The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

As expected, Zhao Qiyan smiled suddenly and put down his teacup. "I was standing far away, so it's normal that Weiwei didn't see me."

"Although this is our first meeting, it seems like I'm the only one who's seen Weiwei, but Weiwei hasn't seen me. It's no wonder Weiwei is afraid of me."

As he spoke, he stood up and said, "Since Weiwei is not feeling well, tonight's wedding night will have to wait for a few days. I will sleep in the study."

He said as he walked out, "Weiwei, have a good rest. Let your maid named Tiehuan come in and serve you. A doctor will come to check your pulse later."

Zhao Qiyan spoke decisively, and Yun Shang had no room to refuse. She could only wait for the doctor to come.

Just before he left, he whispered, "It's Qinghuan."

Zhao Qiyan paused slightly, curled the corners of his mouth, and then strode away to the study.

In the study, the man in black followed Zhao Qiyan, hesitating to speak, "Your Majesty, the princess..."

Zhao Qiyan raised one corner of his mouth, his expression icy. He waved his hand, "If I don't take the bait, how will those rats hiding in the dark come out?"

The man in black bowed his head and said, "I understand."

Inside the bridal chamber, Yun Shang thought she had escaped another disaster.

As soon as Qinghuan came in, he saw his young lady lying on the bed, looking exhausted, with a look of detachment as if she had survived a disaster.

"Miss, have you offended the prince? On the wedding night, the prince went to sleep in the study. As the princess, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

Yun Shang shook her head, her mind full of philosophy.

To be or not to be, that is the question.

It would be better to die than to live under the shadow of Zhao Qiyan.

……

Qinghuan was anxious about her future for a long time before she slowly spoke, "I have a stomachache. The prince called a doctor for me. He left because we couldn't consummate the marriage. It shouldn't have much of an impact, right?"

"Ah? Stomachache?" Qing Huan hurried forward to see, "Miss, why do you suddenly have a stomachache? Today is not your day."

Yun Shang touched her stomach and found that it hurt less after Zhao Qiyan left.

"It doesn't hurt much now..."

As the doctor walked to the door, he heard her say that the pain was gone. He was in a dilemma whether to go in or not.

Qinghuan saw someone at the door and realized that it was the doctor, so he hurriedly invited the person in.

The doctor felt her pulse through the handkerchief and asked how it hurt, and Yun Shang told him the truth.

The doctor stroked his short goatee and said in a deep voice, "You are worried, your spirits are weak, and your heart fire is strong. Princess, please relax and don't think too much."

"You are feeling a little weak and cold. I will prescribe some medicine for you. Princess, just take it for a few days to recuperate."

"As for the stomachache, I'm sorry, I can't figure out the cause. I wonder if the princess has suffered an abdominal injury?"

Qinghuan answered for her, "My young lady has never been injured. At most, her fingertips were pricked by the needle while embroidering."

Fearing the doctor would ask more questions, Yun Shang quickly interrupted, "Thank you very much, doctor. Please prescribe some medicine. I don't feel any pain anymore. Maybe I'm too nervous today. I used to get stomachaches when I was nervous."

The doctor nodded. "That's certainly possible. Some people experience numbness in their hands and feet when they're nervous. That's normal."

After the doctor left, Qinghuan looked at her with wide eyes, "Miss, you don't feel any pain now, do you?"

Yun Shang nodded, not understanding why. "Yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore."

She immediately turned around and walked out, "Then I will go and ask the prince to come back."

Yun Shang was stunned. Does this house have to be completed?

When I thought about seeing Zhao Qiyan again, my stomach seemed to start hurting again, and my neck also hurt.

Zhao Qiyan was hurriedly called back by Qinghuan, just when the doctor was about to leave after writing the prescription. After the doctor reported Yun Shang's condition to him, he was about to leave but was stopped by him again.

Seeing her holding her stomach with one hand, he frowned and looked at the doctor, "Didn't you say it didn't hurt anymore? Why is it hurting again?"

The doctor didn't know what was going on either. He hesitated for a long time and finally said it was a psychological reason.

Zhao Qiyan waved his hand with dissatisfaction and asked people to leave, but Yun Shang was shocked by the Chinese medicine with an expressionless face.

This guy is a fucking miracle doctor!

Even PTSD can be diagnosed.

Zhao Qiyan looked at her and began to take off his clothes without saying a word.

Yun Shang was so panicked that she didn't know where to look. Just when she was about to ask Qinghuan for help, she saw Qinghuan smiling obscenely and retreating stealthily. Before leaving, he even thoughtfully closed the door tightly.

Zhao Qiyan took off all his clothes except for his white underwear and stopped taking off more. He sat on the bed and pointed at the golden crown on Yun Shang's head. "Is it heavy? I'll help you take it off."

Yun Shang only then realized that the pain in her neck might be caused by pressure.

She fiddled with it for a long time but couldn't take it apart, so she cautiously looked at Zhao Qiyan who was leaning against the head of the bed looking at her.

But Zhao Qiyan, who received her pleading look, crossed his arms and remained unmoved.

Yun Shang hesitated for a long time before calling out softly, "Prince~"

Zhao Qiyan chuckled and then got out of bed to help her.

After removing the golden crown and both of them lying side by side on the bed in their underwear, Zhao Qiyan asked, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Yun Shang was stunned. She was so focused on taking off the golden crown just now, and Zhao Qiyan was too easy-going and didn't test her again. She relaxed for a moment and even forgot about the pain in her stomach.

She shook her head truthfully, her voice as thin as a mosquito's, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Zhao Qiyan hummed, closed his eyes and went to sleep, "Go to sleep, I won't touch you, you don't have to be nervous."

"I'm very experienced in curing this kind of problem of yours. The more you fear something, the more you should be exposed to it. After a few more exposures, you won't be afraid anymore."

"Look, your stomachache is gone so quickly."

"It works pretty quickly."

Yun Shang thought for a moment and then complimented him softly, "Well, Your Majesty, you are truly amazing."

Yun Shang felt a little disappointed when she didn't hear Zhao Qiyan's chuckle or answer. It seemed that her flattery skills were not good enough yet. She needed to practice more in the future.

He hoped that one day the truth would be revealed and he could use his emotions to get a suspended death sentence.

At worst, a less painful way to die would be fine.

As long as there is no pain, death doesn't seem so difficult to accept.

The two of them slept with their own thoughts. Yun Shang had been having nightmares. In the dreams, Zhao Qiyan used more than a dozen methods to kill her more than a dozen times.

"It's gone, it's gone!"

The sudden noise woke Yun Shang from her nightmare.

After waking up, she opened her eyes and saw Zhao Qiyan's handsome face enlarged in front of her, and her stomachache started again.

She died more than a dozen times in her dream, and every part of her body ached, causing her to break out in cold sweats.

Zhao Qiyan suddenly opened his eyes, got out of bed neatly, picked up the clothes beside him and put them on, then strode out.

Looking back, he saw Yun Shang, who had just woken up from her dream and was still in a panic. He said in a deep voice, "Stay here, don't go out."