In the dark and cold dungeon, a few torches barely illuminated the cage-like iron door, and a few low coughs came from the cage. Nan Guozhen, wearing prison clothes, sat against the cold wall, his hands and feet being roasted by the iron chains, and the dried dark red blood stains on the prison clothes made him miserable.
Squeak... The door of the dungeon was opened. As the footsteps of several people were heard, a few bright lights came in, making Nan Guozhen, who was sitting against the wall, squint his eyes. I saw a woman wearing a gorgeous floral dress walking over. The woman said to the jailer behind her: "Open the door and apply this bottle of anti-inflammatory ointment to his wound."
Nan Guozhen looked at this woman with his blank eyes and recognized that she was a butterfly.
"What do you want to do?"
"Nothing to do, I'm here to heal your wounds." Butterfly replied calmly.
Nan Guozhen looked down on Butterfly and said, "Uh." Although he didn't say "You would be so kind", the other party replied as if he had guessed, "Don't misunderstand me, it's not that I want to heal your wounds, it's that you were hurt by others." Please. I, Butterfly, am not interested in the life and death of King Youzhou. Everything I, Butterfly, do is to follow orders."
Entrusted by someone? Nan Guozhen was confused and allowed the jailer to lift his prison clothes and apply the medicine.
The jailer couldn't bear to look at Nan Guozhen's festering wound. Because Nan Guozhen's wound was not treated well, the wound became inflamed, and a night of jolting on a fast horse made the inflammation worse. He was imprisoned in a cold dungeon and contracted typhoid fever.
The jailer gently applied the medicine to the wound. The cold medicine made Nan Guozhen groan twice in discomfort. After applying the ointment, the jailer handed Nan Guozhen a bowl of medicinal soup for treating typhoid fever. Although Nan Guozhen took the bowl of medicinal soup hesitantly, he finally drank it in one gulp.
Butterfly asked in confusion: "You don't ask who entrusted me to me, are you not afraid that this bowl is poison?"
"It's up to you whether you want to talk or not."
"She said, miss you!"
After conveying the message, Butterfly thought there would be waves on Nan Guozhen's face. To his surprise, there was no wave on Nan Guozhen's face and he sat quietly against the wall. In fact, Nan Guozhen had mixed feelings in his heart. Although he was not sure who the 'she' in Butterfly's mouth was, he guessed that it was Jiang Hui.
Butterfly also left with the two jailers.
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Three days passed.
Shen Yu had not yet discussed the exchange of Nan Guozhen with him. Jiang Hui paced the room uneasily, worried that Shen Yu would not abide by the agreement and something would change.
So Jiang Hui went to the main hall to find Shen Yu, but when she left the gate of the side hall, she was stopped by the guards of the side hall. Only then did she realize that she was under house arrest by Shen Yu.
what to do? Without being able to get out, Jiang Hui thought of the drama of pretending to be sick.
The wind was very strong at night, so Jiang Hui got up quietly, opened the window, and wore a single piece of clothing to face the wind.
The next day, the maidservant reported to Shen Yu in a panic, "Princess Youzhou is ill."
When Shen Yu learned about Jiang Hui's illness, he immediately put down his important tasks and hurried to the side hall to visit.
Arriving at the side hall, Shen Yu quickly walked to the edge of the bed and put his hand on Hui'er's forehead to check the temperature.
"It's so hot. How could it be like this?"
Shen Yu asked the four maids serving Jiang Hui.
Jiang Hui wanted to cry a little. She wanted to pretend to be sick to attract Shen Yu's attention. In order to pretend to be more attractive, she thought of blowing the cold wind. She didn't expect that her body would be so delicate and she would actually fall ill.
Jiang Hui saw the long-awaited smile blooming on Shen Yu's face at that moment, and whispered: "Sir, are you finally willing to come see Hui'er?"
"Hui'er, I'm sorry! I've been busy these days so I haven't looked at you."
"Witch doctor, please check Madam's pulse." Shen Yu said to the witch doctor who came with him.
The witch doctor glanced at Jiang Hui in astonishment, thinking that he had heard wrongly, when did the prime minister marry a wife.
Not only did the witch doctor think that he had heard wrongly, but even the people in the palace thought that he had said wrongly.
"Why are you still standing there? Check Madam's pulse quickly." Shen Yu shouted.
