Prosperous Concubine: Black-bellied lord, don't do it

Chapter 133 At that time, he only knew how to spoil her

The medicine was delivered quickly.

Mo Beiye asked people to put down the medicine and fed Shangguan Yingfu himself.

However, the medicine he fed all flowed out from the corner of Shangguanying's mouth.

"Shangguanying, drink the medicine well, and the disease will be cured only after drinking the medicine." He said in a low voice, hoping that she would be a little more obedient and drink the medicine.

However, Shangguanying didn't respond, he continued to feed after yelling, and continued to flow out.

In the end, he really had no choice but to take the medicine into his own mouth first, and use his mouth to transfer the medicine into her mouth.

The bitter medicine in his mouth made his heart throb a little.

He remembered that when she was a child, she hated taking medicine because she was afraid of suffering.

Occasionally, when she accidentally fell ill and needed medicine, she would quietly ask him to drink the medicine while the adults were not paying attention.

At that time, he was young and ignorant, and he only knew how to pamper her. She begged a few words, and he drank it for her. He never thought that if she didn't take the medicine obediently, her body would recover slowly...

Now that the medicine is so bitter, if she is awake, she will definitely not drink it honestly, right?
While thinking wildly, he fed her two bowls of medicine and drank them down.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her pale and bloodless face, and his chest was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

"Shangguanying, I regret it..."

He regretted putting her in the dungeon.

If she hadn't been locked in, she wouldn't have a fever, and she wouldn't have been bitten by mice...

He reached out and gently stroked her thin cheek, with a face full of self-blame.

But suddenly, he stopped abruptly.

The wound on her forehead was not bitten by a mouse. Could it be... She was abused in the cell?

Mo Beiye's face darkened suddenly.

He stood up abruptly and walked out with a sullen face.

Walking to the door, he glanced coldly at the group of guards, and said in a murderous voice: "You guys protect Shangguanying well here, and if she makes any mistakes, this king will let all of you be buried with her!"

"Yes!" The group of guards didn't dare to object, and they stood up straight.

Mo Beiye withdrew his eyes in satisfaction, and turned to look at Yun Shang: "Now go and take the guards of the dungeon last night to the study to meet with me. I have something to ask them."

"Your subordinates obey." Yun Shang immediately accepted the order and retreated.

Mo Beiye, on the other hand, immediately turned around and walked towards the study.

Not long after he arrived at the study, the eight guards guarding outside the dungeon were brought to the study by Yun Shang last night.

"My subordinates see the prince!" The eight people knelt down respectfully and saluted.

Mo Beiye looked at them and asked coldly, "What did you do to Shangguanying last night?"

The eight people looked at each other in blank dismay.

Soon, one of them said: "The subordinates didn't do anything to Miss Shangguan. After Miss Shangguan was imprisoned, the subordinates only stayed outside, except for the time she called out in the middle when they sent people in. Except for asking, the rest of the time, the subordinates didn't go in!"

Mo Beiye narrowed his eyes slightly, and released a cold murderous look from his body, "You didn't do anything to her, so why is there a bruise on her forehead?"

Shangguanying is not a person who would commit suicide, so the wound on her forehead is absolutely impossible for her to hit it out of her own mind!
The guard was even more at a loss: "When Miss Shangguan was sent there, she already had a wound on her forehead, and half of her face was covered with blood."

Another guard echoed: "That's right, when the subordinates saw it, they asked the person who sent Miss Shangguan if they wanted to help her with the wound, but they said that the prince didn't let the help treat it, so the subordinates asked her to take care of her wound." I didn't care about it."

(End of this chapter)