The princess of Chongxi is actually a man! (2)

Nalanhe raised his eyebrows slightly, "I am a useless person, what's so good about it?"

There was a hint of self-mockery in his gentle voice, which made him sound elegant, harmless, and even pitiful.

Jiang Ye thought, who am I pretending to be so pitiful for?

It wasn't you who tried to poison me last night.

"The prince has a face like a jade crown, isn't he very handsome?"

Although it was a frivolous remark, Jiang Ye said it without sounding disgusting at all.

You know, Nalanhe hates people commenting on his appearance the most.

But at this moment I feel...

No problem.

Nalanhe curled his thin lips, changed the subject, and said meaningfully,

"It must be not easy for the princess to be so eloquent and stand in front of me."

Between the lines, allusions were made to what happened last night.

"My Lord, since we are married, we should be honest with each other. I am not satisfied with you."

Jiang Ye did not keep the secret. He took out a small box from his purse, took out the black pill from the box, and handed it to Nalan He.

"This is the detoxification pill I developed. It can cure all kinds of poisons."

Looking at the detoxification pill in front of him, Nalan He was slightly stunned. He knew that Jiang Ye was given a strong poison last night.

Even if there is an antidote, only the ghost doctors in the world have it.

However, the princess he just married was able to detoxify with the detoxification pills she developed herself.

The surprise lasted only a moment, and Nalanhe quickly regained his calm demeanor. He smiled faintly.

"The princess is truly impressive."

After being praised, Jiang Ye couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"I have one left, so I'll give it to the prince as a gift."

Nalanhe looked at the black pill in Jiangye's hand. He was surprised that this pill could cure all kinds of poisons.

But what was even more unexpected was that Jiang Ye would take the initiative to offer it to him.

"Without any reason or fate, why would the princess give this treasure that can cure all kinds of poisons to me?"

"It's fate, the fate is that you are my husband..."

Jiang Ye thought of a sentence and his face turned red with cheesiness.

His cheeks turned slightly red, he pursed his lips and said,

"I want to be good to my husband."

Nalan He's eyes were fixed on Jiang Ye. He grew up in darkness and had a good pair of eyes. He could tell whether someone was sincere or not at a glance.

Is this princess really so naive?

Even though she knew that he wanted to kill her last night, she was still willing to treat him sincerely.

"I accept your kindness, but I don't have much time left. It's better not to waste such a good thing. Princess, keep it for yourself."

Nalanhe spoke this sentence a little longer than usual, so much so that he couldn't catch his breath.

He suddenly bent down, put his fists beside his mouth, and then started coughing violently.

After a while, Nalanhe's fair face turned red.

It was a heart-wrenching sound, as if he would cough up blood at any moment.

It makes people feel distressed.

Jiang Ye frowned, worry appearing in his eyes.

He immediately reached out his hand, placed his palm on Nalanhe's back, gently stroked it, and said soothingly,

"If you can't say so much, just speak slowly..."

Nalanhe's coughing soon stopped, and his pale lips became even more bloodless, like faded and withered petals, which was heartbreaking.

He saw the person next to him out of the corner of his eye and could feel the person's soft hand on his back.

But it is still difficult for me to accept other people approaching me.

"Don't touch this king."

This voice contained a warning, completely different from the gentle and soft look before.

Maybe this is the real Naranhe.

Cold, indifferent, and rejecting others' approach.

Jiang Ye took back his hand and explained, "I was worried about you."

The darkness in Nalanhe's eyes returned to its former warmth. He wiped the blood from his lips and said calmly,

"Since Princess knows that the soup was poisoned last night, you must know that I am not a good person."

His voice became slightly hoarse after coughing, but it sounded even more charming.

"Now that you know, there's no need to meddle in other people's business and cause trouble."

As long as Jiang Ye doesn't cause trouble and lives in the mansion like a transparent person, he will never make things difficult for Jiang Ye again.

Nalanhe thought he had made his point very clear.

After listening to this, Jiang Ye nodded as if he really understood.

The two had nothing else to discuss, so Jiang Ye walked out of Nalanhe's room and returned to their wedding room last night.

He has other things to do.

Not long after Jiang Ye left, Yang Hao came to Nalan He's room.

He just found out that Jiang Ye's woman was still alive.

Although he saw Jiang Ye drink the poison with his own eyes, he also heard from the servants in the mansion that Jiang Ye was still around this morning.

"Your Highness, I...I failed to do my job well, and Jiang Ye is still alive. I deserve to die, please punish me, Your Highness!"

Yang Hao knelt on the ground without saying anything.

There was obvious remorse on his face.

He has followed the prince for so many years, and he has always carried out the prince's orders in an orderly manner without any mistakes.

Except this time...

Nalanhe was reading a book. He said he was reading, but in fact he had not turned more than a few pages of the book since Jiang Ye left.

He didn't even raise his head, and his voice was emotionless, like a calm stream of water.

"Um."

Yang Hao raised his head and looked towards the man sitting on the chair, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

What does this mean, Lord?

