Chapter 271: The poison is too deep! The third prince acts like a spoiled child

That night, inside the tent.

Looking at Wen Ziduan who had lost consciousness from the pain for who knows how many times, He Zhaojun's hands were shaking a little, but she still poured the bowl of medicine with a sweet and fishy smell into Wen Ziduan's mouth without spilling a drop.

The medicine took effect immediately after it was taken. Wen Ziduan, who had been in a coma for several hours, slowly opened his eyes.

"Zhaojun..." He had been holding He Zhaojun's hand ever since he fell into a coma. When he woke up, the first thing he did was to look for He Zhaojun. Seeing her sitting by the bed, he calmed down.

"How long have I slept?"

"It's been a few hours. It's still dark."

"I have a feeling that Jin Jianxiong and the rebels will soon attack Dangyang Mountain..."

He didn't know why he could still think clearly and feel no pain even though he was seriously injured. But then, Wen Ziduan realized that he had swallowed the beauty potion.

"Don't worry, Long Feibai has found a way to remove the adverse medicinal properties. It won't harm your mind and you won't become a fool." He Zhaojun wanted to wipe away her tears, but couldn't hold them back.

A tear fell on Wen Ziduan's lips and then flowed into his mouth. His lips moved slightly, and his mind began to wander. He was so tired and wanted to rest, but it was as if someone, some thought, was pulling him away, preventing him from falling asleep.

"Ziduan, don't sleep!"

He Zhaojun reached out to lift Wen Ziduan, but she only felt that Wen Ziduan's eyes under the quilt gradually became blurred, and there was an indescribable blush on his face.

"Zhaojun, you are so beautiful."

"ah?"

"You are already my bride, how wonderful."

He Zhaojun immediately reached out to touch Wen Ziduan's forehead, wondering if he was talking nonsense because of the fever. Why was he speaking such cheesy love words now? Wen Ziduan didn't know where he got the strength from, but he tightly grasped her wrist.

At this moment, He Zhaojun realized something was wrong. She lifted the blanket covering Wen Zidan and reached in to feel around. But she was stunned. No way, Wen Zidan was actually thinking about...

"Hey, are you going to die?"

He Zhaojun found it unbelievable, but she remembered that Long Feibai had said before that after adjustment, the beauty poppy could completely remove the parts that were harmful to the mind, but it might have other effects. Could this be what he was talking about?

"It's so hot, Zhaojun, I feel like I'm going to be roasted by you."

Wen Ziduan's face was originally pale, but now under the effect of the drug, his face was flushed. He looked a hundred times more beautiful than an ordinary girl when he was excited. He looked relaxed, as if he had walked into a fantasy world, and most of what he said was illogical.

He Zhaojun knew that the drug was taking effect and his thoughts were out of control.

Wen Ziduan wore a smile on his face, his arms, shoulders, and even his entire upper body immobilized, yet the rest of him suddenly perked up. He Zhaojun felt distressed; this was a side effect of the medication.

Wen Ziduan often said that he was not a gentleman, but he had never really done anything out of line. Today, in his daze, he said all kinds of obscene words. I wonder if he will remember them when he wakes up.

"Zhaojun, please, have some compassion for me... I feel so bad."

When He Zhaojun heard this, she looked up in surprise and met Wen Ziduan's slightly red eyes. His eyes were dull, but he still looked aggrieved and held her hand tightly, refusing to let go.

"Zhaojun, please don't leave me." He blinked again, and his eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes under the light.