Peerless Consort Wants to Divorce

She wiped away her previous dejected expression. Life isn't hopeless after all, is it? She smiled and said, "Thank you. I'm fine. I didn't suffer any grievances."

Wen Yi was still in high fever, the imperial doctors said that her injuries would worsen, so the Prince Zhenyuan couple did not disturb her rest. They spoke a few words of advice before leaving.

After drinking the medicine, Wen Yi fell into a deep sleep, feeling that her body was sometimes cold and sometimes hot. When Xiao Ju served her, she would secretly shed tears.

After a few days, the fever continued and the imperial doctors were helpless against it. Even Zhuge Ming did not know how to use the medicine. The wound seemed to be inflamed and pus from just one day, he asked Wen Yi if anything had been applied to the wound, Wen Yi shook her head and said, "No."

Zhuge Ming had practiced medicine for many years, but he had never seen such a strange phenomenon. Logically speaking, all of the medicine he prescribed had the effect of anti-inflammatory and hemostatic effects. The wound was covered in 3 or 7 powders, so it wouldn't bleed again. However, blood continued to seep out from her wound, and when it did, pustules would appear around her wound.

Wen Yi understood in her heart what was going on. It was this body that rejected her soul, just like when she said those words in her coma. Her soul and this body had not completely merged, and currently, the wound was still not ready, precisely because of this.

She panicked for no reason and felt that she wouldn't be able to pass it. Therefore, when her spirit was better, she wanted to help Song Yunqian with his acupuncture as soon as possible.

But now, Song Yunqian did not even come to see her, he probably thought that he had harmed himself and was therefore filled with hate and resentment. She had to trick him into coming.

The rejection of her body became more and more severe. This day, all the medicine she had just consumed was spat out. She vomited until she was like the sky and overturned the seas, and her entire body collapsed. As Xiao Ju wiped away the tears on her face, she said, "If I can't drink this medicine, how is it alright? Princess, drink some rice porridge and we'll eat some medicine, alright? "

Wen Yi took a deep breath, her chest was in so much pain that she could not lift it all in one breath, and said weakly: "You guys, go buy me something."

Xiao Ju bent down and asked: What are you going to take? What do you want, Xiao Ju will go and get it immediately. "

Wen Yi raised her hand with much difficulty and helped her wipe her tears, then said with a smile: "Idiot, I'm fine. Come, go to the medicine store and buy me some …" Her voice gradually lowered, but Xiao Ju could still hear what she wanted clearly. She opened his eyes wide: Princess, what are you trying to do with the knockout powder?

Wen Yi took a deep breath and said, "Go quickly, don't ask!"

Xiao Ju nodded, and helped her press her foot on the ground, saying: "I'll be right there, I'll be back." As she said that, she turned around to instruct the brook to take care of Wen Yi. Then, she went to the kitchen to instruct mama, who was cooking porridge for Wen Yi, to go out.

At night, Xiao Ju went to find Song Yunqian because he was entrusted with this task. She wrote a piece of paper and told Xiao Ju to bring it over.

Sure enough, when Song Yunqian saw the piece of paper, he followed Xiao Ju over.

After arriving at Zhi Yi Lu, Wen Yi was already leaning on the couch. The pink on his face was extremely thick, with rouge on it, he intentionally drew his eyebrows, wearing lipstick, making his look much more energetic.

She smiled and said, "Prince is here!" This time, the man she liked but could never get, sat quietly 30 meters away from her. Without a wheelchair, he was still sitting on the soft cushion chair that Yang Luofan had prepared for him, looking coldly at her with a solemn expression, "Seems like you're in good spirits!"

As for her, she was not far from death. She even felt that her soul was slowly beginning to separate from this body. She just didn't know where she would go this time. If possible, send her back to modern times. She wanted to see her parents again.

"Godly Doctor Zhuge is exaggerating, I'm actually already much better. I'll be able to get out of bed in a few days." Wen Yi said.

Song Yunqian said coldly: "How are you, this king has nothing to do with you."

In the end, she was not used to him speaking to her in such a cold manner. She quietly looked at him with an extremely gentle expression and softly asked, "You must hate me in your heart, right?"

Song Yunqian sneered, "Resentment? Why hate you? This King has no love nor hate for you. "

Wen Yi made a sound of acknowledgement, and muttered: "It's good to have no love nor hate. If that were to happen, even if I were to die, you wouldn't be sad."

Song Yunqian said coldly: "If you die, this king will feel very relieved." Originally, he did not want to say such vicious words, because his heart did not think so. However, when he faced her, he still could not remain indifferent. Especially when he thought about how she had used a needle to injure him, she was challenging his limits.

The bottom of Wen Yi's heart was a mess. His eyes were as cold as ice and she could not feel the temperature.

She whispered, "Can you let them out? I have something to say to you. "

Song Yunqian waved his hand, signalling for them to go out.

