The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 192 "The Self-Inflicted Injury"?
Jiang Jinshuang was chatting with Si Ning when she heard Jing Mo's voice and she turned around sharply to look at the person who had come in.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Jingmo's forehead, and he looked anxious. He arrived in front of Jiang Jinshuang, panting heavily.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned: "What did you say?"

"My lord, my lord fainted as soon as he returned to Wenshan Pavilion. The imperial physician was summoned, but he has not yet woken up. We do not know what is wrong with him!"

Jiang Jinshuang frowned even more: "What happened? Wasn't he already cured?"

"I...I don't know either..." Jingmo said anxiously, his face pale. "I beg Your Highness to go and see my master!"

Jiang Jinshuang pursed her lips and turned to Si Ning: "Si Ning, go find Mr. He and tell him to go to Wenshan Pavilion to see me."

Si Ning nodded slightly, a calm smile still on her lips: "Your Highness should go and see Lord Pei first. Perhaps he will already be awake when we arrive at Wenshan Pavilion."

Jiang Jinshuang had no suspicions, nodded, and let Jingmo lead the way, walking quickly towards the direction of Wenshan Pavilion.

Jiang Jinshuang felt a little guilty.

It wasn't because she cared about Pei Du's condition, but rather because she felt that if something happened to him now, it would seem like she would bear the responsibility.

After all, he fell seriously ill because he knelt before the palace for three days and three nights.

Although she told him that she didn't owe him any favors, Jiang Jinshuang still felt a little guilty when it came to it.

The two walked quickly, and after entering Wenshan Pavilion, Jiang Jinshuang went almost straight to Pei Du's bedroom.

Outside the bedroom, several imperial physicians had just come out of the room.

Upon seeing this, Jingmo hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Imperial Physician, how is my master?"

The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his brow: "Lord Jingmo, please forgive me, this humble official... truly has no idea why you have fallen into a coma."

The imperial physician beside him hurriedly added, "Perhaps the illness has not yet healed, and coupled with the fact that he walked too much today and did not take good care of himself, he fainted."

The implication is that no illness can be diagnosed?

Jiang Jinshuang stood outside the bedroom with her thin lips pressed tightly together, her expression solemn.

After consulting with the imperial physicians, Jingmo had several servants send them away before entering the bedroom to check on the patients.

It only took half an hour to get inside.

Jingmo stood stiffly outside the bedroom door, forcing a smile at Jiang Jinshuang: "Your Highness... my master has just regained some consciousness, would you like to come and see him?"

Jiang Jinshuang frowned slightly.

She finally stepped into Pei Du's bedroom.

Sandalwood curls.

Jiang Jinshuang stood in the outer room, while the light curtains of the inner room fell down, and the wisps of sandalwood incense wafted and landed on the screen, like auspicious clouds under a crane spreading its wings on the screen, slowly dispersing.

Through the curtains, Jiang Jinshuang could not see what was happening inside.

She heard Pei Du coughing violently.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "I have already called Mr. He over, so you don't need to worry."

Behind the curtain.

The man's voice was low and hoarse: "Your Highness, please forgive me. It was Jingmo who summoned Your Highness without my permission."

It's not a big deal.

But now that Pei Du has said this, it carries a hint of...

Jiang Jinshuang was unsure.

Anyway, it felt a bit eerie.

Before anyone knew it, Jingmo had already left and closed the door.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned slightly, still standing outside the curtain, her tone cold: "Since Lord Pei has woken up, then I shall take my leave."

Before she could even lift her foot, the man behind the curtain coughed a few more times, as if he was having some difficulty breathing.

"Respectfully seeing Your Highness off. It's just a minor injury or illness. Jingmo is making a mountain out of a molehill. Your Highness need not worry."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang scoffed lightly, licked her upper palate with her tongue, and her eyes dimmed slightly.

"Since Lord Pei's condition is so serious, it is naturally inappropriate for me to leave."

After a pause, Jiang Jinshuang raised an eyebrow and stepped behind the curtain: "I have some knowledge of medicine, so why don't I examine Lord Pei?"

As they finished speaking, Jiang Jinshuang had already lifted the curtain and walked to Pei Du's bedside. The curtains on the bed were also hanging down.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned slightly and reached out a hand to pull back the bed curtains!

The hand had just been in the middle of the bed curtains when—the next second—

A long, slender, and icy hand grasped her delicate wrist. Caught off guard, Jiang Jinshuang fell to the ground under the force of that hand!

The world is spinning!

When Jiang Jinshuang finally came to her senses, the man's weight was pressing down on her. She looked up slightly and saw Pei Du wearing a loose robe, the front of which was half-covered and half-revealed. He had one hand holding both of her arms and raising them above her head.

A strong sandalwood scent wafted through the air.

It's no longer the crisp and elegant sandalwood scent.

It was even more intense, as if it wanted to engulf her.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned slightly, but a cold smile appeared on her lips as she raised her eyebrows and looked at the person on top of her.

"Lord Pei, you look quite well."

Pei Du remained silent.

His cold eyes seemed to reveal no emotion.

He was used to suppressing his emotions and rarely showed them outwardly.

The front of her dress was hanging down, offering no real cover whatsoever. In fact, if Jiang Jinshuang were particularly lustful, she might have looked down along the wide-open dress...

Jiang Jinshuang raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a nonchalant expression.

The man's hair was long and smooth.

Even compared to Jiang Jinshuang, she is superior.

His long, dark hair fell down his shoulders and landed on the side of Jiang Jinshuang's face.

Somewhat itchy.

Jiang Jinshuang even suspected that Pei Du might have been a sandalwood spirit in his past life, since even his hair carried a faint sandalwood scent.

I shifted my body uncomfortably.

But the moment she moved, the finger bones gripping her wrists tightened even more.

Jiang Jinshuang's angle was not actually level with Pei Du's gaze.

Go even lower, and you can see the man's Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

His long hair was unadorned, cascading down the bed like a waterfall.

He didn't speak, his cold, dark eyes just staring at her, unblinking.

Seeing this, Jiang Jinshuang raised an eyebrow slightly: "Pei Du, speak."

She doesn't really like this position.

She was even less satisfied with the way Pei Du looked at her.

His dark eyes flickered slightly, and the man's voice still carried the hoarseness of a recent cough: "The medicinal cuisine, is it delicious?"

A completely random sentence.

Jiang Jinshuang understood. She tilted her head and gave him a provocative look: "Thanks to the Prime Minister's sudden illness, I haven't had any food yet."

The grip on her wrist seemed to loosen slightly.

But Jiang Jinshuang's lips curled into a wicked smile: "But don't worry, Lord Pei, there will be plenty of time for him and me in the future."

She was pleased to see Pei Du's beautiful, thin lips pressed into a straight line.

The man lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse and low.

"Jiang Jinshuang, Jiangnan is rainy."

Why are we suddenly bringing this up again?
Jiang Jinshuang frowned slightly, a hint of confusion in her eyes: "So?"

"Don't go to Jiangnan."

He said.