Princess Consort Is No Pushover

"My lord, do you ignore me?" At this moment, Su Changxiao's unwilling voice came from behind him.

Zhao Wang glanced at Su Chang with a cold smile, "You can sleep alone tonight, the king is going to see the princess!"

As he said that, he quickly ran to Liuxiangyuan.

Seeing Zhao Wang's anxious back, Su Chang gritted her teeth with a grin, she slapped the door with a slap, and there was raging anger in her eyes.

Where is she worse than Li Tianwei?

Why does King Zhao just not like her?

She has already done this, and Zhao Wang still thinks about that bitch in his heart, so he is really mad at her! -

When King Zhao rushed to Liuxiangyuan, he saw Nan Xing was already kneeling on the ground, she was holding Princess Zhao in her arms, crying uncomfortably there.

And Princess Zhao's wrist was full of blood, which was gurgling, and her eyes were closed tightly, she didn't know if she was in a coma or what.

"Wei'er!" King Zhao hurried over and hugged Princess Zhao in his arms.

He shook her tremblingly, then went to sniff her tremblingly.

"It's okay, I'm still angry. Butler, is the doctor here?" Zhao Wang roared angrily.

Immediately, the butler's panting voice came from outside, "Here we come, my lord, the government doctor has arrived."

The mansion doctor lived in Zhao Wang's mansion, so he came very quickly.

As soon as he ran into the room, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He rushed over with the medicine box, "My lord, quickly help the princess to the bed, and stop her bleeding first."

"Okay." After Zhao Wang finished speaking, he hugged Zhao Wangfei into his arms, and then gently put her on the bed.

When he hugged her, he found that Wei'er was so light, her weight was not like the weight of pregnancy at all.

But she is obviously seven or eight months old, and she is still so light, which shows how thin she has become recently.

"Doctor, stop Wei'er's bleeding, hurry up." Wang Zhao urged.

"Yes, please don't worry, my lord." After the doctor finished speaking, he quickly picked up Princess Zhao's wrist to observe, and then said, "Fortunately, the cut was not deep. If it was, it would be dangerous!"

After speaking, he quickly sprinkled some hemostatic medicine on Princess Zhao's wound, and then took gauze from the medicine box to bandage her wrist.

Hearing what the doctor said, King Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Princess Zhao was still in a coma and did not wake up.

Zhao Wang looked up inadvertently, and saw a few lines written on the rice paper on the table. He quickly picked it up and saw a few poems written on it.

Wiping tears before the flowers is infinite, and there is more than hatred for the piano under the moon. Watching Shuangyan tearfully, silently looking at the empty bed.

His heart trembled, this is a life-threatening poem.

She must have thought of suicide when she wrote this poem.

Seeing this poem, he remembered the scene when he planted flowers for her, she wiped his sweat, and fed him hibiscus cake.

I also think of the scene where he and she played the piano under the locust tree, attracting birds to fly.

But those are gone, he hurt her severely, causing her to lose hope and choose to commit suicide.

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At this time, Princess Zhao on the bed had already woken up leisurely.

Seeing this, Nan Xing said excitedly: "My lord, my concubine is awake, that's great!"

"Wei'er, are you awake? Are you alright, is your hand still hurting?" Zhao Wang rushed to the bedside, stroked her small face with his left hand, and held her hand tightly with his right hand, with a distressed expression on his face.

Princess Zhao did not expect that King Zhao would come to see her.

She looked at him faintly, her eyes glazed over slightly, her voice was cold, "Isn't tonight a wedding night for you and your side concubine? What are you doing here?"