After rebirth, she became the prince's favorite

Yang Yufei finally saw Yao Mingjin, who was in a coma due to fever. His face was red and his body was curled up in pain, like a poor injured kitten.

Her heart ached tightly, and her fingers couldn't help but fall on his forehead, which was frighteningly hot.

"Go get two basins of hot water and some clean towels. I need them."

She sat down in front of the bed and took the pulse of the unconscious Yao Mingjin.

His pulse was clearly normal, and she hadn't found any signs of the snake venom eroding his heart veins, so how come he was sweating profusely and even unconscious?

"Princess Consort, is the Crown Prince's life in danger? If the high fever doesn't go away, will it burn out his brain?" Han Feng asked worriedly.

Yang Yufei's eyes never left Yao Mingjin's face, and no joy or anger could be seen on her face.

"I don't know. We'll have to wait until he wakes up to find out if his brain is burned out."

"Yao Mingjin, wake up soon and stop scaring me. If you really become a big idiot, I won't want you anymore."

The cold wind couldn't help but shiver.

The Crown Prince is lovesick to begin with, and sometimes that makes the Crown Princess dislike him. What if he really gets a fever and becomes a fool, will the Crown Princess kick him and no longer want him?

No matter what, they must find a way to cure the prince's illness and must not let the prince's wife kick him out, otherwise the prince will sigh and complain every day in the mansion, which will annoy them to death.

Hanfeng and Hanye immediately went to get some hot water.

"The Crown Prince will trouble the Crown Princess to take care of him. We will be guarding the door. If the Crown Princess needs anything, just let her know."

"By the way, what did the doctor say? Where is the prescription he wrote? Bring it to me."

Yang Yufei thought of something very important and reminded Han Feng and Han Ye.

Han Feng immediately placed the doctor's diagnosis and prescription in front of Yang Yufei, then tactfully retreated.

Yang Yufei first wet a towel with warm water, then gently and patiently wiped Yao Mingjin's forehead, neck, armpits, palms and soles of his feet to help dissipate some of his body heat.

Then she looked at the diagnosis and prescription, and the more she read, the more her brows furrowed.

None of Yao Mingjin's symptoms seemed like poisoning or illness, but he suddenly developed a fever and no cause could be found. It seemed strange no matter how you looked at it.

An absurd thought flashed through her mind. Could it be that Yao Mingjin had contracted a plague, or a very rare plague, which would cause him to have a persistent high fever?

Yang Yufei took out a medical book from her personal space that recorded the symptoms and treatments of various plagues. She checked it carefully and found nothing that matched the symptoms. She finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not plague, typhoid fever or some common disease, so the most likely thing is poisoning.

She took out a silver needle, pricked Yao Mingjin's fingertip, let a few drops of blood come out, and tried it, but the silver needle did not show any change.

Yang Yufei frowned even deeper. It was neither poisoning nor plague, so what went wrong?

Yao Mingjin on the bed was soaked with sweat, his clothes and hair were soaked, his face was red, as if he was tortured by severe pain. In his sleep, he said with difficulty, "I'm thirsty, drink some water——"

Yang Yufei immediately stood up, poured a cup of warm water on the table in front of the bed, and with great effort, helped Yao Mingjin up and leaned him on her shoulder.

She handed the cup to Yao Mingjin's lips, "Come on, drink this glass of water, and you will feel better."

However, even though he was very thirsty, Yao Mingjin kept his lips tightly closed and could not drink a single sip of water.

"Why don't you drink some water? Be good. Open your mouth and drink it, and the fever will go away." But Yao Mingjin was soft, with all the weight of his body on her, and the water that was brought to her lips spilled out again.

Yang Yufei became anxious and put Yao Mingjin on the bed.

She took a big sip of water, put her lips close to Yao Mingjin's, pried open his teeth, and fed him the water.

"Hmm--" The man was like a dry traveler in the desert who finally found sweet nectar. He subconsciously opened his mouth and drank the water that was fed into his mouth.

Seeing that this way of feeding water was effective, she was delighted and continued to feed him mouth to mouth. Soon he drank the whole glass of water.

Yang Yufei was sweating profusely. She said helplessly, "You brought this up on purpose to torture me. I really owed you in my previous life."

She resigned herself to her fate and continued to clean his body, removing the warm towel from his forehead and replacing it with a clean one to continue cooling it down.

