Transmigration: Prince, Step Aside

"My father... and you have a story? "

Just as Mu Zhihuan was about to ask, she heard Mo Yi say that they had arrived at the King's Manor.

Mu Zhihuan bitterly bade Gu Mingxuan farewell. She turned around and saw Jiang Zhisu leaning at the door.

Looking at the seemingly simple yet exquisite carriage, Jiang Zisu's face darkened, "You really are with Gu Mingxuan! Mu Zhihuan, do you still know that you're my wangfei and Ran'er's mother? "

"Of course I know that!" Mu Zhihuan was so tired that she could not even be bothered to roll her eyes. "I've been tired all day. If there's nothing else, can I go back and rest?"

When he said goodbye to Gu Mingxuan just now, he had been talking and laughing, but when he saw how unhappy and irritated he looked, Jiang Zisu instantly felt as if there was a fire burning in his heart. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

As he watched Mu Zhihuan walk in front of him with her fluttering clothes in her hands, Jiang Zi Su suddenly pulled on the corner of her clothes.

Mu Zhihuan frowned as she was pulled back. She turned around and met with a pair of irritable eyes. The scene that happened when she left the house that morning made her heart tighten.

Just as he was about to kick him again, he suddenly lost all his weight. He threw himself forward and fell into a warm embrace.

"Ugh!" Mu Zhihuan screamed and cursed, "Jiang Zisu, what's wrong with you? You want to pester me like this? "Let me go quickly!"

Feeling the struggle of the person in his embrace, Jiang Zisu impatiently grabbed Mu Zhihuan's lower jaw. He said fiercely:

"Let you go so that you and Gu Mingxuan can talk to each other like that?" Jiang Zisu's eyes were red, and his tone was rough:

Oh, right, did I forget to tell you that although Gu Mingxuan came here to celebrate the birth of the crown prince, in reality, he is here to elect his own princess. Just which part of you, Mu Zhihuan, is worthy of Crown Prince Great Yin? Don't think that just because you're nice to you, you won't be able to find the north and south! "

He viciously glared at Mu Zhihuan. The feeling of having his words stuck in his throat only made Jiang ZiSu more and more irritated. For some reason, whenever he saw Mu Zhihuan together with an elected member, he would always get frustrated:

"You are my consort! As long as I don't let go, you can't go anywhere! "

Mu Zhihuan only felt that Jiang Zisu had gone crazy. His jaw was hurting so badly that even his hands and feet were unable to move.

Seeing that Jiang Zhisu was about to kiss her again, Mu Zhihuan shut her eyes in despair. "Ugh!"

That repulsive sensation on her lips was being ravaged. The pain and humiliation caused tears to stream from the corners of Mu Zhihuan's eyes.

That crystal drop just happened to fall on Jiang Zisu's hand. It was clearly a lukewarm water, but it made him shudder.

Looking at Mu Zhihuan's pale and bloodless face, the clear traces of tears, and the blood at the corner of her mouth, Mu Zhihuan's eyes all seemed extremely beautiful.

It was only then that Jiang Zisu reacted. He hurriedly pinched Mu Zhihuan's jaw, forcing her to open her mouth.

Looking at Mu Zhihuan's mouth full of blood, Jiang Zisu was so flustered that he wanted to hit her, but he couldn't.

"Mu Zhihuan!" Do you not want to live anymore!? "

Mu Zhihuan only coldly stared at him. Just as she was about to open her mouth, blood flowed backwards and she choked on the air in her windpipe, then she began to violently cough.

Seeing that Mu Zhihuan's face was growing increasingly pale and her coughing sounds were becoming softer, Jiang Zisu picked her up and carried her directly to his courtyard.

As they walked, they called for their own secret guard. "Go! Bring me the imperial physician!"

After placing Mu Zhihuan on the bed, Jiang Zisu looked at her increasingly ugly face and tightened his grip.

The imperial physician hurriedly rushed over to check Mu Zhihuan's pulse, and then looked at Mu Zhihuan's mouth.

"The wangfei probably choked on her words just now, but now her breathing has stabilized. This means that the wangfei has already coughed up the foreign object. She'll be fine as long as she takes a break."

Jiang Zisu's expression was cold, but it was hard to see how happy he was. "Then I'll have to trouble the imperial physician to prescribe some medicine."

The imperial physician replied, "Yes!" He wiped away the sweat on his forehead. This was the first time he saw the prince muster up such a large force. He was so moved, as if something bad was about to happen to the person in bed.

However, wasn't it the Mu Zhihuan that everyone knew about, the one he hated the most, the person on the bed? Why did he suddenly become so anxious?

One must know that back when Mu Zhihuan was giving birth, this Prince Li was determined to not let anyone enter the house to check. That attitude was clearly intended to kill Mu Zhihuan.

However, this was not something an imperial physician like him could argue with. He honestly prescribed the medicine, gave instructions for cooking, and then left the manor.

After sending off the imperial physician, Jiang Zisu discovered that his palms were drenched in sweat.

He casted a sidelong glance at the person on the bed who had his eyes tightly shut. Even when he was unconscious, he was still frowning.

At that moment, her rejection came from the bottom of her heart. She really hated herself.

A sense of unease rose up within him. He didn't understand how this woman could easily evoke his feelings.

Why was he always so concerned about this?

In the main hall of the manor, Yang Qiuyu gripped her teacup tightly. "You said you saw the prince carrying that slut into his bedroom?"

Xiao Cui knelt on the ground and said with a trembling voice: "Yes … This is a servant that I saw with my own eyes … The Prince also … "Also …"

"What else!" Yang Qiuyu's gaze was sinister, causing Xiao Cui to shudder, "He even kissed Mu Zhihuan."

"Pa!" With a crisp sound, the cup in Yang Qiuyu's hand was ruthlessly thrown to the ground by her.

"That bitch!" I will make her die a horrible death! "

Xiao Cui knelt on the ground, and was so scared that she did not dare raise her head: "Madam Fu, please calm your anger … … "Your Highness has always doted on you. This time, he must have been completely bewitched by Mu Zhihuan's slut. Madam, please don't be mad at yourself."

Yang Qiuyu glared at the fragment on the ground as if it were Mu Zhihuan. "Mu Zhihuan! I will not rest until I swear to you! "

Mu Zhihuan woke up with a frown as her mouth turned dry.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Zisu lying asleep on the table across from him. His memories of last night flooded into his mind at once.

Mu Zhihuan frowned in disgust. She simply couldn't understand what was going on with Jiang Zhisu. Was he so disgusted that he had used such a method to humiliate himself?

Annoyed, Mu Zhihuan sighed and quietly got off the ground. She then quietly opened the door and left without looking back.

However, what she did not know was that after she left, Jiang Zisu, who had been sleeping soundly, slowly opened his eyes. He was lost in thought as he watched Mu Zhihuan's departing figure for a long time.

"Qi …" "Brewing …"

The moment Mu Zhihuan opened her mouth, she discovered that something was wrong. It seemed that every word she said was extremely strenuous. Every time she said it, her vocal cords would be pulled, causing her throat to hurt.

"Princess is back?"

Seventh Madame coincidentally walked out to pour water. When she saw Mu Zhihuan frowning, she asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"