Chapter 2 The Emergence of a Portable Space, First Encounter with the Comatose Prince

Chapter 2: The Personal Space Appears, First Encounter with the Comatose Prince

The slap was crisp and loud, leaving a vivid red mark on Ji Qingfeng's face. A burning pain spread throughout his body, his head instantly reeling in disbelief.

Had he just been struck by this weak and useless ugly wretch?

How was that possible?

The slender figure in red at the door receded into the distance. Ji Qingfeng's face twisted with rage. Coming back to his senses, he was about to chase after Ji Yuntang to settle the score.

Ji Qingqing held her breath, hurriedly grabbing his hand to try and gently dissuade him.

"Second Brother, I think we should let it go. Today is Sister's wedding day. We shouldn't create discord and risk upsetting Father and Mother."

Outwardly gentle and considerate, inwardly, Ji Qingqing was panicking.

Ji Yuntang, who had always endured beatings without fighting back and insults without retorting, today not only was eloquent but also struck Ji Qingfeng. Her behavior was completely abnormal. She couldn't allow any further complications.

Once Ji Yuntang married into the Prince Ye's Estate, everything would be settled.

Then, no one could ever take away her position as the legitimate daughter of the House of Marquis Yongning.

Ji Qingfeng had always doted on Ji Qingqing. Hearing her words, he indeed stopped, his expression vicious and resentful. "Pah! Just wait until this ugly wretch returns for the third-day visit. I'll show her then."

Supported by the wedding attendant, Ji Yuntang exited the main gate of the Marquis Yongning's residence. Along the way, she didn't see the original host's parents or grandmother come to bid her farewell.

It was clear how unwelcome she was in this family.

The person sent to fetch the bride was Prince Ye's half-brother, the eighth prince, Prince Chen, Luo Sinian. He had long grown impatient waiting.

"Miss Ji, look at the time. Can you bear the responsibility for missing the auspicious hour?"

Luo Sinian knew that the one marrying today was not the most favored daughter of the House of Marquis Yongning, Ji Qingqing, but a country girl who had only been found a month ago, rumored to have an exceptionally ugly face.

The Marquis Yongning's household clearly placed no importance on this.

Thinking of this, Luo Sinian's expression darkened further. Emperor Jingyang had decreed that a daughter of the Marquis Yongning's household marry Prince Ye for a ritual to ward off deathly illness.

Who would have thought this old fox would exploit a loophole in the imperial decree and bring back a bastard daughter from the countryside?

Indeed, Marquis Yongning, Ji Nanchuan, publicly declared Ji Yuntang was his illegitimate daughter, while Ji Qingqing's status remained that of the legitimate daughter born to him and his principal wife.

In Luo Sinian's view, Prince Ye Luo Junhe's status was supremely noble. Even though he was now bedridden, requiring care for all his needs, it was not something a bastard daughter like Ji Yuntang was a match for.

Ji Yuntang ignored Luo Sinian's words entirely. At this moment, her focus was entirely on her own pulse.

The more she checked, the heavier her heart grew.

After a moment, she withdrew her hand, her almond-shaped eyes turning colder.

Indeed, the original host's death wasn't solely due to hanging; her body had also been poisoned with a deadly poison.

Even the black spots on her face were caused by the accumulation of toxins.

Now, the poison had invaded her vital organs. If she didn't neutralize the poison soon, she might truly have to be buried with Prince Ye tonight.

If only my personal space could have come with me.

As soon as Ji Yuntang had this thought, several modern high-rise buildings appeared before her eyes.

A hospital, a shopping mall, an armory, a farm, and a spiritual spring well all came into view.

Joy surged in Ji Yuntang's heart. Heaven had actually sent her golden finger along as well.

Excellent, she wouldn't have to die.

Ji Yuntang headed straight for the hospital's small pharmacy. She took a detoxification pill from a drawer on the shelf, put it in her mouth, closed her eyes, and quietly regulated her breathing.

