Princess Consort Is No Pushover

"But son, you are still very weak, don't you want me to take care of you?" Su Qing said.

"No, I want to be alone. If I feel uncomfortable, I will call you."

"Okay then, I'll stay outside, and if you need anything, call me." After Su Qing finished speaking, she retreated and closed the door behind her.

As soon as everyone left, the study returned to its former tranquility.

Su Qishao supported his limp body, and slowly sat up.

He glanced at the black concoction, then got up, walked to the flower pot with the medicine bowl, and poured the concoction in the bowl into the flower pot.

Then, he took the pot of chrysanthemums that had been placed on the table under the bed and hid them before returning to the bed and lying down.

As soon as he lay down, he looked at the dim ceiling, and a boundless loneliness hit him.

During the day when the weather is fine, he has something to do, so he doesn't feel so uncomfortable; but at night, he feels very irritable.

Why would he marry a woman he doesn't love?

This is really painful, and he really envies those couples who are happy with each other.

He was lying on the bed, tossing and turning for a while, he simply got up, looked outside through the crack of the door, and found that Su Qing was guarding the door dutifully.

Then, he turned around and walked to the back door, he gently pushed the back door open, and walked out under the moonlight.

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It was late autumn, and it was cold outside, and Su Qishao was only wearing an emerald blue singlet. He looked around and found no one, so he took advantage of the moonlight and came to a lake in the backyard.

Looking at the icy lake, the words of the eldest princess sounded in his ears.

"Your wound can't touch water, otherwise it will deteriorate. You should pay attention when you take a bath later."

He took a look at the wound on his arm, would it worsen as long as it touched water?

In this way, his life will definitely be endangered, so can Xiaoyue'er come to see him?

Thinking of this, he slowly leaned against the lake and got into the water.

He is a landlubber and can't swim, so he had to lean on the shallow shore and slowly soak his body.

The lake water was very icy, and he was very afraid of the cold now, so his teeth chattered from the cold in a short while.

He let out a breath, then leaned his head on the shore, he looked up at the dark sky, spread his hands, and dipped in the ice water wantonly.

At this time, his whole body was soaked in ice water, including the wound on his arm. This feeling was not pleasant, but he enjoyed it very much.

After about a stick of incense, he tremblingly climbed ashore from the water, and then he quietly returned to his room through the back door.

As soon as he returned to his room, he took off the wet undershirt, stuffed it randomly into the closet, and changed into a clean pure white undershirt.

After doing all this, he lay down on the bed shivering, lifted the quilt, and began to sleep.

Before he knew it, Su Qishao fell asleep.

But when it was almost dawn, he found that his body was getting heavier and heavier, as if a heavy weight of iron had been pressed on his body. His whole body was sore and limp, and he was coughing non-stop.

Every time he coughed, his throat was like smoke, burning hot, so hot that his face was contorted, and he wanted to jump directly into the fire pit.

At this time, he found that the wound on his arm was also itchy and painful.

He wanted to get up, but he didn't have the strength to do so. That feeling of loneliness came over him again. He was in a daze, feeling as if one foot had stepped into the gate of hell, as if a breath of death enveloped him heavily.