How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 23: Has She Given Up on the Third Prince?

Tang Peilin was on the brink of death, but miraculously brought back to life by a bit of herbal medicine. However, his mind was still foggy, and his head felt like it was about to split open.

Parts of his body had become numb. Upon lifting his clothes, he saw dark bruises spreading over his skin, where the venomous insects had bitten him.

He had just woken for less than ten minutes before falling back into a muddled sleep.

Mrs. Li was bitten too, but her injuries were not as severe as Tang Peilin’s.

After seeing that her two daughters were unharmed, she let out a deep breath. However, upon noticing Aunt Lin was awake, she couldn’t help but frown.

The entire family of the main house had already reached their limits.

Pei Shu’er raised an eyebrow; the family’s situation was dire, yet they hadn’t died. Their resilience seemed invincible.

Or was it that the plot hadn’t reached their demise, and as long as there was a glimmer of hope, they wouldn’t die?

Previously, thanks to Pei Shu’er’s initiative, not many people in the group had died. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

While resting in the dense forest, everyone would go hunting or fishing.

When resting on flat ground, they would dig up roots to fill their stomachs.

Or they would consume previously stored food.

Pei Shu’er treated the ailments as well, so apart from the time when they first encountered wolves and lost thirty lives, only one or two people died each day thereafter.

These were the ones who couldn’t get medical attention in time.

So along the journey, only seventy to eighty people had died, and they had covered half the distance, dying at less than twenty percent, which was already considered few.

But this time, in one fell swoop, they lost two-fifths of the group, leaving only two-fifths remaining.

Moreover, according to Pei Shu’er, those poisoned would continue to die along the way.

As they pressed onward, the environment grew harsher, and who knew how many more would fall?

The collective mood was one of deep sadness.

The sound of the government officer’s whip and the wailing became the only noise as no one spoke any longer.

After the government officer banged a gong to urge them along, Tang Zan stood still at the front.

When Pei Shu’er approached, Tang Zan reached out and held onto her.

Tang Zan himself was momentarily stunned, quickly releasing Pei Shu’er.

Pei Shu’er looked up at Tang Zan, her eyes filled with confusion.

Tang Zan waited for Pei Shu’er to speak, but she remained silent.

Seeing her turn to leave, Tang Zan spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"Even the government officials who’ve traversed this path many times didn’t know there were miasmic poisons in the forest."

Even his intelligence didn’t mention miasmic poisons here; how could Pei Shu’er have known?

Pei Shu’er noticed the doubt in Tang Zan’s dark eyes.

Her heart lurched—had the antagonist discovered something?

She carefully considered the difference between her personality and her original character’s.

After a brief reflection, she realized her portrayal might seem inconsistent.

Pei Shu’er had a somewhat flirty and charming nature, whereas her demeanor seemed overly calm.

Clearly, she had been careless and needed to avoid further mistakes.

How would Pei Shu’er react when questioned?

When she looked up again, the clarity in her eyes was replaced with a teasing gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips, her tone soft and alluring.

"Didn’t my husband just ask me this? Why ask again now?"

With that, Pei Shu’er took a few steps toward Tang Zan, gently brushing off nonexistent dust from his clothes.

A shallow smile lingered at the corner of her mouth, her alluring eyes captivating.

"Does my husband not trust me?"

Tang Zan felt as though the fabric touched by Pei Shu’er burned, the sensation spreading to his core, retreating half a step as if scalded.

He frowned and looked down at Pei Shu’er, finding her gazing up, her eyes clear and reflecting him.

The touch of red at her eye’s corner was inexplicably alluring.

Tang Zan’s Adam’s apple moved, followed by a sarcastic laugh.

"Let’s not forget, we still haven’t completed our wedding ceremony."

They never had the chance for the matrimonial bow before getting captured.

Pei Shu’er’s smile deepened: "The heir is right."

This saved her the trouble of writing a divorce paper later.

Once they reached the exile location, she could simply leave.

Thinking of the freedom from shackles felt wonderful.

Her spirit felt free.

When Liu Xu heard Tang Zan’s words, her mild temper vanished, and she began to scold Tang Zan.

"What nonsense are you speaking, Shu’er is your wife, a member of our Tang Family. Talk like that again, and don’t blame me for disowning you as my son."

Tang Zan felt helpless; Pei Shu’er was merely the Third Prince’s spy, though her real purpose remained unknown.

It had barely been over a month, yet his mother already defended Pei Shu’er.

He couldn’t help but sigh, having spoken impulsively for the thrill of it.

Besides, he wanted to see Pei Shu’er flustered, believing her cheeks would flush, her eyes sparkle with anger, looking vivid and lively.

Not like now, with her face seemingly masked.

Knowing Pei Shu’er was a plant, having feelings for her would mean he lost his mind.

He scoffed, not contradicting Liu Xu.

Liu Xu held Pei Shu’er, soothing her gently, genuine affection in her gaze.

"Shu’er, Zan’er’s always been carefree. Back in the Capital, his father disciplined him often. I know he only talks harshly; deep down, he’s already accepted you as the daughter-in-law of our Tang Family."

Pei Shu’er smiled silently, knowing Tang Zan hadn’t given up on probing her.

Moreover, every night as she slept, she felt a cold gaze watching her, monitoring her like a lurking wolf.

If she slipped up, that wolf would pounce without hesitation, going for her throat.

Tang Zan trailed a few steps behind Pei Shu’er, focusing on her silhouette up ahead.

Only then did he notice Pei Shu’er’s straight posture and graceful gait.

While fellow exiles looked disheveled and carried the scent of sweat and filth.

Pei Shu’er exuded fragrance, with neat makeup and impeccably arranged hair.

Even with patched clothing, she remained clean.

Throughout the journey, she never uttered a word of complaint.

His frown deepened, realizing Pei Shu’er completely differed from what he knew of her; yet, her actions had a logical thread.

Like gradually becoming closer with the Tang Family’s third household, subtly showcasing her cooking skills.

Most significantly, she previously couldn’t stop mentioning the Third Prince, yet hadn’t in nearly a month.

Thinking of this, Tang Zan frowned further.

Had she truly given up on the Third Prince?

Heh, whether she gave up or not, what did it matter to him?

After all, it was a marriage sanctioned by the Emperor.

They hadn’t even completed the ceremony.

What did it have to do with him?