The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 811: Chapter 809: She is a Heartless Person

She drank too quickly, choking in her throat, and suddenly she began to cough violently.

Chu Yifeng scooped her into his arms, gently patting her back to help her catch her breath.

As he patted, Rong Sheng said, “It wasn’t poisoned.”

Just now, she simply hadn’t wanted him to drink the wine that the female servant had offered.

Chu Yifeng found it amusing. “I can tell. Even if there were poison, you would still feed it to me rather than drink it yourself.”

Though Rong Sheng was cool and detached, she always valued her life greatly. No matter how he tormented her, she never considered ending her own life. Once, she had told him, “Chu Yifeng, you only live once, and life is not to be wasted or squandered. Since you’ve come into this world, even if it means suffering broken bones and leading an unremarkable existence, you must still live on properly.”

She spoke with such righteous conviction that he, a man who had strayed onto a wicked path, found himself without words to argue against her.

That’s why he always wanted to drag her down with him, to fall from grace together.

However, no matter how hard he pulled, Rong Sheng remained a high and lofty fairy.

She never fell to the mortal world, never tainted by a breath of worldly vulgarity.

“I… would never poison you.”

Rong Sheng’s speech was somewhat halting, as if she had never said such things before. Therefore, her expression while speaking was stiff and unfamiliar.

“Really?” Chu Yifeng was quite surprised, his laughter tinged with disdain and contempt.

He knew that Rong Sheng was trying to lull him into complacency before killing him.

After all, his body carried numerous marks from Rong Sheng’s previous attempts.

A few years ago, had he not awoken in time, Rong Sheng’s golden hairpin would have pierced straight through his heart.

“Yes, Chu Yifeng, do not underestimate my feelings for you.”

Rong Sheng looked intently at Chu Yifeng. As a heartless person, in order to let her feelings surface, she had to tear open the seal over her heart.

Now, she was doing it herself.

Chu Yifeng was momentarily stunned, his mind flashing back to what he had just seen—the way Chu Yihan had been protecting Su Yingxue, and how she tenderly called him, hubby.

It was disgustingly sweet.

“Rong Sheng, you are a heartless person. How could you have any feelings for me?” Chu Yifeng’s lips curled into a mocking arc.

Rong Sheng took his hand and placed it over her heart, “I do.”

Below Chu Yifeng’s palm, the sound of a heart beating: “Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump thump…”

Su Yingxue and Chu Yihan awoke once more, and upon opening their eyes, they were again in the Silver Moon Pavilion.

Su Yingxue, looping her arm through Chu Yihan’s, grumbled, “Hubby, your brother is seriously ill! We’ve only been gone half a day, and he’s resorted to such tactics!”

Chu Yifeng, as the Silver Moon Pavilion Master, was the king of Yungui City!

To bring them back, even Su Yingxue and Chu Yihan were caught off guard without a whisper of warning.

This was a dining hall for use, grand enough to rival the banquet hall of the imperial palace, with treasures on display that even the palace might not possess.

Su Yingxue thought to herself, as Pavilion Master, Chu Yifeng truly lived more freely than as a prince.

“Servants, serve the dishes.”

Chu Yifeng entered from outside, leading Rong Sheng by the hand, with a smile on his face.

Seeing his smile, Su Yingxue felt somewhat creeped out. “Chu Yifeng, what madness has possessed you this time?”

What was his purpose in bringing them back here only to offer them a meal? “Nothing much, just a grand scheme to deal with Wu Dao. We should at least eat our fill first, right? You and Yihan need to take care of yourselves properly, and as your brother, 1 naturally can’t be stingy.”

Chu Yifeng’s mouth curled upwards, his mood inexplicably buoyant.

His reference to Yihan successfully disgusted Chu Yihan, prompting him to confront Chu Yifeng, “Are you conspiring with Wu Dao to trap us here to death?”