Chapter 3 Did the Princess Die from Prince Ye’s Fright?

Chapter 3: Did the Princess Consort Get Scared to Death by Prince Ye?

Ji Yuntang couldn't bear to see him like this. She decided to get him to the bed first, change him into clean clothes, and then treat his wounds.

She'd thought that Luo Junhe, nearly 1.9 meters tall, would be very heavy, and worried if her small frame could lift him. To her surprise, she easily picked him up.

Ji Yuntang carried the man straight to the bed.

But when she saw the so-called "bed," her anger flared even hotter.

Luo Sinian was guarding outside the door, intending to watch Ji Yuntang make a fool of herself. He waited and waited, but didn't hear her call for help.

He grew puzzled.

What was going on? Had that ugly woman already been scared to death by his third brother?

Luo Sinian curled his lips in disdain.

Indeed, which of the previous princess consorts hadn't been frightened out of their wits on their wedding night? How could Ji Yuntang, a country bumpkin, be any better?

If she died, she died. No one would care anyway.

It was just a pity for his third brother, who would once again bear the reputation of being cursed to lose his wives.

Just then, the door from inside was kicked hard, and a woman's voice, laced with obvious anger, rang out.

"Someone, open this door for me, your Princess Consort!"

Luo Sinian stopped in his tracks, turned around, and his gaze fell on the loudly banging door.

He raised an eyebrow. He'd assumed this ugly monster was already dead, but she was still alive?

What had she been doing in the room all this time?

Could it be...

"Oh no! Third Brother's in danger..."

In a panic, Luo Sinian rushed over and barked an order to open the door.

Ji Yuntang, who had grown up in the countryside, was petite. After hauling Luo Junhe around the room several times, her breathing had become heavier, and her small face was slightly flushed.

Her wedding dress was soaked through, so she had taken it off. Now, she was only wearing a thin white underrobe.

Seeing this, Luo Sinian became even more convinced Ji Yuntang had done something to Luo Junhe.

He cursed her in his heart for being insatiable and shameless, not even sparing a man on the verge of death.

Ji Yuntang had no idea what Luo Sinian was thinking. Her first words upon coming out were to the servants.

"Where's an axe in Prince Ye's mansion?"

Luo Sinian flinched, his face instantly darkening, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked.

An axe?

What did she want an axe for?

For murder and dismemberment?

"Ji Yuntang, if you dare do anything to my third brother, I will skin you alive, pull out your tendons, and tear you to pieces!"

Ji Yuntang glanced at Luo Sinian from the corner of her eye and sneered contemptuously.

"I, the Princess Consort, am not that desperate. With your third brother in that state, who could possibly lay a hand on him?"

"Prince Chen, you'd better have someone send a new bed for me and the prince. Otherwise..."

Ji Yuntang had noticed the servants in Prince Ye's mansion seemed to listen to Luo Sinian.

Given that they'd made Luo Junhe, a sick man, take ice baths and sleep on an ice bed, it had to be on Luo Sinian's orders.

Under her cold gaze, Luo Sinian's face darkened slightly. "What do you want?"

"Nothing much. It's just that I, the Princess Consort, am in a foul mood after entering the bridal chamber. When I'm in a foul mood, I feel like smashing that ice bed of yours to pieces."

Luo Sinian's expression turned cold. "How dare you! Ji Yuntang, do you know that Thousand-Year Ice Stone Bed was secured from the North Pole for my third brother by Consort Li at great cost and effort? He has fire poison. The imperial physicians said he must bathe in ice water and sleep on that bed daily to expel it. If you damage it, I will kill you!"

Ji Yuntang was furious. "Bullshit! Which quack said that? Bring him here and see if I don't beat him to death!"

"Not everyone with large-scale fire burns has 'fire poison.' Prince Ye's body is severely depleted, but he's still a normal person. What normal person can endure such a damp, cold environment every day?"

"Long-term use of that ice bed will let cold invade the body, causing pain and diarrhea. Worse, it leads to rheumatism and can impair fertility. Are you sure he's your third brother and not your enemy?"

Not to mention the bed lacked even simple bedding, being covered in a foul mix of blood, feces, and urine.

Is this how Prince Ye's servants care for their master?

Luo Sinian gritted his teeth. He hadn't expected this woman to be so audacious.

In the end, she was only thinking of herself, afraid Luo Junhe's poor health would prevent her from bearing a royal heir.

Hah, this woman was utterly shameless.

Luo Sinian wished he could strangle her!

"Ji Yuntang, I do not hit women, but all the imperial physicians say my brother needs the Ice Stone Bed to expel the poison. What do you, an ignorant bumpkin, know? Would Consort Li harm her own son?"

Ji Yuntang narrowed her eyes. Before her marriage, she had gathered information about Prince Ye.

Consort Li, Cao Waner, daughter of the Minister of War, bore Emperor Jingyang a son and a daughter: Third Prince Luo Junhe and Tenth Princess Luo Qianxue.

Logically, for Consort Li to secure her position, she needed Luo Junhe. She had no reason to harm him.

Ji Yuntang didn't know if Consort Li was ignorant or deceived by the physicians.

Making Luo Junhe sleep on that bed wouldn't ease his suffering but worsen it.

Now she was here, she wouldn't let his condition deteriorate further.

"I am the Princess Consort formally married to Prince Ye. Would I harm my own husband and condemn myself to widowhood?"

"Since I've married in, I, Ji Yuntang, will have the final say here. As long as Prince Ye lives, I am the mistress of this mansion. My actions are not for an outsider to question."

"If you like that Ice Stone Bed so much, take it for yourself. I'll have it delivered to your mansion tomorrow. Sleep on it yourself and see how your third brother feels."

Ji Yuntang lifted her chin. Standing at the door in a thin white garment, her dark, clear pupils held no emotion, yet she exuded a steadiness beyond her years.

Her composure carried an innate nobility, as if she had transformed in an instant.

Luo Sinian was taken aback. Was she truly a country girl?

This aura of solemnity was arguably no less than his third brother's, the God of War who fought on the battlefield.

Having spoken, Ji Yuntang ignored Luo Sinian's livid face and turned back into the room.

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