I'm already a concubine, who wants to fight with you?

Chapter 199 Tattoo
"The breath is weak." After only one look at the fake Pei Yuan, Pei Yuan knew that this person was dying, and asked in a deep voice: "How long can you hold on?"

"The silver needles can prolong my life for a month at most." Xie Fei was in a rather delicate mood.

The person on the bed has the same face as Pei Yuan, but is about to die of exhaustion.

This made Xie Fei look at Pei Yuan in a strange way.

Pei Yuan gently scratched her nose and said, "Don't make any associations."

Xie Fei coughed lightly, "You know me well."

Pei Yuan looked at the man lying stiffly on the bed again, "How many of the servants today know that he is dying?"

Xie Fei said: "I lost my temper and drove them out. They only knew that the 'master' was in danger, but they didn't know what happened."

"That's good," Pei Yuan said, "On the surface, 'Pei Yuan' cannot die."

Xie Fei nodded slightly.

What happened with the palace maid today should make Emperor Xuan believe that Pei Yuan is indeed the lustful fake arranged by him.

As for how long the real Pei Yuan can confuse Emperor Xuan after he is replaced in the future, we can only take it one step at a time.

In Huiming Hall, Ji Miaoxuan struck the wooden fish with a solemn expression.

Mother Deng came over, knelt on the mat, and put another piece of clothing on her.

"Although it is summer already, the dew is heavier and you should take care of yourself."

Ji Miaoxuan opened her eyes and the wooden fish stopped.

She looked up at the Buddha statue and said firmly, "Tell me, how did he die?"

Mother Deng didn't know who this "he" was for a moment, so she remained silent.

Ji Miaoxuan didn't really want to hear Mother Deng's answer. She thought back to many years ago, when she was pregnant.

The man held her in his arms, as happy as a lively child.

He said that their family of four would live better than anyone else.

He will build a kingdom for Dajing and safeguard world peace, and he will also make her a noble lady and give her the greatest wealth and glory.

He will take care of the three of them, mother and child, and protect them for the rest of their lives, and never let them come into any harm again.

She believed it.

It's not like I haven't thought about it before, but it's impossible for such a wealthy family to allow an illegitimate child with no blood relationship to become the eldest son.

But he was so sincere and full of vows and promises.

At that time, were you really not moved at all?
Ji Miaoxuan's eyes were empty, and the smoke from the incense and candles made her face blurry.

"I don't even know how he died."

In the middle of the night, she suddenly wished that he could stand in front of her.

She wanted to ask why she had to kill her own flesh and blood and why she had to be deceived with sweet words.

Why can't we tolerate an innocent child?

I also want to ask, how could such a strong and powerful person die in the prime of life?

However, the dead cannot be resurrected.

Unlike Pei Yuan, Pei Su's body was transported back to the capital.

She was numb and didn't even take a look. The body was buried by the Marquis's Mansion.

Thinking about it now, she couldn't even remember Pei Su's appearance clearly.

Ji Miaoxuan stood up slowly, her body swaying slightly, and Mother Deng hurriedly supported her.

Ji Miaoxuan broke free from her hand and slowly moved to the entrance of the Buddhist hall.

She looked in the direction of Zhaohui Pavilion, her heart feeling dead silent.

Things were going to change again, but she didn't want to care about anything.

That person's flesh and blood, let them die, just like her child, who died in the grievances and entanglements of adults without even seeing her for the last time. The child was innocent, but why did her child always not escape?

Ji Miaoxuan leaned against the door frame, feeling as helpless as she had felt many years ago when she learned of her eldest son's death.

The next day, in Chaohui Pavilion, Xie Fei asked someone to boil some medicine and personally fed it to the fake Pei Yuan.

Aunt Xu from the palace came again and brought a large number of precious supplements, saying that they were all rewards from the emperor.

Xie Fei cried until her eyes were swollen like eggs, and she didn't even look at the supplements.

"I am a lowly person with little influence, but for the sake of my master, I have to say some things even if I have to risk my life. His Majesty knew that my master was not feeling well, so why did he let the beautiful palace maid walk around in front of him? Now he is even sicker!"

She was full of complaints, but Aunt Xu was not angry, nor did she scold her for her nonsense. Instead, she kept smiling apologetically.

"You don't know, but the emperor loves Mr. Pei so much that no one can compare to him. It is precisely because Mr. Pei likes beauties that the emperor carefully selected several beautiful women to come."

After feeding the girl the medicine, Xie Fei slammed the medicine bowl onto the table and started crying again.

"Even so, we have to wait until the master gets better! If the master passes away because of this, I, I... wuwuwu!" Xie Fei burst into tears.

Aunt Xu's ears hurt from her crying, and she said quickly, "Your Majesty really didn't expect that the young master would be so unrestrained. In this case, I will take them away."

Xie Fei felt better, and wiped away his tears and complained: "Madame Xu, please understand, I really feel sorry for the master. It is clear that as long as he is pure and has few desires, his body will slowly get better, but now... hey."

Madam Xu asked, "Is there still hope?"

Xie Fei said: "The doctor came to check the pulse and said that the master has a strong constitution and can be cured slowly. But you must not... cough again."

Nanny Xu said she understood and returned to the palace to report to Emperor Xuan.

Emperor Xuan showed no reaction, as if he wanted to let Pei Yuan fend for himself.

For two or three days, there was no movement in the palace.

At night, Pei Yuan sat on the embroidered couch with his upper body naked.

Xie Fei prepared silver needles and paint, and drew a blue wolf pattern based on the tattoo on the fake Pei Yuan's body.

After burning the silver needle on the homemade alcohol lamp, Xie Fei asked, "Was your birthmark dug out abruptly?"

Pei Yuan's face was deep and handsome under the flickering light, and his temperament was even more calm and composed. That was something that a fake could never match, his innate aloofness and elegance.

"It doesn't hurt." Pei Yuan knew what Xie Fei really wanted to ask, so he bypassed the verbal question and answered the result.

Xie Fei's eyes were dim as he complained, "He died enjoying wealth and glory, but you have suffered so much."

Pei Yuan didn't care. "If he hadn't restrained Emperor Xuan's eyes and ears openly, I might not have been able to live peacefully until now, let alone settle my old subordinates in secret."

Xie Fei didn't comment. He touched his waist and abdomen with the shiny silver needle, but it was a bit difficult to start with.

She can use a scalpel and perform acupuncture, but this is her first time to give a tattoo.

Pei Yuan couldn't help laughing when he saw her gesturing all the time with her brows furrowed tightly.

"You've been practicing on pig skin for so long, but you still don't dare to do it?"

Xie Fei complained: "It's because you don't use Ma Fei San."

The pig skin is dead. No matter how pierced it is, it will not move, let alone cry out in pain.

But Pei Yuan wanted to stab him alive, one needle after another, and the area was not small.

Xie Fei broke out in a cold sweat just thinking about it. After disinfecting his skin with homemade alcohol, he was still a little hesitant.

She raised her head and looked at the man, her eyes like rippling water, very charming and captivating.

"Is it okay to use Ma Fei San?"

Pei Yuan just smiled and gently held her trembling hand.

"I don't like the feeling of losing my will."

Even though the person next to him was Xie Fei, he was still afraid of the terrible situation of being out of control and like a lamb to be slaughtered.

(End of this chapter)