Roughly half an hour later, the bridal sedan landed. The wedding attendant's emotionless voice came.

"The Prince Ye's Estate has arrived. The Princess Consort should step out of the sedan."

The Prince Ye's Estate at night was eerie and sinister. There wasn't a hint of the festive atmosphere a wedding night should have; an oppressive atmosphere permeated everywhere.

Others held weddings during the day; only the Prince Ye's Estate held weddings at night.

The rituals of kicking the sedan and stepping over a fire basin were skipped, fast-forwarding directly to the wedding ceremony.

Luo Junhe was paralyzed and unable to move, so Luo Sinian performed the ceremony on his behalf.

He had never been married himself, but this was already the fifth time he had substituted for Luo Junhe in the wedding ceremony.

Only this time did it fill Luo Sinian with resentment.

When she alighted from the sedan earlier, he had inadvertently glimpsed Ji Yuntang's ugly face beneath the veil. Dense black spots covered half her face, more frightening than a malevolent ghost.

The thought of having to perform the ceremony with this woman on behalf of his third brother made Luo Sinian's face darken considerably, and his movements pulling the red silk became much rougher.

Ji Yuntang shook off his hand, pulled down the red veil, and said expressionlessly, "No need for the ceremony. Let's proceed directly to the bridal chamber."

Luo Sinian sneered inwardly. Truly a lowly village girl, so eager to throw herself at a man.

Fine. Since she's in such a hurry for the bridal chamber, he'd see how this woman would be scared out of her wits later.

Ji Yuntang saw the disdain in the man's eyes but paid it no mind.

She had just taken the detoxification pill and needed time to recover. For her, avoiding trouble was better than seeking it; these rituals could be skipped if possible.

Not long after, led by a maid, Ji Yuntang arrived at a courtyard. Looking up, she saw the name—Jinghong Yuan.

"Princess Consort, this is His Highness Prince Ye's room. The Prince Ye's Estate doesn't have as many servants as other princely estates. Once you enter the bridal chamber, no matter what you see, it's best not to trouble the servants. Go in."

With that, the maid pushed her into the room with a rough shove and quickly locked the door.

Ji Yuntang narrowed her beautiful eyes, about to lose her temper, when she felt an overwhelming chill assault her. She shivered from the cold.

Strange. It was already August, yet the entire room was as cold as an ice cellar.

One might think the room had air conditioning.

Air conditioning?

Ji Yuntang jolted. She certainly didn't believe ancient times had such high-tech products as air conditioning.

She walked around the carved screen and quickly entered the inner chamber. Seeing the scene before her, she instantly drew a sharp breath.

In a bathtub filled with ice blocks lay a man, stiff and straight.

He was tall and slender, wearing light red inner garments. The soaked clothes clung to his skin, yet he was as thin as a bamboo pole. His black hair was disheveled, covering half his face. The other half bore wounds deep enough to see bone, with flesh turned outward and skin almost entirely ulcerated.

His neck, behind his ears, the exposed skin—scarcely any part was intact, all of it rotting flesh.

Even though Ji Yuntang had experienced countless battles and treated numerous wounded soldiers, the scene before her still made her eyes widen in shock.

If the visible areas were already this horrific, she dared not imagine how wretched the flesh beneath Prince Ye’s clothes must be.

And what he wore was not some light-red inner garment at all—it had been stained that color by blood.

Soaking in ice water while wounds festered and oozed pus—how much pain must he be in?

Ji Yuntang now understood why Ji Qingqing avoided this marriage like the plague, unwilling to wed even if it meant death.

Even if the other party was noble, a prince, probably no woman would be willing to marry such a husband.

“Your Highness Prince Ye, can you hear me?”

Ji Yuntang slowly approached, trying to speak to him, but received no response from the man.

If not for the slight rise and fall of Luo Junhe’s chest, she would have thought he was already dead.

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