If you examine her body, you will find out what's wrong with her.
He would also know that the information about her that was submitted to the king had been tampered with.
Otherwise, why would they choose someone like her who is dying and so despicable?
Thinking of this, those light golden pupils darkened, and an inexplicable gloom rose from the bottom of his heart.
With each breath, Angie felt a irritation in her lungs, and she quickly raised her hands to press down on her chest.
Trying to soothe the urge to cough.
Looking out the window again, I saw a few scattered carriages passing by, some gorgeous and some simple.
But no matter what the reason was that brought the two of them together, it was undoubtedly a ray of holy light of salvation for Angie's darkest moment.
She stretched out her long fingers and brushed away the soft, flowing hair from his face.
She was mesmerized as she carefully sketched the man resting his head on her legs.
He perfectly inherited Princess Damien's beauty, with a heroic outline, the kind of appearance that would stand out among a crowd of women, coupled with his long straight light blonde hair, ignoring his height and body shape.
Really, he has more charm than women.
What on earth did he look like? He didn't have the majestic and rugged look of a king at all.
She gently twisted a strand of blonde hair between her fingertips and wrapped it around her fingertips.
His eyes were filled with longing.
It takes more than an hour to drive from the palace back to their manor, which means that Denris rested his head on Angie's legs for more than an hour.
When she got off the car, her legs were so numb that she could hardly stand.
Denris picked her up without saying a word.
"Do you want to go back to your room first?"
Angie nodded at him.
The servants who came to greet them were stunned by this sweet scene and started to kowtow.
The eldest prince and his wife were both good-looking. The news that His Highness, who was not interested in women, would take the initiative to approach his wife who was married for political reasons spread throughout the capital in an instant.
This proud and unique flower on the mountaintop was eventually picked.
After Denris carried Angie back to the room, he dragged his tired body back to his bedroom and fell asleep until dinner time.
After recovering his health, Denris, who was hungry and couldn't sit still, leaned on the sofa with his forehead supported, and looked at the retro pendulum clock in the corner of the living room for the Nth time.
I couldn't help but ask the servant again.
"Is she still awake?"
The maid hesitated for a moment. "Your Highness, would you like to have dinner first? Or should I go and wake the princess?"
"Forget it, I'll eat first."
By the time he finished his meal leisurely, Angie hadn't come over yet.
After hesitating for a moment, he said to the servant, "Let's wake up the princess."
He made up another excuse and added, "Dinner is so important, we can't skip it."
"Your Highness, I'm sorry, but the princess won't be having dinner."
At this time, Angie's personal servant passed by with a basin of water and bowed to him.
"What's wrong?"
She is so thin, she can't be losing weight, right?
Denris looked sharply at the small basin of water that the maid held in her arms.
"Are you having a fever again?"
The maid hesitated for a moment and nodded.
"Are you hiding something else?" Denris sharply noticed the maid's hand slightly gripping the edge of the basin.
After saying that, the maid knelt down.
"Your Highness, I'm sorry!"
Not only her, but all the maids around her, including the housekeeper, lowered their heads very low.
For a moment, Denris felt that these old acquaintances who had followed him for more than ten years seemed to have rebelled?
He took a deep breath, his tone a little colder: "Butler, what's going on?"
"Your Highness, please forgive us for not informing you of the princess's condition."
Denris was confused and his eyes turned cold.
The master bedroom on the second floor is Angie's bedroom.
Denris pushed the door open and waved away the servant who was still taking care of the place.
Sitting right beside the bed, I felt a headache when I saw the pale-faced woman lying there, unconscious in her sleep.
"The princess has been sick frequently over the past six months. Her cough has never gone away. She refused to see a doctor or take medicine when she had a fever or a cold, and she has been carrying it all on her own... The princess said she knows her physical condition, but in order not to disturb you, she didn't let us tell you..."
The housekeeper's original words were hesitant, as if he knew he had made a terrible mistake.
What kind of people does he have?
She's been bribed, so what she says is what she means? She's so seriously ill, there's obviously something wrong, yet she's not doing anything!
For the first time, Denris fell into deep self-doubt about this group of old employees who had been carefully screened over the years.
Give them a good scolding and then fine them (deduct money).
Is it a problem with how I judge people, or is there something wrong with them themselves?
Wouldn't she have told him quietly? She was so loyal, and her master was so sick, wouldn't she have made her own decisions? Was she afraid she'd get too carried away?
Denris frowned deeply and complained again in his heart.
Remove the cold towel from Angie's forehead.
His slightly cool fingertips shrank back at the heat.
The cold towel turned into a hot towel in an instant, and the water in the cold water basin became lukewarm after just a few changes.
Realizing the seriousness of the situation and fearing that he could not wait until the next morning to see a doctor, Denris sent someone to bring a doctor overnight.
"How is she?"
A cold voice came from the side hall.
By the time the doctor finished his examination, it was almost dawn.