Without thinking too much, he quickly put his hands on his head and said to Nalanhe from the bottom of his heart,

"Your Majesty, I failed to do my job well. Please punish me."

Nalanhe still did not raise his head. He lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand. His three thousand long hair hung softly in front of him. He was as handsome as a star in the sky, so far away and unattainable.

After a while, Nalanhe spoke.

"No need, you can go down."

Yang Hao began to feel uneasy.

The prince seems...

Something is wrong.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Although Jiang Ye is not dead, I can go again tonight..."

"You don't have to worry about this anymore."

Nalan He then raised his head and looked towards Yang Hao lightly, but his beautiful eyes were dull and calm, as if no one could catch his eyes.

"Let her live."

As long as Jiang Ye doesn't cause any trouble for him, it's fine to let him live.

Yang Hao couldn't help but ask, "Why did you change your mind, Lord? Didn't you say you didn't want a princess before?"

There was a hint of anxiety in his eyes, and he seemed dissatisfied with the decision to let Jiang Ye live.

"It is not your turn to question my decision."

Nalan He's voice became colder, and Yang Hao was so scared that he dared not ask any more questions.

But he couldn't help biting his lips.

I felt even more uncomfortable in my heart.

"I will take my leave."

In the wedding room with a wedding sign pasted on it, Jiang Ye sat alone at the table, holding a brush in his hand, writing something seriously.

[Host, what is this that you wrote on the paper? ]

"I am memorizing the remedy for my leg disease."

Jiang Ye looked at the rice paper filled with writing, put down the brush in his hand with a sense of relief, and couldn't wait to find Nalan He.

He spent an entire afternoon organizing the memories in his brain and memorizing all the methods to treat his leg disease.

The best plan was to have Nalanhe take the medicine he prescribed while doing daily acupoint massage, both inside and outside the body, to help him get better.

Although we don’t know how serious the condition of Nalanhe’s legs is, this plan is the most suitable for different degrees of severity.

Jiang Ye did not hesitate. He placed the rice paper with the treatment methods written on it under his pillow, then walked out of the bridal chamber and went to find Nalan He.

Nalan He had just finished dinner and thought he had returned to his normal life.

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Your Majesty, I seek an audience with you."

It’s Jiang Ye.

Didn't I tell this morning that this woman should stop meddling in other people's business and stop causing trouble? Jiang Ye's expression clearly showed that he agreed.

Nalanhe couldn't help but frown, struggling over whether to let the woman in.

He and Jiang Ye are husband and wife in name only.

Apart from this name, there is actually no connection.

"Your Majesty, I seek an audience with you."

Jiang Ye, who was standing outside the door, saw that there was no response from inside and repeated it anxiously.

"Have you forgotten what I said this morning, Princess?"

Just as Nalanhe finished his warning, Jiang Ye pushed the door open and walked in.

He paid no attention to his previous words.

Seeing Jiang Ye so ignorant and actually walked straight in, even Nalan He, who usually kept his emotions to himself, couldn't help but frown and said angrily,

"The King did not allow you to come in."

Jiang Ye stood at the door and blinked innocently.

"I...didn't hear that."

Pretending to be serious, as if he was really innocent.

Nalanhe refused to give in and said, "Get out."

This time Jiang Ye had no reason not to hear.

Jiang Ye simply became thick-skinned. He walked a few steps to Nalanhe and said bluntly, "I am here to treat the prince."

He has good intentions, but if Nalan He still keeps him at a distance, then that's really... unlovable.

As expected, Nalanhe is not a lovable person.

"This king will not allow the princess to meddle in other people's affairs."

Nalanhe placed his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair under him. He pushed it gently a few times, and the wheelchair moved away from Jiangye.

There was a look of vigilance and undisguised rejection on his handsome face.

Jiang Ye knew that this matter was difficult to handle.

Jiang Ye will never give up even if he can't do it well.

He would choose to force it.

"My Lord, I'm sorry."

After Jiang Ye finished speaking, he immediately stepped forward, clasped his two fingers together, and tapped Nalan He's chest twice.

Nalanhe was immediately speechless.

Not only could he not speak, but Jiang Ye had pressed acupoints on him, and he couldn't even move a single part of his body.

Realizing what Jiang Ye had done to him, Nalan He's lavender pupils widened slightly, and anger appeared in his beautiful pupils.

"My Lord, I didn't mean to be so cruel, but you seem disobedient... I am helpless."

Under Nalanhe's angry gaze, Jiang Ye pulled his wrist unceremoniously.

The slender white fingers rested on Nalan He's thin wrist, and the fingertips felt cool.

Nalanhe's hands are so cold.

Jiang Ye originally wanted to take Nalan He's pulse, but he never expected that Nalan He's hands were so cold.

His eyes moved, and he couldn't tell whether he was heartbroken or something else, and the thought of taking her pulse was suddenly delayed.

"Your Highness' hands are so cold, let me warm them up for you first."

After saying that, Jiang Ye held up Nalanhe's hand, which was as beautiful as a work of art.