What Su Qingyu didn't know was that King An was experiencing her 'death' in his dream at this moment.
To be precise, King An witnessed Su Qingyu from his previous life die in front of him in his dream.
No matter how hard King An tried to hug her, his transparent body could only pass through her body in the end, and then he watched helplessly as she died on the sedan chair being married to Prince Ling's Mansion.
He regretted it.
He regretted agreeing to exchange marriages, regretted not cherishing the friendship between childhood sweethearts and her, regretted letting her marry Lu Yuncheng, causing her to die in front of him.
"Qingyu!"
A heart-piercing heartache made Wang An almost die from his emotions.
So when he suddenly opened his eyes and saw Su Qingyu looking at him for no apparent reason, he had the illusion that he didn't know what night it was.
Fortunately, his consciousness quickly returned after seeing the surrounding environment.
"Qingyu!"
King An opened his arms subconsciously, wanting to hug the woman in front of him, the person he could not hug in his dream anyway.
But with just a slight movement, he pulled at the wound on his body, causing him to gasp in pain.
"hiss......"
Only then did Su Qingyu take back the silver needle that had been stuck on his body.
"If you don't want to die, I advise you to be more honest and don't move around."
Shen Huaide, who was taking a nap nearby, woke up immediately and almost cried with joy when he saw that King An was awake.
"Your Highness Prince An, you finally woke up!"
"You don't even know that in order to save your life, the princess was almost punished by His Majesty!"
Shen Huaide wanted to tell King An to cherish his little life and say good things to Su Qingyu when he saw Emperor Ming next time.
But these words had other meanings to King An.
He stared blankly at Su Qingyu who was diagnosing his pulse again, and then when Su Qingyu frowned slightly, he held her hand with his backhand.
Before Su Qingyu could take her hand out, An Wang said in a hoarse voice:
"I knew Qingyu would be reluctant to watch me die."
"We are childhood sweethearts. How could we just give up on it?"
"Don't worry, Qingyu, when I get better, I will protect you! As long as it is what you want, I will bring it to you. As long as you don't like it, I will sweep everything away for you trouble."
Su Qingyu did not take away the hand held by Wang An. When Wang An was almost secretly happy, she raised her other hand and gently placed it on his forehead.
"You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"
King An had already felt the unspeakable pain in his heart once in his dream. Now that he saw Su Qingyu alive, of course he was eager to explain.
"Qingyu, I'm not joking anymore, everything I said is true!"
Seeing Su Qingyu withdraw her hand one after another with disbelief on her face, Wang An became even more anxious.
In addition, he had just woken up and his mind was not very clear, so he subconsciously told what happened in his dream.
"Qingyu, I dreamed that you died on the day you married your seventh brother. You died on the sedan chair."
"I regret very much. I regret not marrying you and letting you pass away in such a miserable way."
"This must be God giving me a warning, telling me to cherish you and not let you down again!"
Su Qingyu's originally indifferent eyes stopped collecting the silver needles after hearing what Wang An said.
She looked back at Wang An and asked tentatively: "You said, you dreamed that I died on the sedan chair?"
He couldn't be reborn like Yongjia, right?
Seeing that Su Qingyu did not doubt his words, King An instantly became more confident and nodded vigorously, with a layer of heartache in his eyes.
"You were forced into the sedan chair by that old guy Su Yuanrong."
Su Qingyu slowly tightened the gauze in her hand: "Besides dreaming that I am dead, is there anything else?"
This time, King An shook his head in confusion: "I tried desperately to save you in my dream, but no matter what method I tried, I couldn't save you... Then, I woke up."
Hearing this, Su Qingyu couldn't tell what kind of emotion she was feeling.
What Prince An saw with his own eyes was not her 'death', but the death of the original owner.
He witnessed the death of the original owner with his own eyes, but now he mistakenly thought that the person in the dream was her...
Could it be that the original owner who regarded King An very important in the past was just forgotten by King An...
"This dream is somewhat unlucky for me."
Su Qingyu looked away and continued to pack the medicine box: "Don't have such a dream again in the future!"
"ah?"
Wang An was in a fog, and his mind, which was not very clear to begin with, became even more confused.
Shen Huaide on the side finally understood that the girl in front of him was always different from ordinary women.
She will not show any compassion because of a person's "change of heart".
She has always been a very sober person.
Therefore, she is the one who can do great things! Someone who can make the most of his medical skills.
Thinking of this, Shen Huaide set his sights on King An.
The person who is not awake is always the one lying in bed.
"Since Your Highness is awake, please drink the medicine first."
Shen Huaide brought the soup to King An, but King An turned his head and looked at Su Qingyu.
"Qingyu..."
Are those sticky eyes looking coquettishly towards her?
Only then did Su Qingyu realize that not everyone who acts coquettishly towards her would have the same effect as Lu Yuncheng.
For example, when she saw King An in front of her, she felt impatient and even disgusted when she saw him acting coquettishly.
"If you can't speak well, don't have this tongue."
Even Su Qingyu's cold words did not affect Prince An's enthusiasm for Su Qingyu.
With Shen Huaide's help, he drank up the medicine in two gulps.
Su Qingyu then pulled the stool aside and sat beside the bed.
King An was filled with joy: "Qingyu, what do you want to tell me?"
"I want to ask you who made you look like this."
Faced with Su Qingyu's problem, An Wang only thought that she was caring about him, so he cared about the process of his injury. How could he hide it from her?
King An thought about it carefully: "Actually, I didn't see clearly who hurt me that day."
"Have you not seen the other person's face?"
Su Qingyu never expected that King An would not know who the other party was.
In this way, the method of using An Wang to testify against the real murderer will definitely not work.
"I was riding a horse and heard a noise behind me. When I looked back, I was hit hard on the head by the hilt of a sword, and then I fell unconscious."
In other words, the other party injured An Wang like this while he was in a coma.
It seemed like she wanted An Wang to wait for her alive, but also seemed like she didn't want him to live for one more moment.
This person's thoughts are indeed evil.
"Qingyu, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that Su Qingyu was frowning tightly and not knowing what she was thinking, Wang An gently raised his hand and placed it on the back of Su Qingyu's hand.
Jiang Lanyin, who was passing by the big tent, happened to see such a scene.
