Chapter 47: Beautiful Princess VS Crazy, Sickly, and Jiao (Spoiled) Tyrant 24

The incident happened too suddenly, Ning Wanguan didn’t have time to stop it at all, and didn’t understand why Pei Tingche would suddenly use his qi and make such a move.

She was both angry and anxious. He was playing with his life!

And playing with her life!

She took a breath and took out a Yuanqi Pill, put it in her mouth, and finally recovered. Turning her head, she saw Pei Tingche lying on the ground with a pale face.

She was so scared that she hurriedly helped Pei Tingche up and fed him the pill.

“Pei Tingche, wake up!” She picked him up and shook him vigorously, her voice a little scared, “Don’t sleep! Get up!”

Pei Tingche’s face was white and blue, with a hint of death. Ning Wanguan grabbed his pulse and found that his pulse was very chaotic. She had never seen this situation before, and was already panicked.

System: “The target of the strategy seems to be dying.”

Ning Wanguan: “He can’t die, if he dies, my mission will fail!”

Ning Wanguan did not give up. She took out the only Resurrection Pill given to her by the system from the Hundred Treasure Brocade Pouch and gave it to him without hesitation.

The originally motionless Pei Tingche suddenly moved, and then he curled up his body, let out a violent cough, and once again vomited several mouthfuls of black blood, his pale face twisted with pain.

The blood foam stained his clothes red, looking extremely frightening.

“Pei Tingche! Pei Tingche!” She kept calling his name.

But he never opened his eyes. Gradually, Ning Wanguan found that his body temperature cooled down, and his hands were terribly cold.

She hurriedly untied the leather belt tied to his wrist. As soon as the leather belt loosened, his hand hung straight down.

Seeing this, Ning Wanguan’s eyebrows and eyes were dyed with anger. She pushed his body fiercely, her voice raised: “Pei Tingche, you did it on purpose, didn’t you! Who allowed you to die? Get up quickly! I haven’t had enough fun yet!”

The man still had no reaction. If it wasn’t for his breath, he would be no different from a dead person at this moment.

Thoroughly explaining what is meant by a person who really wants to die, even if you try to stop them, you can’t.

Ning Wanguan rubbed his hands, but his hands were too cold, in a state of hypothermia. She had to lay him flat and quickly look for dry branches and leaves around.

The fire quickly rose up, and she then half-held Pei Tingche up, put his head in her arms, and the two leaned against the fire.

After a while, his body temperature abnormally and perversely soared.

Ning Wanguan didn’t understand whether it was a problem with the pill or a problem with the chaotic internal breath. Anyway, his body temperature fluctuated high and low all night.

Seeing that he was cold, she dragged him to the side of the fire, and seeing that he was hot, she dragged him to the riverside.

Dragging him back and forth like this made her tired and grumbling.

“Pei Tingche, you mad dog! Wake up quickly, if you die, you die, and you still want to drag me down with you, you’re dreaming!”

The more she scolded, the angrier she became, and finally she was cried alive.

Before the tears in the corners of her eyes were dry, Pei Tingche started a high fever and began to talk nonsense in her arms.

She couldn’t help but gossip and curiously leaned over, asking: “Pei Tingche, what are you talking about?”

He closed his eyes, and didn’t know if he heard her words clearly. He murmured a few words, and then, Ning Wanguan clearly heard the two words “mother concubine”.

Thinking that she had misheard, Ning Wanguan put her ear close to his lips, and heard him keep shouting: “Mother concubine…”

“Thinking of your mother concubine, right? Okay, okay, I’ll condescend to be your mother concubine, okay! Pei Tingche, my good son, wake up quickly!”

She was already so angry that she spoke without thinking.

Ning Wanguan: “Gong-zi, is he still saved?”

System: “The effect of the Resurrection Pill is to snatch life from the King of Hell. Please rest assured, host, he will be fine after the fever subsides.”

Ning Wanguan then breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at the man’s sleeping face in the firelight, already burning and delirious, still muttering something.

“What is he mumbling about?”

System: “Does the host want to know?”

Ning Wanguan hesitated, “It’s not that I’m so curious…”

System: “Understood, this will send the host into his dream!”

Ning Wanguan: “?????”

System: “Loading the dream of the target of the strategy [Pei Tingche]. Three, two, one!”

Ding!

Ning Wanguan’s eyes went dark, and she fell into darkness. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself floating in the sky above the palace.

Goose feather snow was falling in the sky.

Ning Wanguan’s body slowly descended along with the snowflakes. What appeared in front of her was the harem, with the three characters [Shuangxue] written on the plaque.

Suddenly, she heard a gentle female voice coming from the main hall of Shuangxue, “Che’er, I heard that you were reprimanded by your teacher today…”

Ning Wanguan followed the source of the voice. Strictly speaking, she floated over. At this time, she was transparent, and the people in this dream could not see her at all.

In the main hall, the charcoal fire in the stove was crackling.

Three or four servants and maids stood in a row.

On the chair of the Empress Dowager, there was a beauty reclining halfway. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes, smiling and looking at the child kneeling on the ground.

The child was about four or five years old, with a delicate and beautiful appearance, clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his face was thinner than children of the same age.

But she recognized him at a glance as Pei Tingche.

This little sick and jiao person was so cute when he was a child.

But his face did not have the childishness and innocence of other children, only a cold expression and a vaguely visible fear.

And the beauty on the Empress Dowager’s chair was Pei Tingche’s biological mother, Consort Yun, Pei Tingche.

Pei Tingche was gentle and soft, “Che’er, tell mother concubine, why were you distracted in class?”

Pei Tingche lowered his head and said softly, “Please punish mother concubine, this son has no regrets.”

Under the firelight, there was a strange smile on the corner of Pei Tingche’s lips, “Che’er was distracted, but because of this parrot?”

As soon as the voice fell, an eunuch took a cage and walked in. In the cage was a cockatiel, happily chirping.

“Your Highness, good fortune and peace, Your Highness, good fortune and peace…”

On the originally expressionless little face, there was a trace of panic. He was so scared that he hurriedly kowtowed, “Mother concubine, this son knows his mistake! Please forgive me! Let it go!”

“Who gave you this parrot?”

He lowered his head and said softly, “Concubine Li.”

Hearing this, Pei Tingche’s charming eyes smiled, mixed with terrifying ruthlessness, “Eunuch Su, drag all the palace servants serving the fourth prince out, they didn’t take good care of the fourth prince! Each person will be given eighty strokes of the cane.”

“Mother concubine! Don’t punish them! It’s this son’s fault!”

“Fourth Prince! Save the slaves!”

“Concubine Yun, please forgive me! Concubine Yun, please forgive me! We will never dare again!”

The few slaves who were dragged away cried and begged for mercy.

Until they were forcibly dragged into the snow, and the executioner hit them one by one, the crying gradually turned into a shrill scream.

The snow instantly dyed into a sea of blood…