How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 556: Still Blaming Him?
Moreover, he didn’t even ask about his own wife.
But still, there was a smile on his face.
"All well, they are all fine now."
Pei Yu nodded, then said, "I want to see them."
Hearing this, an alarm rang in Yinxing’s heart.
The Princess Consort had given orders that no one was allowed to enter the Prince Mansion.
And Pei Yu’s condition was obviously not good enough either.
She thought for a while, then said, "It’s possible, Minister Pei, I’ll bring them to the door."
Hearing this, Pei Yu understood and took a step back.
Yinxing quickly called Zihuan to go summon the others.
When Shen Wanqing heard that Pei Yu was coming to see his three children, she couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.
She muttered under her breath, "The sun has risen from the west."
Pei Qingheng and Pei Lingxuan heard their mother’s taunt, but both tacitly ignored it.
But since it was after all their father, Shen Wanqing asked Zihuan.
"How is Pei Yu’s condition?"
Zihuan thought about it and said, "Dark circles under the eyes, a bit pale, and a slight cough."
Zihuan sighed internally. Even though Minister Pei didn’t like Shen Wanqing, she still cared for her husband.
She truly misplaced her trust, following a husband who favors concubines over his legitimate wife.
But soon, she saw Shen Wanqing looking at her three children.
"You heard it, your father may already have the plague. I won’t stop you from seeing him, since it might be the last time."
"However, when you see him, you must wear a mask and keep at least five meters away, do you understand?"
Zihuan’s mouth twitched. She was wrong; this couple held no true feelings for each other.
They really didn’t care about one another.
The Princess Consort said to keep two meters apart and remember to wash hands.
But Shen Wanqing instead insisted on five meters.
You’d have to shout just to talk like that, wouldn’t you?
After giving her instructions, Shen Wanqing put masks on the children carefully before speaking.
"You may go."
Saying this, she lay back down on the Imperial Concubine Couch to read.
Zihuan was taken aback, "Madam, aren’t you going?"
Shen Wanqing shook her head, "He didn’t call for me, what’s the point of going?"
Zihuan sighed once more.
When the three children reached the door, they saw Jingyi take off running.
Out of motherly nature, Shen Wanqing felt uneasy.
No, Pei Yu is cunning; he once tried to pass on venereal disease to her. He might not spare his own kids either.
What if he infects them with the plague?
Thinking of this, Shen Wanqing immediately sat up, looking a bit upset.
"Forget it, I’ll go too."
She had to watch her three children, not letting Pei Yu harm them.
With Shen Wanqing by their side, the children indeed became less mischievous.
Shen Wanqing said, "That’s right, walk slower, don’t rush."
"Also, remember the five meters."
As they reached the door, they saw the children standing right at the entrance.
Shen Wanqing leaned against the wall, not letting Pei Yu see her.
Pei Yu looked at the three children, said some words to them.
Then he stood silently in place for a moment, staring blankly at the courtyard before he turned to leave.
As he left, his silhouette looked somewhat desolate.
After returning, Shen Wanqing had the children bathed, changed their clothes, and had the previously worn clothes boiled for disinfection.
The masks were thrown away and replaced with new ones.
She hadn’t seen Pei Yu just now, to be honest, she didn’t want to see him.
No point, she’s seen enough over the years.
Her heart had long turned cold.
Back at Pei Mansion, Pei Yu was exceptionally silent, not saying a word to the children who came to find him.
He merely handed the paper in his hand to the butler.
"Follow what these two sheets say. Prescribe more preventive medicine."
After saying this, Pei Yu coughed and added, "Also, keep people away from my courtyard."
The butler nodded and left with the papers.
Thereafter, Pei Mansion began taking preventive medicine.
But it stated clearly, once one had the plague, the medicine was useless.
So, those already with the plague found it useless, but those without it indeed remained uninfected.
The medicine was scarce, so Pei Yu issued another order.
Those with the plague weren’t allowed to take it, and the mansion doctors were to be thorough in their examinations.
However, the doctors were already ill; they had no extra energy to look over things.
These days, Pei Yu drifted in and out of consciousness.
He became increasingly silent.
Just when he felt his body was barely holding up.
Pei Yu said, "Bring me a mask, I want to go to Prince Zhan Mansion to see my children."
The butler was puzzled; their master rarely visited the main wife when in good health.
Moreover, previously, the young masters and misses were all at the mansion.
Now, with his body deteriorating and mobility compromised, and they no longer at the mansion, he insisted on seeing them.
Even when witnessing their mistreatment, he showed no reaction.
The butler didn’t understand Pei Yu, but he had to carry out his orders.
When Pei Yu went with people this time, once again, Pei Shu’er was nowhere to be seen.
He asked, "Where is Pei Shu’er?"
Pei Qingheng said, "Sister went to research medicine for treating the plague. If it’s effective, she will distribute it."
Pei Yu was surprised, then smiled.
"Didn’t expect her to be so responsible."
In those words, there was a gentle tone even he didn’t realize.
The butler helped Pei Yu along.
"Let’s go, sir."
Pei Yu nodded, walked several steps, then turned around, as if reluctantly asking another question.
"What about her?"
Pei Jingyi’s gaze instinctively shifted aside.
Pei Yu then realized, Shen Wanqing was nearby, just unwilling to meet him.
Pei Yu couldn’t help but laugh.
"Wanqing, I’m almost dead, why still throw a tantrum?"
Shen Wanqing rolled her eyes and glared at Pei Jingyi, who covered her eyes.
She felt Pei Yu was overthinking; she genuinely felt nothing seeing him, only worried for her children.
Yet, someone as clever as Pei Yu, now calling her name specifically, was only troubling himself.
Had he no idea of the relief without her presence?
With a faint smile, Shen Wanqing walked over, also maintaining a five-meter distance.
"Is there something you need, sir?"
Such an attitude was unprecedented for Shen Wanqing.
She’d been indifferent, detached, indifferent, but never this politely distant.
It seemed just a month apart, a vast chasm had formed between them.
This was thanks to the storybooks Pei Shu’er had given her.
Pei Yu opened his mouth.
"I’m going to die."
Shen Wanqing nodded mildly, saying nothing.
Disappointment flashed in Pei Yu’s eyes.
The hand behind Shen Wanqing’s back started twisting impatiently.
To be honest, she really didn’t care if Pei Yu lived or died.
After all, his presence or absence really made no difference.