His eyes inadvertently fell on the silver needle that was used to test the poison just now. The silver needle, which had been normal before, now looked like black charcoal.

Yao Mingjin was not sick, but poisoned.

This realization caused a storm of emotions to surge in Yang Yufei's heart.

She took out the only Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill from her personal space, fed it to Yao Mingjin, and then stayed by his side all the time.

Half an hour later, Yao Mingjin suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and vomited several mouthfuls of brown blood with a wow sound, which also emitted a foul smell.

Yang Yufei was startled and shouted loudly outside, "Hanfeng, Hanye, the prince is vomiting blood, come in quickly."

His blood splattered on the hem of her skirt, and he grabbed her shoulders in pain. It was so painful that Yang Yufei couldn't help but gasp.

Hanfeng and Hanye came in immediately, and seeing so much blood in front of the bed, they did not dare to be careless.

They helped Yao Mingjin up as quickly as possible and put him on the chaise longue next to them.

"Princess, please help the prince change his clothes. Let the subordinates clean the bed and the floor."

Yang Yufei frowned, "He's so heavy, I may not be able to help him change it by myself, not to mention that Yao Mingjin is still running a high fever, we can't delay that long."

Yao Mingjin, who was originally unconscious, actually opened his eyes at this time and said very weakly, "Fei'er, change my clothes. I don't want those stinky men to change my clothes. They take advantage of me."

Yang Yufei: …

It makes Yao Mingjin sound like a bad man.

Han Feng: The prince is not a stinky man, he is a dog man. When he wakes up, he despises his subordinates. He is a dog man who has no humanity towards the opposite sex.

Han Ye: Who wants to take advantage of the prince? He doesn't want to take off the prince's clothes to see his perfect figure, otherwise he will get stye.

"Are you feeling better? Is your brain okay?"

Yang Yufei cleared up the messy thoughts in her mind and walked over to sit next to Yao Mingjin.

Yao Mingjin leaned his head weakly on his fiancée's shoulder, looking weak, helpless and pitiful.

"My whole body is weak, I can't use any strength at all, my head hurts, my whole body hurts, it's so uncomfortable, Fei'er, please stay with me for a while."

Han Feng: Prince, do you still have any shame?

When he was on the battlefield before, he was almost stabbed in the heart. He woke up with a high fever and chopped the enemy to pieces. Now that he has met the Crown Princess, he is playing tricks and pretending to be pitiful. I can't stand it.

Han Ye: Prince, can you please stop treating me like a dead person? I’m still here cleaning and tidying up the sheets, showing your affection and enjoying the pleasures of the boudoir. Can you wait until I leave before showing off?

Please consider the feelings of me, an old bachelor without a wife.

The resentment of the cold wind and cold night was so great that Yang Yufei could feel it.

Yang Yufei's face was so hot that it was about to burn, and she felt that she was the one with a fever.

"Ajin, our subordinates are still here, please restrain yourself."

Yao Mingjin coughed weakly a few times, "You can pretend they don't exist. They are jealous and resentful that I have a wife, so they are so resentful."

Han Ye: Yes, yes, it’s great that you have a wife. We are old bachelors and we deserve to be hurt.

Han Feng: Prince, you are too cocky. Be careful or you will get struck by lightning.

Yao Mingjin felt proud and sweet inside, and became addicted to playing the role of weakness.

"Fei'er, please rub my chest and shoulders for me. It hurts so much. Am I going to die?"

Yang Yufei frowned and glared at him, "Don't talk nonsense, you will definitely live well, just rest and recuperate."

After she finished speaking, she still rubbed Yao Mingjin's chest with a gentle touch, fearing that she would hurt him. "Is this better?"

"So comfortable, ... well——"

Yang Yufei's temples began to throb. "What are you yelling about here? If someone doesn't know, they'd think something happened between me and you. Can you please stop being weird?"

"But it's really comfortable. Your hands are so soft and gentle. I like it so much."

Hanfeng and Hanye couldn't bear it any longer, so they quickly tidied up the bed sheets, wiped the blood on the floor with a rag, poured two basins of water to rinse it clean, and then left.

The prince is such a scoundrel and too shameless that they can’t stand it anymore. They really want the princess to beat the prince’s head off and make him a humiliator!