The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

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Chapter 418 – That rotten Zhangjun Prince (1)

"What nonsense are you saying?!" Zhao Li angrily said, "How has this emperor mistreated her? The things that she should have, the things that this emperor has, this emperor has given all of it to her. How could it be a mistake to marry me?"

"If she had chosen my third imperial brother back then, she would have been beheaded with him. If she had chosen my first imperial brother, his princess consort would have definitely made her life miserable. If she hadn't acted so stupidly, how could this emperor have lost?"

Ji Man shook her head and walked past him to the bed. "If marrying you was the right choice, then she wouldn't be so unhappy."

"Stop!" Zhao Li angrily shouted, "I still have a score to settle with her. Even if you want your revenge, you have to wait!"

Ji Man paused. She turned her head and disdainfully looked at him, but she did stop walking.

His unfeeling legs were a heavy burden as Zhao Li desperately crawled a few more feet. He finally reached the bedside before Ji Man. He was gasping for breath as he sat up. When he opened the bed curtains, he saw Pengyue's peacefully sleeping face.

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"You can still peacefully sleep when this emperor has fallen to such a state?!" Zhao Li fiercely grabbed her hand. "Is your heart made of stone?"!"

When he grabbed that weak hand, something to seemed have snapped. Shocked, Zhao Li hurriedly lessened the force he was using. "Your hand... This emperor didn't mean to do that... This emperor clearly wasn't using that much force..."

Even though the bones in her hand had been broken, the person on the bed didn't react at all. The expression on her face remained exceptionally serene.

Zhao Li was taken aback.

An angry, but also panicking expression froze on Zhao Li's face. He blankly looked at the person lying on the bed for a long time before stretching his hand to her nose to see if she was still breathing.

As soon as his hand came into contact with her icy-cold face, he knew. Only a dead person would have this temperature.

Zhao Li quieted. His stomach full of anger had turned into shock. Widening his dulled eyes, he pursed his lips and foolishly asked, "What happened?"

From behind, Kangyuan looked at Pengyue's appearance and couldn't resist laughing. "She's dead."

Kangyuan walked to the bedside, knelt down by the emperor, and happily said, "Your Majesty, look. She's dead. You don't have to worry about her any longer because Yuzhen. When all is said and done, you love Yu-er the most, right?"

It had just been a business transaction. From beginning to end, the relationship between these two was only a mere business transaction. If it wasn't because the emperor needed Yuzhen's help, he would have never married this woman.

Zhao Li slightly turned his head and looked at Kangyuan.

Tears had accompanied Kangyuan's smile. Wrapping her arm around his, she said, "Your Majesty, let's go. There's nothing left to see here. She's already dead."

Zhao Li showed Kangyuan away and struggled to pull himself onto the bed by gripping the edge of the bed. But, he didn't have the strength, and his legs were too heavy. He couldn't get onto the bed no matter how hard he tried.

"She wouldn't die. She's perfectly fine. She's just pretending to be sick so that this emperor will feel bad for her. This emperor will do that, and she'll get better." Zhao Li's eyes were widened. More and more tears gathered in his eyes, but they didn't fall. He just continued to look at her with glassy eyes. He wanted to go onto the bed.