"Your Highness, I… I only have one last sentence."
On the embroidered bed, the girl's face was pale, and black blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.
This is unsightly.
She nervously wiped it, only to find that she couldn't stop it.
Instead, it became more and more.
The man sat on the edge of the bed, looking down. The scene before him seemed to cause him no emotional fluctuation, "I've told you everything I need to say."
"Did you truly never like me?" the girl's voice trembled.
"No."
She blinked, and crystal tears slid down, carrying a hint of pleading. "Even a little bit would be good. I… I can learn to be more like her."
"No matter how much you learn, you are not her."
The light words shattered the girl's last shred of hope.
No one wishes to die.
But sorrow is greater than despair.
The last glimmer of light in the girl's eyes completely dimmed.
Her chest heaved violently, her rib cage sounding like a bellows, each breath incredibly difficult.
After a long while, she was completely still.
When Ye Qingcheng regained consciousness, this was the scene that appeared in her mind.
"Yun'er..."
It was as if someone was murmuring softly by her ear.
While speaking, they gently caressed her cheek.
The tone was tender, filled with affection.
Audacious.
Hadn't she been bitten to death by a zombie? Which fool dared to tease her like this? The last person who dared to speak disrespectfully to her was already three feet tall on their grave.
Her eyelids felt heavy, and her body felt as if it were burning, causing intense pain.
In the darkness, Ye Qingcheng tried to open her eyes, but failed.
Another voice suddenly sounded, "Reporting to Your Highness, the Princess Consort has passed away. Should we notify the others?"
Your Highness?
Princess Consort?
What the heck? Were they the two people who just appeared in her mind?
"No rush. You go to the palace first and invite Imperial Physician Tang over. Say the Princess Consort suddenly suffered from heart palpitations and ask him to come." The voice that had been murmuring earlier was very low, carrying a magnetic quality.
"Yes."
The large hands that had been caressing her cheek suddenly tightened, gripping her chin and shaking her head from side to side.
"Tsk, only from this angle does she resemble Yun'er." The person snorted with a hint of displeasure, "It's better that she's dead."
Heh, so she should just die?
Ye Qingcheng held her breath and concentrated, finally managing to open her eyes.
Her eyes were a bit dry. What met her gaze was an intricately carved wooden beam, with silk curtains hanging down, exuding an ancient charm.
A man sitting by the bedside had long hair flowing down, which seemed a bit out of place with his luxurious attire.
Seeing her wake up, the hand on her face was instantly flung away, carrying surprise and disgust.
As if he had touched something dirty.
Compared to the affectionate tone just moments ago, he was like a completely different person.
Ye Qingcheng stared at the man's face for a long time. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Just as she was about to speak, a sharp pain shot through her head.
Countless memories that did not belong to her poured in like a tide, causing her temples to throb.
She had transmigrated.
Into a novel she had read, a fictional historical romance with a satisfying plot.
The original heroine, with her heart full of love mistakenly given to a scumbag, ended up with a ruined family and a tragic end. Reborn, the heroine resolved to tear the scumbag apart and decided to marry the Regent, who had silently protected her in her previous life. Together with the scumbag's mortal enemy, she would rise step by step and live happily ever after.
A very inspiring story.
If she were the heroine.
But as fate would have it, she had transmigrated into a cannon fodder supporting character with the same name, Ye Qingcheng. Because she resembled the heroine from a certain angle, she was taken a fancy to by the Regent Xiao Wangye. She went from being an unfavored illegitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites to the Regent's Princess Consort.
Pity the original owner, who thought she had met her destined love and loved him with all her heart, obediently following the male lead's every word.
Even though she knew on her wedding night that she was merely a substitute.
She was still content, dutifully playing the role of a pet that could be summoned and dismissed at will.
Now that the heroine, Murong Yun, had returned from rebirth and proactively offered to marry Xiao Wangye, Ye Qingcheng, the substitute, had lost her purpose.
If she guessed correctly, the scene that had just appeared in her mind was the original owner's final memory.
When Ye Qingcheng had read this plot in her previous life, she had thought the male lead was quite devoted in his madness, unwilling to wrong the heroine. Now, thinking about it, bah! A cold-blooded ghost who disregarded human life!
However...
Ye Qingcheng lifted her eyelids, her gaze fixed directly on the man's face before her.
These eyebrows, this nose bridge, and these thin lips...
They were exactly the same as her first love in her past life.
Could it be that after his death, he had also transmigrated?
The thought, once it arose, was dismissed by Ye Qingcheng.
How could she, the number one divine physician of the apocalypse, entertain such a ridiculous notion?
Perhaps it was her gaze that was too intense. Xiao Wangye's eyebrows subtly arched. Seemingly having lost all patience, he picked up a bowl of medicinal soup beside him and brought it to her lips. With his other hand, he tightly gripped her chin, intending to force-feed her the medicine.
Ye Qingcheng was greatly startled.
"Don't you like me very much? Be good, drink the medicine obediently, and you'll be fine after a nap." Xiao Wangye wore a smile on his lips, his tone coaxing.
Despite the exceedingly gentle tone, it sent a chill down her spine.
Crazy pervert!
Her title as divine physician in her past life was not earned in vain. Ye Qingcheng could tell the composition of this bowl of soup just by smelling it.
Soul-luring Grass, Gold Coin Spring.
These two herbs were extremely potent. When taken together, they were equivalent to a modern, amplified aphrodisiac. One had to engage in intercourse, otherwise, they would die from agonizing pain.
This was exactly how Ye Qingcheng had met her end moments ago.
She could clearly feel her body's craving.
A cold glint flashed in Ye Qingcheng's eyes. Having experienced the apocalypse, she cherished life more than anyone.
Now that she had miraculously survived, she absolutely would not die again!
She bit down hard on her teeth, refusing to let Xiao Wangye succeed.
The man narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with an unfathomable darkness.
According to the dosage just administered, this woman shouldn't have woken up again.
She shouldn't have woken up at all.
The force of the hand gripping her chin increased continuously. Ye Qingcheng cried out in pain as her mouth was pried open.
The bitter medicinal liquid gushed into her mouth.
And Ye Qingcheng finally seized the opportunity. Her legs nimbly hooked onto the man's legs, her slender waist bending into an incredible arc. Using her skill, she cleanly knocked him over and straddled him.
As expected, her gamble paid off.
The male lead's legs had been poisoned and lost their sensation, forcing him to use a wheelchair. His lower body was his fatal weakness.
Xiao Wangye was somewhat stunned.
Before he could react, Ye Qingcheng directly covered his lips.
Their lips met.
The man exuded a chilling killing intent all over.
Ye Qingcheng didn't care about anything else and directly transferred the medicine in her mouth.
Facing such a familiar face, Ye Qingcheng was momentarily lost in thought. She even instinctively extended her tongue and licked him.
"Ye Qingcheng!" Xiao Wangye's face was as dark as ink, his ferocity fully displayed.
Had this woman, after narrowly escaping death, grown bold enough to eat leopard hearts?
Ye Qingcheng was pushed away unceremoniously, rolling off the bed.
Xiao Wangye practically sprang from the bed, coughing continuously, trying to expel the medicine, but it was in vain.
He looked up fiercely, his gaze radiating a killing intent so strong that if eyes could kill, the woman before him would have died ten thousand times over.
And yet, the woman who had been thrown to the ground in a dishevelled state actually grinned, a smug look on her face, "Xiao Wangye, now that you've also taken the medicine, if you don't sleep with me, then we'll die together!"