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She walked like this, unexpectedly Princess Ying truly strutted around. She was already plump, and with this walk, she resembled a crab. As she walked, she said, "So from now on, no matter where I go, others will fear me, and whatever I say, they will have to listen."
"That should be the case?" This point she wasn't so sure about; Zhong Xue did not allow his women to be overbearing. Of course, Princess Ying wasn't that kind of person either; her personality was soft and gentle. If she didn't suffer here, it could be said that Zhong Xue still cared for her.
Princess Ying smiled like a blooming flower, "I originally thought Lord Jun would ignore me and that I would definitely suffer a lot, but now it seems it's not so bad; at least others are afraid of me."
Seeing her happy demeanor, San Chun suddenly felt a stir in her heart. At this moment, she finally understood why she felt no jealousy towards Zhong Xue's wives and concubines; it turned out that in her heart, they posed no threat at all. Zhong Xue had no place for them in his heart, so she didn't feel sad.
Being together with Princess He Ying, life wasn't so unbearable anymore. Months passed in the blink of an eye, and news arrived from the army that Lord Jun would return to the country soon.
San Chun felt quite frustrated with the person reporting to her; they didn't even know which day "soon" referred to. She truly missed him; being alone in the deep boudoir was not a pleasant feeling. The more she was alone, the more she thought of him. Although life in the Fengling Duke's Residence was good in terms of food and shelter, the only downside was the lack of freedom.
She originally wanted to sneak out; if it were before, she definitely would have done so. But now, after experiencing so much, she instead wanted to take a moment to calm down. Perhaps this was also a punishment for herself; she had done too many wrong things. Her life wasn't solely ruined by others; she had also played a part in ruining herself.
Zhong Xue had wronged her, but how could she say she had treated him well?
With a deep sigh, she gazed at the bright moonlight outside the window and began counting the days until his return on her fingers.
She wanted to see him—very much.
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Summer arrived, and Chengyang Jun finally returned.
Wei Wang personally led all the officials from both civil and military to welcome him at the city gate and respectfully invited him to Wei Palace.
At the Wei Wang Palace, a grand banquet was held, and all the officials came to congratulate. This time, Zhong Xue had conquered several countries, and unification was just around the corner.
During the banquet, Wei Wang humbly expressed his gratitude and publicly stated that he felt inadequate and was willing to step aside. Zhong Xue smiled silently, while Wei Wang pleaded earnestly and even offered him a cup of wine.
As the wine cup reached his lips, Zhong Xue drank it all in one go. The celebration did not last long; within half an hour, Chengyang Jun excused himself due to being unable to handle the alcohol.
San Chun knew he would return and had someone prepare several dishes and a pot of wine, waiting for him by the door.
Initially thinking he would be back late, San Chun did not wait long before the door burst open. Kazama supported Zhong Xue as he stumbled in, his head drooping as if he were in very poor spirits.
San Chun was startled. "What happened? Is he drunk?"
Kazama shook his head. "Chengyang Jun has been poisoned."
The two of them helped him onto the bed and hurriedly called for a doctor.
Zhong Xue lay on the bed with his eyes tightly shut, his face pale. San Chun felt anxious. "What exactly happened?"
Kazama explained what had transpired that day: during the banquet, Wei Wang had publicly toasted Chengyang Jun, who could not refuse to drink. However, the wine had been laced with deadly poison, and now the effects were taking hold.
San Chun thought to himself that Wei Wang was truly courting death; Zhong Xue had no intention of harming him, yet he dared to provoke danger. Zhong Xue also should have known there was poison in the wine but still dared to drink it. Did he really think his body was invulnerable?
The doctor arrived, checked his pulse, and said softly, "My Lord is not in serious danger. Although the poison is potent, it does not pose a threat to your life. I will prescribe some medicine; after taking a few doses over several days, he should recover."
San Chun felt relieved. He had escaped from the jaws of the Giant Python and had consumed its gallbladder, which had already given him some resistance to poison. It was no wonder he dared to test the poison himself. Wei Wang was so ruthless that by the time he woke up, it seemed Wei Wang would stir up a bloody storm.
After giving him medicine, Princess Ying visited once but was persuaded to leave. She had her own selfish motives, wanting to be alone with him, quietly spending time together.
Holding his hand, she sat by his bedside and kept watch over him all night. The next morning, Zhong Xue opened her eyes and saw San Chun sleeping against the bed. She looked restless, her face wrinkled with worry. He reached out to touch her dark hair, his eyes filled with affection. During these days of campaigning, he had been thinking of her. After everything they had been through, they could finally be together like this.
Sensing movement, San Chun opened his eyes and hurriedly asked, “You’re awake. How do you feel?”
Zhong Xue nodded, “I’m not dead yet.”
She touched his forehead; the fever had subsided, and his complexion looked better, returning to its usual color. He should be fine.
“What are you planning to do about Wei Wang?”
Zhong Xue scoffed softly, “That man, I truly underestimated him. He calculated that I wouldn’t dare to oppose him in front of the Civil and Military officials, deliberately trying to force me to yield by poisoning my drink. If he wants me to yield, then This Lord will give him that opportunity. Since I have become this Wei Wang, I will serve him well.”
His gaze was dark and chilling, sending shivers down one’s spine. San Chun sighed lightly; Chengyang Jun was indeed ruthless. This time, Wei Wang had walked right into a trap. He was given a chance at life but chose to provoke someone he shouldn’t have; now it seemed no one could save him.
At noon, someone from the palace arrived, sent by Wei Wang. They were worried that Chengyang Jun might feel unwell after drinking and specifically sought out an Imperial Physician to help him sober up.
The excuse of sobering up was likely just a cover; they probably wanted to gather information and see if Zhong Xue would survive.
San Chun instructed someone to tell the Imperial Physician that Chengyang Jun was still unconscious due to his discomfort and asked him to return for now.
Imperial Physician was unwilling, insisting on seeing her. She knew that if she didn't let the old man take a look, he wouldn't leave easily. Letting him see her just once would be enough to make him give up. She called Kazama to send a message and then led Imperial Physician to her room.
It wasn't the first time Zhong Xue had pretended to be dead. She flopped onto the bed, her face pale and dark, truly resembling someone on the verge of death. When Imperial Physician tried to take her pulse, San Chun pushed him out, crying, "You doctors are really annoying! That Chengyang Jun over there is already beyond saving; what more depressing words do you want? I tell you, Chengyang Jun won't die. I won't let him die. If he dies, I won't live either."
With that, she wailed loudly, throwing a tantrum and cursing, successfully driving Imperial Physician away.
Once Imperial Physician left, Zhong Xue rolled off the bed and smiled helplessly. "I didn't know you had this much heart."
San Chun shot him a glance. "That's all? If you died, would I really not live?"
"That would be best. I hope you live well." He took her hand, his gaze warm. "If you can live happily, even if I die, I can rest in peace."
Feeling a warmth in her heart, San Chun replied, "A disaster lives for a thousand years; someone like you is not so easy to die."
"That would be best; this disaster and your disaster can live well together."
Meeting his gaze for a moment, San Chun shyly lowered her head. She had originally resented him but now found herself making a lifelong promise. Women were truly hard to understand.
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