How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space Chapter 599: You Sound So Lovely When You Moan

Shu’er instinctively followed the order, and both of them entered the space.

As soon as he entered the space, Tang Zan felt a sense of tranquility and joy, as if being here was a baptism for the body and mind.

Above was a blue expanse like the sky, and below were various fruit trees, tall and laden with fruits, looking as if they had been thriving for decades.

The fruits were red and plump, hanging from the trees, looking luscious and tempting.

Vegetables and grains beside them were also growing nicely, and in another area, there were heaps of produce piled up like small mountains.

Fortunately, the space seed to have no height limit, so they were piled extrely high without reaching the top. Shu’er even had people set up racks to place those resources on them.

There were so resources that he had never seen before, a plethora of colors and types.

There were iron boxes, iron lumps, and various colorful appliances.

Actually, Shu’er was not opposed to Tang Zan coming in, it was just that they were both so busy and Tang Zan never ntioned it, so she didn’t bring it up either.

Shu’er still wanted to say sothing to Tang Zan, but before she could speak, Tang Zan embraced her and tossed her onto the bed.

Then, the whole person pounced upon her like a lion.

Even though the White Tiger was just an animal, it seed unwilling to watch them and went off to check its reserve supply.

There was a breeding area here, with small animals that could be found on the market, and whenever the White Tiger was hungry, it would catch one to eat, sparing the others.

Shu’er nestled in Tang Zan’s arms, Tang Zan gently patted her back, his eyes filled with contentnt.

Tang Zan’s lips curled up: "It’s still better in your space."

Shu’er blinked: "Why?"

Tang Zan leaned closer to Shu’er, whispering softly in her ear.

"Here, you truly let loose, and moreover..."

He paused, then pinched Shu’er’s cheek again.

"You sound so good when you call."

Shu’er’s cheeks flushed pink, and Tang Zan kissed her lips.

"Co, call out again for ."

His lips traced the shape of Shu’er’s lips, and Shu’er instinctively tried to dodge aside but didn’t manage to escape.

By the ti she woke up again, she didn’t know how much ti had passed.

Shu’er heard soone knocking on the room door, and Tang Zan had already awakened.

He pulled Shu’er to take a bath, and only then did they exit the space.

When they opened the door, the guard’s cheeks were slightly flushed, clearly not wanting to disturb the two.

But the situation was urgent now.

"War King, the refugees are in trouble."

This morning, after administering the dicine to the refugees outside the city, they experienced a collective fainting incident.

Doctors who arrived on the scene discovered that these people had been poisoned.

But regarding these herbs...

Everyone couldn’t help but turn their gaze towards Shu’er.

Then they lowered their heads again.

So whispered, "How could the herbs given by the Princess Consort have any issues?"

Yet, everyone already had an answer in their hearts.

Shu’er smiled: "Firstly, I provided only the prescription, not the herbs themselves."

A refugee’s relative, tears streaming down their face, looked at Shu’er.

"Then why was my father poisoned?"

Shu’er replied, "So many people drank these herbs before, and none were poisoned, so it’s not an issue with the prescription, it’s an issue with the herbs."

After saying this, she walked over to the herbs, scooped a bit to sniff, and then raised her eyebrows.

"There’s a poisonous herb mixed in here."

Upon hearing this, the refugees beca more agitated.

"Why would there be poison in perfectly good dicine?"

This wave of refugees numbered over ten thousand, if it were just one person, they wouldn’t dare question, but with so many, it seed they all suddenly gained courage.

"Yes, Princess Consort, you must give us justice."

Tang Zan frowned: "Don’t you understand what the Princess Consort is saying? She’s saying the prescription is fine, but there’s a problem with the herbs."

"Soone, arrest everyone who ca into contact with the herbs."

When these people were captured, they were brought outside the city.

Yet, everyone cried innocence, hitting the ground with their heads repeatedly.

Shu’er walked past each one, carefully observing their facial expressions.

"The person who poisoned these, co forward."

The crowd looked at each other, none willing to step forward, all wearing expressions of innocence.

Shu’er’s face was devoid of expression, her eyes carrying a cold intent.

"Then don’t bla for being impolite."

Shu’er asked the herb preparer, "Tell , besides you, has anyone else approached this herb barrel."

At these words, the person’s face turned pale with fright.

He glanced around and quickly said, "Princess Consort, it truly wasn’t , I have no idea why this happened."

Shu’er chuckled coldly: "So you’re implying it was ?"

But the herbalist looked so pitiable, that Shu’er herself seed like a bully.

Everyone’s gaze towards Shu’er shifted slightly.

Shu’er chuckled coldly and said to a row of guards: "Did you see?"

The guards nodded: "Saw soone gave him the dicine and instructed him to put it in."

Shu’er’s countenance turned cold, raising an eyebrow: "Who was it?"

The culprit was an obscure doctor.

Then suddenly, soone spoke.

"The Princess Consort is indeed domineering, isn’t this just finding a scapegoat?"

Shu’er’s expression turned cold: "Why should I find a scapegoat? I haven’t done this, must I admit it?"

"Moreover, if I wanted to poison the refugees, why go to the trouble of providing a prescription, wouldn’t it be easier for them to die on their own?"

The refugees’ expressions changed, and nobody spoke again, realizing Shu’er was indeed right.

Then a voice scoffed.

"Who knows if you’re being hypocritical? Rescuing out of disdain, letting us die would be better."

Shu’er was taken aback, raising her eyes, seeing them starting to accuse her one after another.

Shu’er raised her eyebrows, sothing was off.

These people were clearly trying to pin the bla on her, making her bear the brunt of it.

Their goals were clear.

Either they wanted her dead.

Or they wanted to tarnish her reputation, dragging Tang Zan into it, causing them to lose credibility.

Shu’er said: "Everyone, stop."

Yet, without warning, the crowd beca agitated at that mont.

"Ah, soone died, the Princess Consort poisoned the refugees."

Then, they started approaching her, continuously shoving her.

The sense of strangeness in Shu’er grew stronger and stronger.

When she realized what was happening, she saw a refugee holding a dagger, stabbing towards her fiercely.

Tang Zan instantly kicked the person into the wall, holding Shu’er in his arms, standing high on alert.