It turned out that it was already in Song Wenyan's hands.
Xie Shizhu broke out in cold sweat. Thinking of the fate of these princesses, her hair stood on end instantly.
She wanted to die with dignity.
When Song Yan saw the scene in front of him, his expression did not change at all, and he even coughed weakly a few times.
The coughing sound fell into Xie Shizhu's ears and became the countdown of their lives.
System: [Host, take care! ]
Song Yan's gaze shifted to his concubines. Seeing them trying to get close to the prince without dignity, he felt a surge of humiliation in his heart.
However, it was only a momentary humiliation.
When Song Yan was about to look at Song Wenyan, suddenly a thin figure quickly stood in front of him, then stretched out his arms, telling Song Yan not to look inside.
Xie Shizhu did this because she was afraid that Song Yan would find her sachet, otherwise she would never be able to wash it off even if she fell into the Yellow River.
Xie Shizhu was a head shorter than Song Yan. She raised her head, and her usually weak eyes were now very firm.
A hint of surprise flashed across Song Yan's eyes.
She did not give in at all under Song Yan's surprised gaze.
When the housekeeper saw that she was blocking Song Yan, and the prince inside was still waiting for the virtuous king to come in, he didn't want a concubine to ruin his plan with the prince.
When the housekeeper wanted to push away Xie Shizhu who was blocking the door, Xie Shizhu suddenly hugged Song Yan's waist.
Her sudden action made Song Yan freeze, and his sickly pale face was covered with a strange layer.
He thought, I really didn't realize that this little princess who was forced to marry him actually cared about me so much.
It seemed that she was worried that his condition would worsen if he saw the prince having an affair with his concubine.
After all, in the eyes of everyone in Yanguo, he is a sickly person who doesn't have much time left.
Song Yan coughed a few times and his frail shoulders trembled.
The system rolled its eyes: [Excellent acting, Host, you've met your match!]
Xie Shizhu glanced secretly at the situation in the pool.
At this time, Song Wenyan had already come out of the pool, his wet white robe sticking to his body.
The sachet of Xie Shizhu in his hand had disappeared, and he was walking towards the entrance step by step.
Seeing that the sachet was gone, Xie Shizhu breathed a sigh of relief and slowly loosened his hands.
When she left Song Yan's arms, a faint fragrance on her body still remained on the man's robe, which seemed to be the scent of jasmine.
Song Yan could smell the scent of Xie Shizhu, and he felt inexplicably at ease.
Song Wenyan walked up to Song Yan, his thin lips half-smiled, and said, "How is your health lately, Prince Xian?"
Song Yan took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth with it, coughing a few times. He moved the handkerchief away, and saw shocking blood on the white handkerchief, some fresh red, and some blood that had accumulated over the years and turned black.
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