The Sick King Loves His Evil Wife

I heard that Prince Rong, whom she was going to marry, was going to die soon? Not bad, the family property and everything else is his own. However, should he be so kind to himself? It was so good that I couldn't bear to let him die. When the prime minister's legitimate daughter, who has an evil destiny, marries the sick and frail prince who will soon die, it brings not despair, but sweet hope. He loves her deeply, dotes on her extremely, and puts the best in front of her, but he is unwilling to touch her because he cannot grow old with her. In the future, she will meet another man who loves her deeply to spend her life with her, even though he is jealous. She disguises herself as a man, prospering in the business world, and attracts countless men. Little do they know that she is searching all over the world just to find a famous doctor who can cure his chronic illness so that they can stay together for the rest of their lives. She only has one sentence for those men who stick to her, can she cure them? If not, just walk away. Fragment 1: "Fan'er, what are you doing?" The man was a little surprised. "Sleep." The woman said matter-of-factly. "Your room is next door." The man reminded. "But I like this room." It was obvious that he was cheating. "Then I'll sleep in another room." He reluctantly compromised. "No!" She said playfully. "Fan'er," the man's voice was gentle and pure, with helplessness and tolerance, "don't act like a child." "I'm not a child, I want to have a child with you." The people outside the room who risked their lives to eavesdrop immediately broke into cold sweat. The princess usually looked cold and indifferent, but she didn't realize that she was so fierce. Excerpt 2: On a sunny afternoon one day, a certain woman was lying on her husband's lap leisurely basking in the sun, but suddenly she remembered something. A certain woman sat up, "Rong Shu," she liked to call him by his name, "if your illness had not been cured, would you really have left me alone?" "Otherwise? Should I take you with me?" A certain woman was disappointed, the answer was far from the answer she wanted, "You should say, even if I die, my soul will always be with you." The man objected, "Are you afraid? Besides, if a person dies like a lamp, how can there be a soul?" "It's really rotten wood that cannot be carved. Why doesn't it have a soul?" A certain woman lay back on her husband's lap, not forgetting to glare at him secretly. The man laughed, leaned over and kissed a certain woman on the forehead, "Fan'er, it's great to be with you like this." This article is a pet article, one-on-one, the male and female protagonists are both physically and mentally clean, and you are welcome to jump into the trap.