This Prince Consort Is No Pushover!

"Lord, do you care about me?" At this time, Su Chang's voice came from behind him.

The king of Zhao coldly looked at Su Chang and said with a smile, "you can sleep alone tonight. I'm going to see the princess!"

Said, he has quickly run to liuxiangyuan.

Seeing the anxious figure of King Zhao, Su Chang grinned and bit her teeth. She slapped the door with a slap, and her eyes were filled with anger.

Where on earth is she worse than Li Tianwei?

Why didn't King Zhao like her?

She has already done this job. The king of Zhao still thinks about that bitch in his heart. She's so angry!

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When the king of Zhao arrived at Liuxiang courtyard, she saw Nanxing kneeling on the ground. She was holding Princess Zhao in her arms and crying there.

Princess Zhao's wrists were full of blood, and her eyes were closed. She didn't know whether she was in a coma or something.

"Wei Er!" The king of Zhao ran to her and held her in his arms.

He shook her tremblingly for a while, and then went to explore her nose.

"Well, I'm still angry. Housekeeper, is the doctor here The king of Zhao roared.

Outside immediately came the voice of the housekeeper panting, "here, Lord, the doctor has come."

The doctor lived in King Zhao's house, so he came quickly.

As soon as he ran into the room, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He rushed over with the medicine box, "Lord, help the princess to the bed, and stop the bleeding first."

"Good." With that, the king of Zhao took Princess Zhao into his arms and gently put her on the bed.

When he hugged her, he found that Wei'er was so light that she didn't have the weight of pregnancy at all.

But she is seven or eight months old, and she is still so light, which shows how thin she is recently.

"Doctor Fu, stop the bleeding for Wei'er. Hurry up." The king of Zhao urged.

"Yes, please rest assured." After the doctor said that, he quickly picked up Princess Zhao's wrist to observe, and then said, "fortunately, it's not deep. If it's deep, it's dangerous!"

With that, he quickly sprinkled some hemostatic drugs on Princess Zhao's wound, and then took out gauze from the medicine box to bandage her wrist.

Hearing this, King Zhao was relieved.

At this time, Princess Zhao was still dizzy and did not wake up.

Zhao Wang inadvertently looked up and saw a few lines written on the rice paper on the table. He quickly picked it up and saw a few poems written on it.

There is no limit to the feeling of wiping tears before the flowers, and there is more than enough hate for playing the piano under the moon. Leisure to see double swallow tears, quiet to empty bed soul quietly.

His heart trembled. It was a fateful poem.

She must have wanted to commit suicide when she wrote this poem.

Seeing this poem, he remembered the scene when he planted flowers for her, she wiped his sweat and fed him Furong cake.

Also think of him and her playing under the locust tree, attracted the birds flying scene.

But those have gone away, he severely hurt her, made her lose hope, choose to commit suicide.

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At this time, the bed of Princess Zhao has been long awake.

Seeing this, Nanxing said excitedly: "prince, the princess wakes up. That's great!"

"Vera, are you awake? Are you all right? Is your hand still sore? " Zhao Wang rushed to the bedside, stroked her little face with his left hand, and held her hand with his right hand, which was a look of heartache.

Princess Zhao did not expect that the king would come to see her.

She looked at him, eyes slightly stagnant, voice cold, "tonight is not your wedding night with side imperial concubine, what are you doing here?"