However, Wen Yi raised her head and said to Xiao Ju who was at the door: "Bring some tea for your highness."

Xiao Ju replied, she moved her feet and carried the tea up, she stabilized her mind, placed the teacup in front of Song Yunqian and said: "Your Highness, please have some tea." Then she went out and closed the door.

Song Yunqian frowned: "Is Ke Er really your fault?" When he saw that Wen Yi had written a sentence on the piece of paper, saying that she knew who was the culprit behind Ke Er's actions, she knew that Song Yunqian would definitely come back and ask him clearly.

Wen Yi said: "Your highness, why not drink some tea first and listen to me with all your heart."

Song Yunqian impatiently raised his teacup and took a sip, then said with a slight vexation: "If you don't say it, I will leave immediately."

Wen Yi stared at him, not daring to move, afraid that she would waste her energy. She did not have the strength to perform acupuncture, so even her tone of voice sounded very gentle, "Ke Er did not push her into the lake, I am very sure!" The memory of Yang Luoyi remained in her head, so she knew very clearly that she had never hurt her before. However, she didn't know who pushed Ke Er into the lake. The reason why they used such an excuse was just to trick him into coming over.

Song Yunqian said coldly: "These words, you have said it more than a hundred times, do you know who pushed Ke Er into the lake, exactly who it was?"

In the gentle candlelight, his face was especially cold and hard. His eyes were like two pools of deep water. She tried her best to investigate, but it was hard to tell what sort of emotion was contained within them. Her handsome face carried a trace of disgust and impatience, as well as a trace of disappointment that even she could detect.

He was disappointed in her, and wasn't she disappointed in him, even despairing?

Wen Yi said quietly: "My lord, I am sorry, I lied to you, I do not know who pushed Ke Er into the lake."

Song Yunqian sucked in a breath of cold air, and his anger quickly gathered at his brow peak. He said furiously: "You intentionally tricked this king into coming here?"

Wen Yi laughed bitterly: "That's right, I know that's not the case, the Duke won't come over."

Just as Song Yunqian was about to get angry, he suddenly felt dizzy. He suddenly realized something and flipped the teacup in front of him, and asked angrily: You're taking medicine? He shook his head, circulating his Qi to resist, but Wen Yi had concocted this knockout medicine before, and it was from the poison that Zhuge Ming had given her. Therefore, no matter how strong his internal energy was, in the end he was unable to resist the poison and fell on his head.

Wen Yi tilted her body. After holding on for so long, her strength was almost depleted.

She got out of bed and could hardly walk. Arriving in front of him, she picked up a pair of scissors and cut his clothes. She really didn't have the strength to undress him, much less drag him to bed.

She knew that his skills were profound and that he would wake up soon. She did not have much time left.

She whispered, "I know that it's very difficult for you to believe me now, so I chose this method. I hope you don't blame me."

However, if she forced her body to do so, the consequences would be dire. She knew that, but she had no other choice. Even that deity said that she wouldn't be able to pass. Before she died, she had to at least save him.

She shot the needle quickly and accurately, thanks to her hard work in the past and the familiarity of her meridians with her own body.

The needle had to stay on his body for about a quarter of an hour. However, she couldn't hold on any longer, so it didn't matter. As long as his blood flowed through her veins, his internal force would automatically open the needle.

She lay on his chest, no longer moving her body. As she listened to his heartbeat, she could not stop her tears from flowing. She knew that her time was up, and she was not greedy. She only wanted this moment of peaceful gentleness. In the future, she wouldn't feel any heartache. It didn't matter who he was with, she would never see him again.

It was also good to have Yang Luofan by his side, at least she truly loved him. And she, a wisp of spacetime wandering soul, crossed over to him is a beautiful and painful encounter. She was grateful to the God that had appeared out of nowhere. He had given his more time to live and met a man who had a bad temper and didn't treat her very well.

"To me, you …" "It's really not good, but I still like you …" Wen Yi gasped for breath, and said with difficulty, "I like it when you call me Wen Yi, but to you, I am not a plague, but to you, it is truly a plague. The name of this plague … It's probably called love! "

She thought of the sweetness and happiness when he kissed her, and of the sweet moments when they did not quarrel. She pulled herself up with all her strength and pressed it hard against his lips.

Song Yunqian's medicinal power had already slowly retreated. He slowly opened his eyes, only to find that his lips were sealed by her ice-cold lips. A bright memory suddenly flooded his mind. Wrath surged through her mind. She actually used such despicable methods? When he realized that his clothes were almost all gone, he was unable to control his anger. He kicked the woman who was moving up and down on him, and she was sent flying like a loser, crashing into the wall and landing on the ground.

Blood spurted from the corner of her mouth as she lay on the ground and watched him jump up. There was a smile on her lips, a proud smile, the proud and sweet smile of an obstetrician looking at his own baby.