After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 273 "I will never forgive her!"

Murong Yi picked up Su Wan'er in front of Lin Qianqian and ran straight into the house. In the critical moment, he accidentally bumped into Lin Qianqian, but he did not turn around to look. Instead, he shouted to call the doctor.

Lin Qianqian stood frozen in place, her heart ice-cold. She couldn't recover for a long time, unable to utter a single word, and almost fell. Xiao Die, seeing this, felt a pang of heartache and quickly supported her, calling out, "Miss~"

The doctor arrived shortly afterward.

Murong Yi ordered someone to remove her wet clothes, drape her in simple garments, and then lay her on the bed while the doctor took her pulse.

Su Wan'er's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color. Her wet hair clung messily to her cheeks, making her look even more haggard.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her chapped lips trembled slightly from time to time, as if she were enduring great pain. Each breath was weak and rapid, and her chest rose and fell very slowly, as if she had used up all her strength.

Beside the bed, the doctor was intently taking her pulse, his fingers gently resting on her slender wrist, his brow furrowed, and he remained silent.

Murong Yi was extremely anxious and stayed close to the bedside, her face filled with worry and heartache.

The dimly lit room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere. Su Wan'er lay weakly on the bed, her pale face appearing even more haggard in the candlelight.

At the bedside, the doctor stood with a solemn expression, his fingers resting on Su Wan'er's delicate pulse, remaining silent for a long time.

Ninth Prince Murong Yi's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his face filled with anxiety and worry, his eyes reddening as he stared intently at the doctor, his voice trembling with barely concealed distress: "Doctor, how is she? Tell me quickly!"

The doctor withdrew his hand, bowed respectfully, and replied with a hint of worry, "Your Highness, after Consort Su fell into the water, she was attacked by cold pathogens and choked on water. Now, the pathogens in her body are attacking each other, causing a high fever. Her condition is not optimistic."

Upon hearing this, Murong Yi's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with panic. He took a step forward, his hands clenching involuntarily, and exclaimed excitedly, "Not optimistic? What does that mean? I only want her to be safe and sound! You must do everything you can to cure her!"

The doctor quickly bowed again and reassured her, "Your Highness, please rest assured. I will prescribe a medicine to relieve the exterior cold, clear heat and expel evil, and with careful recuperation, Consort Su will be blessed with good fortune. As long as she takes her medicine on time and rests more, she will surely recover gradually."

Murong Yi nodded slightly, his brows still furrowed, his voice choked with emotion: "Alright, quickly prescribe the medicine. If anything goes wrong with her, I will hold you responsible!" After saying that, he turned to look at Su Wan'er, his eyes filled with heartache and reluctance.

Upon hearing Murong Yi's urging, the doctor dared not delay for a moment. He hurriedly got up, walked quickly to the table, spread out the paper, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and quickly wrote down the prescription. Although the handwriting was hurried, it was still neat.

After writing it down, he handed the prescription to the servant waiting nearby and repeatedly reminded him of the precautions for decocting the medicine.

Murong Yi never left Su Wan'er's bedside. He sat beside the couch, gently holding Su Wan'er's bloodless hand, his eyes filled with heartache and worry, gazing at her without stopping.

Su Wan'er slowly opened her eyes, her gaze revealing weakness and helplessness. She moved her chapped lips slightly, her voice weak yet pitiful: "Your Highness... I... I have deep feelings for Your Highness, I am definitely not the kind of person who would rise to power for fame and fortune." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, as if she were filled with grievances.

Murong Yi gently stroked her hair and comforted her tenderly, "I know Wan'er's true feelings, and of course I believe in you! Don't say that."

Upon hearing this, Su Wan'er burst into tears, which slid down her cheeks. She sobbed, "Of course the prince believes me, but my sister... she suddenly humiliated me today, saying that I approached the prince only for wealth and glory. When I retorted, she pushed me into the water. I am truly wronged."

As she spoke, she gripped Murong Yi's sleeve tightly with her hand, her body trembling slightly, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice and was completely helpless.

Murong Yi's gentle gaze instantly turned cold, his brows furrowed, and his eyes filled with rage. He slammed his fist on the bedside table and roared, "Outrageous! How dare she be so audacious! I will not let her off easily! Wan'er, rest and recover. I will definitely seek justice for you!"

Murong Yi carefully and gently placed Su Wan'er on the bed, then slowly sat down and gently embraced her weak body. His voice was deep and full of tenderness as he whispered in her ear, "Wan'er, don't be afraid anymore. With me here, I will definitely protect you."

He gently stroked her back, again and again, trying to soothe her unease. After a long while, he released her, turned to the attendants beside him, and with a serious expression and firm tone, ordered, "Listen to me, all of you! You must take good care of Consort Su. If there is any mishap, I will hold you all responsible!"

Having said that, he suddenly stood up, turned around, and strode towards the door. His steps were quick and powerful, each one firm and steady, and his wide robes rustled loudly with his movements, creating a gust of wind that seemed to carry endless majesty and anger.

Along the way, the servants, seeing his menacing demeanor, were so frightened that they dared not even breathe and quickly stepped aside to avoid him.

Once Murong Yi's figure had completely disappeared outside the door, the atmosphere in the room instantly changed. Su Wan'er, who had previously looked weak and helpless, instantly lost her fear and apprehension, replaced by a smug expression.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, forming an almost imperceptible curve, and her eyes gleamed with a cunning light, as if she were secretly celebrating yet another successful scheme.