Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

In her previous life, Doctor Qi once told Meng Tingyue earnestly that Prince Qing was definitely not her destined lover.

The master said that the King of Qing was wild and unruly by nature, and extremely greedy, and that he appeared so harmless only because he was plagued by illness.

But once his condition improves, he will stop at nothing to achieve his goal.

When Meng Tingyue heard this, she simply smiled calmly and said, "Who in this world doesn't have a little ambition in their heart?"

In the end, the master was still unwilling to cure Prince Qing's stubborn illness himself, but after Meng Tingyue's repeated requests, he finally gave in and taught her the healing method, allowing her to treat Prince Qing personally.

After recovering from his illness, the King of Qing became just as his master had said, cruel and ruthless, and would do anything to achieve his goals.

When she was dying in her previous life, she vaguely heard that the Qing King wanted to harm her master...

If her momentary impulse had caused her master's death, her soul would have been trapped by the heavy yoke of guilt for the rest of her life, and it would have been difficult to free herself from it.

"Your Highness, the medicine is ready." The maid knocked on the door lightly, and after receiving a response, she slowly walked into the room.

Shen Yunheng caught a glimpse of an indescribable, subdued aura surrounding Meng Tingyue. His gaze inadvertently slid across the medicine bowl on the table, "Bring the medicine to the Crown Princess."

"Crown Princess, it's time to take your medicine."

The maid's voice brought Meng Tingyue back to her senses.

She smelled the bitter medicine and frowned slightly.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

The maid was about to reply when Shen Yunheng's voice spoke before her.

"This is medicine to prevent colds. I saw you coughing these past two days, so I asked the kitchen to make it."

"After drinking it, I don't want someone coughing in my ear all day. If they infect me, it will only affect my ability to handle government affairs."

Hearing this, the sadness and the momentary emotion in Meng Tingyue's heart disappeared, and her eyes lingered between Shen Yunheng's face and the medicine.

She reluctantly picked up half a bowl of medicine, and every sip seemed like a silent battle with her inner resistance, until the bowl was empty.

Then, she almost eagerly grabbed three candied fruits and stuffed them into her mouth, using the sweetness to dispel the lingering bitterness in her mouth.

Her gaze fell on Shen Yunheng again. He was concentrating on handling the official business on his desk. His profile was picturesque, but it could not hide his innate dignity and alienation.

Meng Tingyue secretly complained in her heart: If you are really afraid that she will be infected, then don't let her sleep here. In such a huge prince's mansion, is there still a lack of a bed for the prince's golden body to rest?

Don't tell her that the prince is so used to his bed that he can't sleep even after changing it. If he was really so used to his bed, he wouldn't have slept in the study these days.

After much thought, Meng Tingyue could only come to one conclusion - the prince was looking for trouble.

Shen Yunheng had already noticed the undisguised gaze, and he tilted his head slightly, his eyes like torches, piercing Meng Tingyue, "Do you have any opinion about me?"

"How could that be? How dare I?" Meng Tingyue curved her lips into a smile, which was extremely perfunctory and had no bottom.

"I think you are very brave."

"My husband, you've been so busy with government affairs lately that you've probably become a little restless. You've even developed such hallucinations. Why don't you let me take your pulse to avoid unnecessary worry or the risk of a cold I may have brought upon you?"

Meng Tingyue emphasized the word "wind and cold".

Shen Yunheng looked at her for a moment, and under Meng Tingyue's gaze, he gave her an unexpected answer, "Okay."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue tilted her head slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She suspected that she had heard wrongly, "Does my husband trust me so much?"

Shen Yunheng saw her silly behavior, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to warm up a lot. He nodded solemnly and turned his wrist to signal Meng Tingyue to come and check.

Meng Tingyue was not afraid either. She took a soft cloth bag from the side and carefully placed it under Shen Yunheng's wrist, with her fingertips gently resting on his pulse.

At that moment, the woman's jade-white skin and the man's slightly rough wheat-colored skin complemented each other, forming a vivid and vivid picture, which inadvertently touched Shen Yunheng's heartstrings.

His eyes involuntarily followed the pair of nimble hands and slowly moved to her slightly exposed, creamy neck, and finally stopped at her small and delicate face, which seemed smaller than the size of his palm.

Shen Yunheng's deep gaze fell on her face, as if he was looking through her at an old friend.

Meng Tingyue felt uncomfortable all over after being stared at, so she could only lower her eyelids and carefully take his pulse and check his body.

Shen Yunheng's health was worse than on his wedding day.

Meng Tingyue slowly withdrew her hand from his wrist, her eyes solemn, her words filled with unquestionable seriousness: "Your Highness already suffers from mania. The slightest emotional fluctuation will only exacerbate the condition."

"May I ask, Your Highness, have you been taking the tranquilizing and soothing medicine on time lately?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Shen Yunheng's eyes, and then he nodded gently, "State affairs have been so complicated lately that I've been negligent and sometimes forget about this."

Meng Tingyue frowned slightly upon hearing this, a hint of displeasure and concern etched in her words: "Your Highness's current physical condition necessitates that the decoction be taken three times a day, without a single miss, in order to stabilize the condition. Any slight mistake will significantly reduce the effectiveness of the medicine."

"Your Highness is of high status, so it's natural for him to have mood swings. In this case, even if he drinks the medicine, it's the same as not drinking it at all."

"If Your Highness doesn't take care of your health, even if you manage the affairs of the Great Zhou in an orderly manner now, Your Majesty will eventually grow old. When government affairs become increasingly burdensome, Your Highness's health will not be able to hold up until then."

As a doctor, what I hate most is patients not taking care of their bodies and not taking their medicine on time.

Even though she hated the bitter taste of the medicine, she would grit her teeth and take it on time for the sake of her health.

I think the reason why the prince died young in his previous life was that even his indestructible body could not withstand such excessive wear and tear and contempt.

"I have my own thoughts about my physical condition." Shen Yunheng said calmly.

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue's anger grew even stronger. "I dare to say something out of turn. Throughout history, countless emperors have died young, all because they lacked self-control in their youth, only to regret it in their old age."

She paused slightly, her gaze piercing as she continued, "Didn't the once glorious past dynasty gradually lose its foundations because of the long-term erosion of its inner core by termites? It eventually collapsed and turned to dust."

“Isn’t that what the human body is like?”