Yun Jian soothed him, "Master, please don't think that way. She doesn't want to be buried with you, so how could she possibly wish for your death?"

Jiang Mengli returned to the room and slammed the door shut, almost getting her nose pinched by the door.

"Miss..." Dexterity gently pushed open a small gap, "Miss, are you hungry? I will make you something to eat."

"No need, I'm already full of anger!" Jiang Mengli lay down on the bed and covered his head with the quilt, "I'm sleeping, don't call me until the sky falls."

Lingqiao agreed and closed the door. Although she didn't know what happened, she knew it must be related to Muhe.

Wen Mohan returned to the house, opened the glutinous rice cake, and took a bite. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. He took a big bite and frowned unhappily, "It tastes bad."

The corners of Yun Jian's mouth twitched. He ate voraciously even though the food tasted bad. This was the first time he had seen this happen.

He definitely couldn't say what was in his heart, so he nodded and agreed, "Indeed, it's hard to swallow just looking at it."

The next day, the sky was just getting light.

The mansion became noisy and bustling.

Wen Mohan woke up with a frown, rubbed his brow and asked, "Yun Jian, what's going on?"

Yun Jian pushed the door open and walked in, reporting, "My lord, the princess is preparing the betrothal gifts to marry Miss Mu He for you."

"What?!" Wen Mohan, who was still drowsy, suddenly became very awake. "What she meant by redemption is to make the decision for me to go to Mu He! Is it because I've spoiled her too much?"

Without even having time to wash or put on makeup, he just went to the front yard in a wheelchair with his hair down to check the situation.

Servants were busy coming in and out. Two large boxes filled with gold and silver jewelry were already placed in the middle of the yard.

Jiang Mengli was still directing, "Alright, cover everything and load it onto the carriage. This is the betrothal gift for the prince to marry his beloved woman, there must be no mistakes."

Her words made Wen Mohan's face darken instantly, and he immediately stopped her in a cold voice, "Stop! Don't lift it!"

"Hey~ The prince is here." Jiang Mengli raised her lips and said sarcastically, "Isn't this too little? In order not to let down the prince's beloved, I have chosen only the finest jewels."

Wen Mo said coldly, "If you don't speak properly, I will cut off your tongue! Send all these things back to the warehouse, do you hear me?"

The servants naturally listened to him and immediately carried it to the warehouse.

At the same time, they were very confused. Since the woman was given to the prince's beloved, why was the prince so angry?

No one knows the reason.

Jiang Mengli said angrily, "You are a really strange person. Last night, I angered your sweetheart, and you scolded me."

"Now I'm trying to make you two reconcile legitimately and even give her the position of princess, but you're so cold-faced again. What do you want?"

My dear, are we back to normal?

This made the man feel baffled.

When did Mu He become his sweetheart, and when did he get along well with Mu He?

Wen Mo was so angry that his blood rushed up, "Ahem...you...cough cough..."

He coughed up blood again and his face turned very pale.

This scene frightened Yun Jian. He knew that the disease had broken out again.

Without waiting for his reaction, Jiang Mengli quickly carried Wen Mohan to Yatingyuan. Her whole body began to feel cold again, as if she was holding ice.

He put his arm around Jiang Mengli, rested his head on her shoulder, looked up at her weakly and said, "You... don't you wish for me to die? What are you so anxious for?"

With his black hair spread out, he looked weak and helpless, full of brokenness. There seemed to be a sense of grievance in his tone. When he spoke, his pale thin lips seemed to touch her cheek, making her feel numb and tingling.

Jiang Mengli glanced at his eyes, which were shining with stars, and said, "Are you still feeling aggrieved? I am more afraid of your death than anyone else. I don't want a coffin that looks like a double bed."

Maybe he was too cold and she was warm.

Soon, his arms tightened around her, his cold cheek pressed against hers, rubbing against hers, his breathing rapid and cold, "I'm so cold... Hug me..."

At this moment, it seemed like a pitiful little puppy, asking her for a hug.

Jiang Mengli was shivering with cold, but her heart softened and she spoke softly to comfort him, "I was holding you. If you hold me any tighter, you'll strangle my neck. It will be over soon, just bear with it."

Finally they entered the room and went to the bed. The man turned over and pressed her under him, rubbing against her to find warmth.

Jiang Mengli pushed him away and got off the bed, took out a silver needle and inserted it quickly. In less than a few breaths, the patient gradually calmed down.

He seemed to have regained some consciousness and explained weakly, "This king has nothing to do with Mu He. I just want to buy the medicinal herbs she has..."

Yun Jian, who was looking out the door, hurriedly explained, "Mu He wanted to use the position of princess as a condition, but the master didn't agree. If you offend her, it will be even more difficult to negotiate."

Hearing this, Jiang Mengli's unhappiness disappeared. "So that's how it is. I thought you and her were old lovers who loved each other. Yun Jian, close the door. I already have medicine to treat you."

There is medicine to cure it!

Yun Jian was surprised and excited, and immediately closed the door obediently.

Wen Mohan smiled helplessly, "If I don't explain it to you, then you won't help me cure it even if I have medicine?"

He had to suspect that this was what he meant when he said there was medicine right after he finished explaining it.

Jiang Mengli used the bag as a cover to take out a poison and a black magic flower from the space, and then introduced:

"This is poison, and this is the antidote I need to try. I have to test the effects first, and test the poison on myself."

Wen Mohan was stunned, and before he could say anything, she had already stuffed the poison into his mouth.

"Are you crazy?" The man was shocked, his brows furrowed. "If this flower can't cure it, then you'll be poisoned to death, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Mengli's face turned painful, cold sweat broke out, and his lips turned a little purple.

This poison takes effect quickly and is more toxic than ordinary poisons. The person will fall down as his body becomes limp.

Wen Mohan propped himself up and stood up, quickly reaching out to hug her, his expression worried, "You stupid woman, you're courting death!"

She couldn't speak, she only felt her throat getting tighter and tighter, which was very uncomfortable. With trembling hands, she stuffed the black magic flower into her mouth, chewed it quickly and swallowed it.

After eating, she closed her eyes and leaned in the man's arms, silent.

"What's wrong?" Wen Mohan frowned and patted his cheek with his hand, "Wake up, Jiang Mengli! Wake up!"

There was no response as I took the photos, and I became more and more nervous and anxious.

Just when he was at a loss and wanted to call for help, Jiang Mengli suddenly opened his eyes and stared into his handsome eyes.

Looking at his nervous and helpless look, I felt a little sweet in my heart.

hehe……

Jiang Mengli raised the corners of his mouth and smiled brightly, "Did I scare you? I'm fine now. The medicine is very effective."

Wen Mohan looked at her smiling face and gave her a cold look, "Get out of here!"

"Okay!" She quickly held his face and kissed his cool and soft lips before getting up.

The sudden kiss made Wen Mohan stunned. He didn't feel angry at all, but his earlobes turned red again.

He pretended to be serious and said coldly, "The king did not allow you to kiss him."