brought medicine came hurriedly.

Taking the medicine, Qingzhi did not dare to delay and hurried back to the hall to deliver the medicine to Xiao Tong, whispering:

"Your Highness, the Queen's medicine has arrived."

Xiao Tong ignored her, stretched out his big hand to take the medicine bowl, frowned and ordered:

"Everyone, please step back. I will take care of Niao Niao."

Hearing his intimate address to his master, Qingzhi was surprised, but didn't dare to say much. He glanced at Jiang Wumei, who had her eyes closed on the bed, and obediently left the bedroom.

After half coaxing and half holding Jiang Wumei to drink the medicine, Xiao Tong's uneasy mood finally calmed down.

But after this incident, Xiao Tong dared not leave Jiang Wumei even half a step, for fear that the most precious person in front of him would be gone in the blink of an eye.

That night, Xiao Tong did not close his eyes. He held Jiang Wumei in his arms and looked at her calm and gentle eyes until dawn.

The heavy snow had not stopped, and Zhao Qi had not rested as he was interrogating the assassin from last night.

As daybreak approached, Zhao Qi came to ask for an audience with Xiao Tong, holding the results of a night of interrogation.

Hearing the announcement outside, Xiao Tong smoothed away the strands of hair on Jiang Wumei's forehead, touched her body which was no longer hot, then lowered his head to give her a kiss and gently got up from the bed.

After getting dressed and stepping out of the palace, Xiao Tong glanced at Zhao Qi who was kneeling in the snow, then looked at Qingzhi and ordered in a deep voice:

"Take good care of the queen, I'll come back later."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Qingzhi dared not disobey, and hurriedly led the maid in the palace and agreed in a low voice.

Xiao Tong stepped into the wind and snow, leading Zhao Qi away. Qingzhi stood outside the hall with her maid. She waited until Xiao Tong and the others disappeared before turning around and entering the bedroom.

Jiang Wumei slept until the evening of the next day.

If Imperial Physician Zhao had not taken her pulse and confirmed that she was in good health, Xiao Tong would probably have sent someone to the Imperial Hospital to get a few more old doctors over.

During the high fever, Jiang Wumei was unaware of what was happening in the outside world. When she opened her eyes again, she felt as if her body was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she felt so tired that she couldn't move a finger.

"Mother, you are finally awake!"

Qingzhi helped her up from the bed, stuffed a soft pillow around her waist for her to lean on, and almost cried with joy.