Chapter 6: Unconscious?

"Thank you, Mother."

A faint smile rippled across her deep and radiant face. Shen Xiangwan's attitude was not particularly intimate, yet it was not distant either. Since her transmigration last night, she had not failed to consider leaving, but the household registration system of this world was extremely strict; without a household register or a travel permit, she would find it impossible to move about. As for returning to the Prime Minister's residence, setting aside whether they would be willing to accept her again or whether that dog emperor would allow it, she herself rejected the idea from the bottom of her heart.

Therefore, she could only accept her current identity for now, follow the people of the Prince's manor into exile, and leave this place of strife—the Imperial City—before deciding anything else. As for the future, she intended to divorce Wei Chengyi and find a beautiful, scenic place to settle down.

"Mhm, good child. Go see Chengyi. He..."

Nodding through her tears, Zhao Yuping could not finish her sentence, her swollen eyes filling with tears once more.

"Mother..."

Seeing this, Wei Ling'er stepped forward with a sob to wrap her arms around her mother's shoulders, and the mother and daughter began to weep in each other's arms.

Shen Xiangwan was truly at a loss with such a situation. After watching them quietly for a while, she walked toward the carved grand bed. "What exactly is wrong with the Prince?"

"Reporting to the Princess, the Prince is..."

Qing Ying, who was waiting nearby, answered her question slowly, before continuing, "Both the manor physician and the imperial physician say that the Prince's anger has attacked his heart, causing ancient toxins to invade his meridians. He has at most seven days to live, and furthermore, he likely will not wake up again."

Before falling into his coma, the Prince had specifically instructed them to protect the Princess. This was also why he had taken the initiative to explain the matter of the substitute bride to the Madam and others, effectively clearing her name. The Prince had indeed utilized the situation, but he would not harm the Princess; everything that needed to be arranged had been handled.

"Is that so?"

Raising an eyebrow, Shen Xiangwan looked at him with a half-smile. If she remembered correctly, Wei Chengyi had accepted the matter of the bride being swapped with calm and eerie composure right in front of her; how could he possibly suffer a heart attack from anger and collapse from vomiting blood because of this?

This might work on others, but it was clearly impossible to fool her.

However, the reason they were putting on this act was likely to evade the persecution of the dog emperor. Seeing as Wei Chengyi had actually taken her warnings to heart, she couldn't be bothered to hold it against them.

As for whether their actions would bring her trouble, she felt indifferent. Even without this drama, there were plenty of people in the manor who would blame her—after all, she had just married into the manor when they were stripped of their titles and sent into exile.

"Uh..."

Knowing she had likely guessed something, Qing Ying's forehead went dark, unsure of how to continue.

Lacking the interest to deal with him further, Shen Xiangwan lowered her gaze to look down at the "unconscious" Wei Chengyi lying on the bed. She had to admit, he was truly handsome. Even lying there with a pale complexion, he remained unrealistically handsome, like a sleeping immortal. His lips, slightly purple due to the poisoning, added an air of eerie charm to him, making him look both pure and seductive, carrying a fatal poison.

Suppressing the thoughts of lust filling her mind, Shen Xiangwan leaned over to sit on the edge of the bed and reached out to place her hand on his pulse.

"Princess, you know how to take a pulse?"

Seeing this, Qing Ying asked in confusion, and the others couldn't help but crowd around.

"Mhm, a little bit."

Nodding casually, Shen Xiangwan had no intention of explaining in detail. Wei Chengyi's pulse was indeed that of someone near death; this was likely a disguise he had created for the sake of the act. According to the original novel's records, the poison he had ingested was extremely aggressive; even if suppressed, it would still slowly erode his bodily functions, making it almost incurable.

However, she should be able to detoxify him, but now was clearly not the right time.

[End of Chapter]