"Yes Yes Yes"
When Jiang Hui heard Shen Yu ask the witch doctor to check her pulse, she climbed out of bed in a panic and said, "Sir, Hui'er just has a cold and doesn't need to see a doctor. She will be fine after two days of rest."
Seeing Jiang Hui's slightly panicked expression, Shen Yu comforted her and said, "There's no need to worry about Hui'er. Our great witch's medical skills are even more exquisite than those of the imperial doctors."
The maid brought a stool to the witch doctor. The witch doctor sat down and took Jiang Hui's pulse with a solemn expression.
"Wizard, how is your wife's illness?"
The witch doctor's Wanmai expression became more solemn, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare.
"Wizard, what's wrong with Madam?" Shen Yu asked again.
"Um...ma'am...it's not a big problem because of the cold," the witch doctor replied hesitantly.
"Then, why are you still kneeling? Quickly give Madam some medicine?" Shen Yu dismissed.
"Madam, the cold is not a big problem, but..."
"But what? It doesn't hurt to speak quickly without hesitation."
With Shen Yu's words, the witch doctor said with confidence: "The cold is getting better, but the fetus in Madam's belly shows signs of miscarriage."
The words of the witch doctor were like a thunderclap in the ears, and the whole hall was silent, and everyone was stunned.
Jiang Hui lowered her head in fear and clutched her stomach, not daring to look directly into Shen Yu's frightened eyes.
whee!
Chen Yu suddenly laughed happily, but everyone could tell that the laughter was not a happy one, and there was a hint of tearing pain in the laughter.
"Madam, you were pregnant, why didn't you tell me."
Jiang Hui was so scared that her whole body was shaking at this moment.
"Witch doctor, no matter what method you use, you must save the fetus in my wife's belly." Shen Yu said with a bit of intimidation.
The witch doctor paused, replied, "Yes," and then stepped back to prescribe medicine for Jiang Hui.
After the witch doctor withdrew, Shen Yu said to the four maids: "You also retreat and go to the dining room to prepare some food for Madam."
The four maids withdrew with a "Nuo" sound.
Ding Xiang was the only maid left in the palace. Shen Yu looked at Ding Xiang and told Ding Xiang to retreat.
The master was pregnant but could not leave. No matter how Shen Yu winked, Ding Xiang still stood at the edge of the bed, not allowing Shen Yu the opportunity to harm the unborn child.
Shen Yu sent everyone away just to have some private talk with Jiang Hui. The ignorant Ding Xiang was stunned here, which made Shen Yu very embarrassed.
Jiang Hui understood that Shen Yu rejected everyone because he had something important to say to himself. Even if someone who Shen Yuping retreated wanted to kill him, Ding Xiang couldn't protect him.
"I'm a little nauseous and want to eat something sour. Ding Xiang went to Shanliang to get some oranges for my sister."
Jiang Hui knew that if Shen Yu wanted to hurt the child in her belly, even Ding Xiang would not be able to protect her.
"I'm afraid the oranges in the dining room may be poisonous, so the lady asked Ding Xiang to buy some fresh oranges from the street."
Huier looked at Shen Yu with questioning eyes.
Ding Xiang's words immediately made Shen Yu embarrassed.
To prevent Ding Xiang from contacting the outside world, Shen Yu got up and went outside the palace to call two guards to accompany Ding Xiang to the street to buy oranges.
Ding Xiang left, leaving only Jiang Hui and Shen Yu in the palace, but the atmosphere in the palace was still solemn and awkward...
Jiang Hui didn't want to turn around anymore and asked, "Sir, are you going to kill Hui'er and the fetus in your belly?"
Shen Yu looked at Jiang Hui in astonishment and said, "You don't believe me, sir? Sir, have you made it very clear? This child belongs to both of us. Of course, sir, we must keep our child."
Jiang Hui couldn't tell whether Shen Yu's words to the witch doctor, "You must save the fetus," were truth or irony.
Jiang Hui saw that Shen Yu was deceiving herself and asked which man would help his love rival raise a child.
"Sir, are you really not deceiving yourself?"
Shen Yu protected his painful heart with his left hand and said, "Sir, I can forgive you and spare the child in your belly, but the child must only recognize me as his father."
Listening to Shen Yu's ridiculous words, Jiang Hui clutched the corners of the quilt with both hands and laughed... with a hint of bitterness in her laughter.