Denris held his head up tiredly, his long light golden hair hanging down naturally, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Dr. Pemi wore a white coat, silver-rimmed glasses, and a stethoscope hung around his neck.
Although he looks young, he has a bit of belly and his body is round due to poor care.
He stood by the cupboard on the wall, with a small electronic scale next to the medicine box, and measured the dosage of the herbs before instructing the servants to simmer them on low heat the next morning.
Then he pushed his glasses, frowned, and sat down next to Denris.
"It's terrible."
As Dr. Pemi spoke, he took out a pen and notebook from the pocket of his white coat and recorded the patient's condition.
Denris sighed without surprise. He looked weak, but his voice was still cold and stern.
"Just say what you want to say."
"I can't have children."
"...!"
Denris glared at him.
"It's temporary," Dr. Pemi added quickly. "With more care, there's still a chance. Her lungs are severely damaged, and she's experiencing persistent irritating coughs, chest pain, and fever."
"She's thin, has a weak spleen and stomach, suffers from indigestion, and has a poor appetite. She also has a cough, poor sleep quality, and a weak immune system. There are reasons for all of this. Her biological clock, endocrine system, and other body systems are all disrupted. She has many minor ailments that need to be addressed slowly."
Dr. Pemi pushed up his glasses and continued.
"This must be a disease that developed a long time ago. It didn't receive timely treatment and has become a disease due to overwork."
"If the princess wasn't still young, these symptoms would have been too severe for someone older to recover in a few years."
"If you don't get treatment, your life will be in danger!"
Denris was completely stunned.
I thought it was serious, but not this serious. After hearing the doctor's examination results, it was like I was given a critical illness notice.
He was the eldest prince of Attis, and his marriage to the Stuart royal family was the king's idea.
On the surface, they seem to be a perfect match and a happy marriage.
But no one knew that this was a sickly person who could die at any time.
If she died, died here, it would probably be made into a big deal, thus breaking the friendly peace between the two countries for many years and triggering disputes.
Then he, who is at the center of the storm, will inevitably lose his power and will not even know how he died.
Denris immediately thought of the pros and cons behind this.
Their marriage might be a conspiracy.
"How to treat it?"
"I've already given her a cooling spray to reduce her fever. I'll see how the princess is doing tomorrow so I can develop a targeted treatment plan. This illness isn't a minor one, so we can't rush it."
"Hmm..." Denris said in a dull voice, looking out the window at the weather. "It's raining again. You can rest here today. I'll have someone clean up your room."
After saying this, Denris thought again of her talking in her sleep and crying like that last night.
"Okay, Your Highness, go to bed early too."
After saying hello to the doctor, he returned to Angie's bedroom.
She fell into a deep sleep and was not affected by the heavy rain and thunder outside. Her body temperature dropped, but her face was still pale.
"Ah~ You really won't let me rest properly."
While complaining, Denris lifted the quilt beside her, lay down beside her naturally, and held her in his arms.
He felt extremely heavy at the moment.
I repeatedly recalled the doctor's description of my condition and analyzed it carefully.
Why? She was so ill that the king, who chose a wife for him on a whim, didn't know, and neither did he.
Denris held her in his arms and took a light nap for a while. When he woke up, it was already dawn, but the soft little person in his arms showed no sign of waking up.
Angie slept soundly in his arms.
On her bare face, the freckles and the dark circles under her eyes were more obvious, her full and three-dimensional lips were pale, and her skin was a little dry. However, even these minor flaws did not affect her beauty.
It was just pale like a delicate, beautiful, lifeless doll.
He tensed up immediately and stretched out his fingers to touch her cheeks, nose and lips.
The weak breathing and slightly warm temperature coming from under his fingers made him breathe a sigh of relief.
An entire morning passed before Angie finally woke up.
Dr. Pemi examined her further.
Some more problems were found.
"I suggest the princess see a professional psychiatrist. Her menopause and infertility are most likely due to mental and emotional factors.
In addition, when I talked to her, I found that her desire to live was very low and she was somewhat resistant to taking medication. However, she had no signs of self-harm. This could only be a mental illness more serious than depression.
In the side hall, Dr. Pemi listed the precautions for the princess's illness on a smaller list paper.
Denris, who was sitting on the sofa, rubbed his eyes tiredly and pushed his hair back in a slightly irritated manner.
"We need to find a way to increase the princess's appetite first. She's currently too underweight. We also need to adjust her mood. A bad mood can affect her symptoms. Medication can't be used too frequently. If she relies on medication for a long time, her body will develop resistance, which will be even more troublesome."
"We can't use drastic medicine yet. The princess is in too poor a health condition..." Dr. Pemi said as he wrote.
"I will prescribe some medicine for the princess to take for a week. If her condition does not improve, I will have to change the prescription."
Denris stroked the wedding ring on his ring finger and fell into deep thought.
"If Angie's illness continues without treatment, how long can she live?"