The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

He raised his hand—

"Yue'er, is that you? I seem to see you."

Su Yueming hurried forward and sat down beside him, holding the prince's hand tightly with both hands. His hand was very cold, and she could no longer feel the warmth that reassured her in the past.

Her eyes became hot, and she said, "It's me, Your Highness, it's me, I'm here."

"I heard that you are going to marry Murong Canghai, is there such a thing?" The prince coughed lightly twice, and asked with difficulty, the brilliance overflowing from his eyes was extremely dim and sad.

Su Yueming held his hand tightly, lowered her head, pulled the quilt up a little for him, and said, "Your Highness just needs to recover from his injuries. When you're done, you can go back to Da Zhou."

The prince stared at her closely, and asked, "What about you, will you go with me?"

Su Yueming remained silent.

The prince sighed deeply, deeply, and said——

"Yue'er, you have Murong Canghai in your heart, don't you?"

Su Yueming's hand paused slightly, and said, "Your Highness, you are thinking too much."

The prince continued, "I said before that you don't have to make any sacrifices for me or Da Zhou. When they said you were going to marry Murong Canghai, I thought it must be that I dragged you down. You gave up for me." Myself, but today, it seems that it is not entirely the case..."

He looked at Su Yueming, with strong frustration and grief in his clear eyes, "When you walked in, I saw a brilliance on your body that I had never seen before. This brilliance may be You didn't even realize it yourself, this is... Murong Canghai brought it to you, right?"

"No, Your Highness, it's your wild imagination. It's nothing." Su Yueming categorically denied what the prince said, "Now, I don't have anything in my heart. Week to go."

The prince's heart was like a crimson frying pan that had been hacked into pieces, and he was enduring the pain and torment of purgatory. With trembling hands, he caressed Su Yueming's face——

The girl he loves so much, he can detect even the slightest change in her.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He suddenly coughed violently, and his whole body shook violently. Su Yueming stood up hurriedly, stroked his back with his tender hands, and shouted anxiously——

"Doctor, doctor, come here!"

The doctors outside the door heard Su Yueming's shout, and hurried in with a medicine box, and gave the prince an injection for diagnosis and treatment.

"Pfft!" The prince sat up abruptly, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, immediately staining the sheets on his body red, the black-red blood beads were shocking.

Su Yueming was stunned, looking at the bright red blood, her heart hung tightly in the air.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." She sat on the head of the bed, hugged the prince tightly in her arms, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and called to him, for fear that he would just fall asleep like this.

"Doctor, how did this happen? How did this happen?" Su Yueming found out that the prince's condition was much more serious than she had imagined, and she was so annoyed that she didn't win him over to serve him.

"Princess, the residual poison in Prince Zhou's body has not been cleared. If you want to save your life, you must remove the residual poison. To remove the residual poison, the dose of medicine used is long and heavy, which will damage the vitality of the body, so..."

The doctor explained from the side.

"Then now, can he still be saved?" Su Yueming asked with a tight voice.