He Yue knew that Yu Ying was intelligent and had probably realized that she was wrong, but she had no evidence.

She didn't care, figuring she wouldn't stay long anyway and would eventually go back.

The Thirteenth Prince smiled and looked at Heyue with gentle eyes: "It's alright."

He Yue: "..."

Since he's already said that, what else can I say?

If it were Thirteen from that world, how could he dare to force her in the slightest? Wouldn't he let her have her way in everything?

Faced with this thirteenth, He Yue felt rather at a loss.

If this body has a good foundation, it can fight him, and whoever wins decides.

But how could this pampered and even somewhat sickly body possibly defeat him?

This was the first time He Yue had ever felt so frustrated and at a disadvantage.

However, she wouldn't give up so easily, so she symbolically picked up a book and sat on the tatami in the side room to read: "Master, please rest first, I'm not sleepy."

The Thirteenth Prince ordered Hailan and Yuying to step back, walked straight up and sat behind her, reaching out to embrace her: "I will stay with my wife."

He Yue's hair stood on end, and her body tensed up.

"You like Hongchang?" The Thirteenth Prince seemed oblivious, his lips close to her ear as he breathed softly, his eyes deepening: "If you like him, I'll have him come to see you often."

Heyue raised her hand to push him away a little, but he persisted in embracing her. The two were very close, so close that she could feel the changes in his body.

“You…” He Yue glared at him angrily.

The other person chuckled, pinched her chin, and his eyes shone like stars, yet also revealed the interest of a hunter in his prey: "I never realized that the Princess Consort could be so beautiful when she's angry."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down and approached.

He Yue realized she couldn't break free from his hold and knew he was on guard, which made her panic terribly.

As the other person's face drew closer, He Yue suddenly rammed her head into him, forcing him to gasp for breath, release her grip, and take the opportunity to break free from his hold and step aside.

Thirteen covered his forehead, glaring at her angrily: "What are you doing?"

"I'm not going to do anything. I told you I'm not feeling well, so it's best if you don't lay a hand on me." He Yue could no longer maintain her feigned submissiveness and looked at him coldly.

If submission means allowing him to do as he pleases, then harmony would rather offend him.

I just feel sorry for the original Zhaojia and Yue.

"You are my wife, what can't I do?" Thirteen smiled, but his eyes were cold as he stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

He Yue frowned, impatient, and struggled violently.

The Thirteenth Prince leaned close to her ear and softly comforted her, "My dear, you're already here, why bother thinking about that person anymore? I treat you better than he does, okay?"

He Yue looked up abruptly, shocked: "What did you say?"

"What do you want me to say? Hmm?" The Thirteenth Prince gently stroked her eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips, his gaze tender as water: "Say that you are not the original Zhaojia and Yue?"

Seeing her stunned look, he smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid, I won't expose you. I've been waiting for you for so long, and you've finally come. As long as you're obedient and treat me like Zhaojia and Yue did before, I will always cherish you."

He Yue suddenly felt sorry for Zhao Jia. His words clearly showed that he didn't care about his original wife. How could there be such a cold-hearted person in the world?

“She is your wife.” He Yue glared at him angrily.

"So what?" The Thirteenth Prince sneered, "When she was here, I naturally treated her well. Now it is fate that brought you to my side, so I will naturally accept you. Besides, you are her."

“You’re wrong.” He Yue looked at him coldly: “I am me, she is her, and I only have one husband, who can never be you.”

"That's not up to you. Aren't you still in my arms right now?" The Thirteenth Prince wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, he was quite pleased with himself. "A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold. We'd better rest early."

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The palace sent many imperial physicians, but they were still unable to explain the Thirteenth Prince's illness.

The usually amiable Thirteenth Prince, however, acted like a tyrant, urging the imperial physicians to treat the Thirteenth Princess Consort every day, as if he intended to punish them if they couldn't be cured.

Now, the Thirteenth Prince has even taken leave from the morning court session, spending every day by his wife's side. Emperor Kangxi has sent people to persuade him several times, but to no avail, which has made him extremely angry.

The imperial physicians, terrified of the terrifying Thirteenth Prince, and knowing how much he cared for his Thirteenth Princess, wiped their sweat as they painstakingly consulted medical books and discussed the Thirteenth Princess's illness.

Three days have passed, and there are still no results.

On this day, Prince Yong came to the residence of the Thirteenth Prince. He saw the Thirteenth Prince looking after the unconscious person as if he had lost his soul. He sighed helplessly, walked up to him, and patted him on the shoulder.

"How long are you going to continue like this? Don't forget, you are a prince, and your father is watching. Do you want to bring disaster upon Heyue?"

Thirteen blinked, gazing at Heyue's peaceful, seemingly asleep face, and murmured, "Fourth Brother, what's wrong? The imperial physicians all said she's fine, so why won't she wake up? Could it be that she really won't wake up? Does she not want me and the child anymore? Everything was fine before, so why is this happening?"

Prince Yong looked at He Yue with a complicated expression. He knew the reason, but there were some things he couldn't say.

After a moment's thought, he said, "Thirteenth, perhaps the imperial physicians cannot help her wake up. Fourth brother has a method that we might be able to try."

"What method?" Thirteen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed Prince Yong's arm, his face full of excitement and joy.

Prince Yong sighed inwardly and gestured for Thirteen to come with him.

The two walked to the main hall, away from the imperial physicians and servants, and then Prince Yong slowly said, "Do you know that one of the Crown Prince's concubines has contracted the same illness as Heyue? The Crown Prince has been extremely worried about this recently, and has summoned the imperial physicians to treat her, but she still hasn't woken up."

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