I'm going to die!?

Jiang Mengli widened her eyes in surprise and hurried out of the room.

When I saw the servants with anxious faces, I knew the situation was indeed not good.

She asked with some concern, "Have you prepared the incense, candles, and paper money? Remember to prepare a basin by the bed."

The servant was confused, but still shook his head, "No... not prepared."

Hearing this, Jiang Mengli said helplessly, "There should be some in the Buddhist temple in the mansion, right? Take as much as you can. Once a person takes his last breath, you have to burn paper money."

"Doing this will allow his soul to enter the underworld without being troubled by the little ghosts. This is called a road-clearing fee. The underworld also respects human relationships and social etiquette."

The servant nodded repeatedly and left in a hurry. Jiang Mengli lifted her skirt and quickened her pace towards Yatingyuan.

She sighed regretfully as she walked, "How could you leave now? At least leave me a child. Such good genes, what a waste."

Lingqiao and Yuzhu followed behind with serious expressions.

Some people can't believe that someone who was fine before is suddenly gone.

Lingqiao said, "Miss, let's ask the imperial physician to take a look. There might be hope of saving her."

Yuzhu shook her head. "We can't find the imperial physician. The prince never lets the imperial physician see him. He only trusts Divine Doctor Hong, but... but Divine Doctor Hong doesn't seem to be in the capital often."

After listening to what the two said, Jiang Mengli said, "If he is really at the end of his life, even a Daluo Immortal would be unable to save him. The medicine he usually takes is problematic in itself, so it's not surprising that he suddenly becomes critically ill."

As they were talking, they had already arrived at Ya Ting Garden.

Yun Jian was extremely anxious, and when he saw her coming, it was like he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

He hurriedly pulled her arm and led her into the house. "Hurry up, his breathing is messy and weak. I'm afraid if we delay any longer, it will be the end of him."

Just then, the servant left with the basin.

According to what Jiang Mengli said before, the brazier was placed beside the bed, and paper money was placed in the bamboo basket.

This scene left Yun Jian dumbfounded, "What is this for?"

The servant reported truthfully, "The princess said that when a person takes his last breath, paper money should be burned to clear the way for the deceased soul, so that it will not be troubled by the little ghost."

Jiang Mengli lay in front of the bed, holding Wen Mohan's hand and said sadly: "Have a safe journey, I will take good care of Prince Yu's Mansion for you. When the time comes, I will adopt a son and a daughter, so that I can have both sons and daughters..."

Yun Jian stamped his feet in anger, gritting his teeth and saying, "Master is still mortal. I asked you to come here to save him, not to see him off!"

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered what happened this morning.

The master said that Jiang Mengli wished he would die so that he could inherit the family fortune...

How could someone who wants his master to die save others?!

"Jiang Mengli! You..."

Jiang Mengli interrupted him, "Yun Jian, everyone will die one day, sooner or later, so don't be too sad."

The servants thought he was dead, and they lit paper money and threw it into the brazier while crying.

The smoke was so thick that it made people cry.

Ahem…

Suddenly there was a cough from the bed.

Everyone held their breath for a moment and looked over in shock.

Wen Mohan frowned, slowly opened his handsome eyes, gritted his teeth and said weakly: "This... This king is not dead yet."

He had heard their previous conversation and knew what Jiang Mengli was thinking.

Jiang Mengli's expression froze, and he grinned, "Are you experiencing a last burst of energy?"

Wen Mohan raised a cold smile on his pale lips, "Yes, it's a last gasp. Don't be sad. When I die, you will sleep in the same coffin with me."

Without waiting for Jiang Mengli to speak, he instructed Yun Jian, "Remember to make the coffin as big as a bed, so that this prince and my beloved princess won't be too crowded."

Jiang Mengli was filled with black lines on his face, "Do you want me to be buried with you!?"

Wen Mohan smiled gently, "Yes, do you like it? Love is deep and hard to resist, and we will be buried together in life and death."

Ahem…

"I like... I like it very much." Jiang Mengli coughed twice and smiled awkwardly, "But I just found a problem. You can still be saved."

It's true that the higher the virtue, the higher the virtue. This bastard actually threatened to be buried with the deceased.

In order to avoid being buried with him, Jiang Mengli's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees. He sternly rebuked the servant who was kneeling on the ground and trembling:

"Look at you, you're messing around without even understanding the situation. Why don't you take away the brazier and paper money?"

"Yes, yes, I'll leave right away." He packed up in a hurry and fled with the still hot brazier in his hand.

Jiang Mengli glanced at the others and said, "All of you go out."

Yun Jian didn't want to leave, and stood there steady as a rock, saying, "I have to watch you recover, otherwise what if you do something to hurt the master?"

Jiang Mengli: "Don't worry, I don't want to be buried with you!"

When he thought about it carefully, it was true. If anything happened to his master, this vicious woman would also meet her end.

In order not to delay, he turned around and walked out of the room.

There were only two of them left in the room, and the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Jiang Mengli took out a silver needle from her small bag, walked to the bed and began to undress him. As soon as her fingers touched the belt, he quickly held her hand down.

She said helplessly, "I'm not taking advantage of you. I'm only taking off my shirt, not my pants, to make it easier for me to give you the acupuncture."

After hearing this, Wen Mohan let go of her hand.

But when she felt a pair of soft fingers taking off her clothes one by one and touching her body intentionally or unintentionally, her ears and neck still turned red.

The top was peeled off piece by piece, and this time the perfect figure was more clearly visible.

Jiang Mengli slid his fingers across his eight abdominal muscles, "Does it hurt here?"

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