Chapter 225

Things between the beds have always been a channel for Yange to vent her depression. Every time she sees the tearful prince who is bruised and bruised all over, she can feel a little lighter in her heart.

But this matter can't repair the relationship between the two people who is obviously a little bit apart.

Except for the matter of men and women, there is almost no communication between them.

Yan Ge felt that this guy's jealousy period hadn't passed yet...

One day, the prince suddenly asked her: "If you were given a choice, would you like to be a queen who overwhelms the country, or a courtier who has to think about everything?"

Yange was still sitting on him at that time.

Between the beds, there are very few words, let alone such a treasonous thing.

Yange lowered his head and stared at him condescendingly.

For a moment, she smiled, her eyes shining brightly: "What's so good about being overwhelmed by a country? If I could choose, I would certainly be the king regent with one man under ten thousand. At that time, Zi'an must be raised in the deep palace for nothing." fat."

She speaks confidently, and her expression seems to be surrounded by brilliance, which makes her look infinitely charming.

The prince's wet eyes were wide open, and he stared at Yange in surprise.

He knew that Yan Ge's thinking was different from ordinary people, but he didn't expect Yan Ge to be so bold.

For a moment, he raised his head and pecked at the collarbone of Yange's neck: "It's an honor for the regent to still remember Zi'an!"

"How can you not remember?" Yan Ge's fingers caressed his long black hair lovingly: "Zian put me on the tip of my heart, and of course I want to pet Zi'an in my palm."

The prince laughed softly, but before the laughter settled down, it was his sudden and intense coughing.

He coughed violently, bent over the bed, his thin body seemed to shake like a leaf in the wind because of the cough.

Yan Ge hurriedly put on his clothes and shouted, "Come here, Chuan Weng Lao."

Weng Lao is the exclusive imperial doctor of the prince and has been waiting for orders at the prince's mansion.

She poured a glass of warm water on the ground barefoot, and supported the prince's waist with one hand, "Your Highness, drink some water."

The prince didn't drink any water, so he grabbed Yange's hand with his backhand, and sprayed a mouthful of phlegm and blood on the ground in his throat.

Yan Ge lowered his eyes, hiding the surprise in his eyes.

The prince took the water and drank it in one gulp. Weng Lao was already waiting outside the door. Yan Ge opened the door, and Weng Lao led the prince's servants in a file.

At this time, Yange is not suitable to be present.

The prince's condition has never been something she is qualified to know.

So she didn't go back to the inner room, but closed the door gently, waiting for the servants to let her out.

But after waiting for a long time, nothing came.

Instead, a close attendant came out from the inner room and said to her: "It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Your Highness asked Mrs. Chu to go to the side room to rest first, so as not to catch a cold."

The side room is the prince's study, which also has a couch.

Yan Ge nodded and went to the side room.

Occasionally, there would be a conversation between the prince and Weng Lao in the inner room, the voice was not loud, but Yange could hear it clearly.

Although she closed her eyes, she has been thinking about every word and deed of the prince with her today.

Except for his questioning sentence between the beds, there was nothing unusual about it.

The hand under the quilt squeezed the sheet tightly and then slowly loosened it.

Ma Dan, is this prince about to die?

Yan Ge didn't sleep much that night, and she didn't come out of the side room to sit by the bed until the old Weng in the inner room left.

The prince on the bed was already sound asleep.

This man, who grew up in rich clothes and fine food, and because of his frailty, did not see much sunlight, his skin was as white as fat, his facial features were exquisite and picturesque, and he was like a finely carved jade beauty when he was sleeping soundly.

Yan Ge wanted to reach out and touch his hair, but his hand stopped in mid-air.