My Wife is a Psychic

Everyone looked at each other. The people sent by the palace did it, but they did not know what they did.

In the room, Zhao Ruifeng was lying there, his chest not moving at all. The imperial physicians examined it countless times and looked at each other before shaking their heads. “He doesn’t have any fatal injuries or signs of poisoning, but…” the man said. One of the Imperial physicians muttered to himself for a while before continuing, “But he’s not breathing either. He’s not breathing.”

The imperial physician sighed. Such a young man was gone just like that… Tthe man would have looked like he was asleep. Who would have thought that he was already dead?

Jiang Xi was dumbfounded, as if she could not hear anything. She shielded herself from everything around her and looked at Zhao Ruifeng in a daze. “But he was just… Just smiling at me…” Jiang Xi’s body trembled, and the baby in her belly also kept rolling, as if it could feel Jiang Xi’s sadness.

“Nonsense! You’re all talking nonsense!” Jiang Xi’s eyes turned red, and tears fell in the blink of an eye. She pushed the imperial physician away like a madman and went forward to hold Zhao Ruifeng tightly.

The saintess’ heart sank as she knelt outside. She pulled the little girl and rushed in. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Jiang Xi kneeling in front of Zhao Ruifeng with a big belly. The man, who always had a cold face, was lying quietly without a sound. Even when Jiang Xi shook him hard, he did not move at all.

The imperial preceptor’s heart trembled, and he took a step back, falling against the door. His whole body seemed to have been drained of strength, gasping for breath, and his eyes stared at Zhao Ruifeng, who was lying on the bed.

“How could… How could it be like this…” The imperial preceptor rushed up in a hurry and was about to check Zhao Ruifeng’s breathing when he was pushed away by Jiang Xi. “Get lost!” Jiang Xi raised her head with a cold expression and lifeless eyes. The violent aura around her was undisguisable, as if she could crush anyone into pieces if they got close.

The saintess pulled the imperial preceptor, her eyes full of fear. She had seen Jiang Xi like this once in her previous life, and that was something she would never want to remember.

“Don’t go over, don’t go over, you can’t go over.” The saintess mumbled absentmindedly and pulled the little girl to kneel on the ground, not daring to make any noise.

The imperial physician looked at them. “We have checked countless times. So many imperial physicians have confirmed that General Zhao Ruifeng has not only stopped breathing, but many of his organs have failed. He is in a state of death.” The imperial physicians were also a little puzzled. The man had no pulse or breathing, and his body was even starting to turn cold. They diagnosed that this man had been dead for at least a while and definitely not just passed away. However, he did not say this out loud, because it was too outrageous.

“The strange thing is that General Zhao Ruifeng has no fatal injuries on his body. He doesn’t even have any symptoms of sudden death. Has General Zhao suddenly fainted before?” The Imperial physician was very confused.

Jiang Xi shook her head. She had only spent three or four days with Zhao Ruifeng. She knew too little about him, and they had spent too little time together. Jiang Xi held Zhao Ruifeng in her arms and felt that his body was cold and lifeless. She cried silently, her hands grabbing Zhao Ruifeng’s arm tightly. She lay on his body, trying to hear his heartbeat or breathing, but there was nothing. She could even feel his body slowly becoming stiff.

“You don’t want me anymore? Don’t you want a child? Get up! Quickly get up!” Jiang Xi grabbed Zhao Ruifeng’s hand and tried to drag him up.

At this moment, the imperial preceptor stumbled out of the door, wanting to check the ancient records. ‘Impossible, impossible! How could a person with heaven’s blight suddenly die after meeting the destined person! Something must have gone wrong somewhere! Something must have gone wrong!’

Zhao Ruifeng lay in the saintess’ palace for three days. No, in other words, he was dead for three days. The saintess and the little girl also knelt at the door for three days. No one could persuade them to get up. Without Jiang Xi’s order, they did not dare to move. The hearts of the people of the saintess’ palace were burning with anxiety. The saintess did not dare to get up, eat, sleep, or drink. How could they bear it if this continued? Even when it was raining heavily, the two of them were still kneeling there, unmoving.