Chapter 108 Chu Yixin, who liked the Crown Prince, looked anxious...

But Chu Yixin's face was full of anxiety, and her eyes were red with worry: "Master stopped me from reporting, but Master has had a high fever for a whole day and night!"

"Maybe the poison from the hunting grounds a few days ago wasn't completely cleared out? Could it be that the poison has flared up again?" He muttered to himself in a panic, as if he were speaking incoherently.

Perhaps thinking that Jiang Zhuoying was also present, he suddenly stopped talking with a sigh.

Poisoning?

Jiang Zhuoying's heart sank, and her eyes widened in shock.

Jiang Zhuoying had witnessed Qi Fan being poisoned a few days ago at the hunting grounds, and she had no doubt about the truth of the matter.

"Even while he was unconscious, he kept calling out Your Highness's name. This servant dares to ask Your Highness to take a look at your master."

The high-pitched voice, tinged with sobs, was frantic and impatient, instantly making Jiang Zhuoying's heart leap into her throat as she fell to the bottom of the cliff, and she panicked as well.

She stood up with her hands and feet ice cold, and with the help of Xiangyue and the others, she hurriedly followed Chu Yixin to the Mingde Hall.

This was her first time visiting the Crown Prince's bedroom, but she had no interest in looking around and hurriedly entered the room.

She immediately noticed the man lying on the couch, his face pale with illness, his eyes closed as if he had already fallen asleep.

"Where is the imperial physician?" She glanced around the room but did not see Imperial Physician Yu, so she turned to ask Chu Yixin, who was still panting.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Yu has already gone to prepare the medicine. He said that His Highness has been suffering from depression for a long time, and this high fever came on suddenly and is really very dangerous."

"Nonsense!" Jiang Zhuoying suddenly interrupted him.

Why does it always seem so dangerous?

It was the same in the paddock last time.

She didn't believe it.

Chu Yixin paused, then hurriedly knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly: "It was this servant who was talking nonsense, it was this servant who was talking nonsense..."

Seeing him like this, Jiang Zhuoying felt bad. Chu Yixin had been by Qi Fan's side since birth, and her loyalty was beyond doubt.

Even he was so anxious that he said such a thing.

She glanced at him again; the man's lips were almost as white as his face, and his lips were dry and cracked.

She reached out and touched his forehead; the heat and dampness at the roots of his hair instantly brought tears to her eyes.

Yu Jin's medicine was brought in quickly, but he couldn't get it down his throat.

Jiang Zhuoying looked at his pale lips, waved for everyone to leave, and prepared to administer the medicine orally herself.

She has always disliked taking these herbal medicines. If she is sick, it takes a lot of effort for others to coax her to take the medicine. They not only have to coax her with kind words, but also have to provide her with several different flavors of candied fruit.

Furthermore, she is pregnant, and Physician Yu had just advised that although this medicine would not harm the child in her womb, it would be best to swallow as little as possible.

Since that's the case, she can only hold it in her mouth and cannot swallow it.

But she was willing to do these troublesome things for Qi Fan.

Pinching the man's cheeks, she carefully took a mouthful of medicine. Just as she was about to lean down, the man opened his eyes slightly...

Jiang Zhuoying was taken aback, and then saw Qi Fan glance at the porcelain bowl beside him, followed by a hoarse and deep voice.

"I threw up."

Did you throw up?

Jiang Zhuoying slowly opened her eyes, and then saw the man's large, well-defined hand pick up a porcelain bowl, the meaning of which was already very clear.

She buried her head and spat out the medicine in her mouth, but a moment later, half a bowl of warm water was offered to her lips.

After rinsing her mouth as he instructed, Jiang Zhuoying carefully wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief.

"It's already night, why are you here?"

She kept an eye on Qi Fan's actions, and seeing that he had finished the bowl of medicine by himself, she stared at the empty bowl and felt a little relieved.

She hesitated to answer, then continued in a hoarse, strained voice, "What were you trying to do just now?"

Jiang Zhuoying pursed her lips, feeling somewhat embarrassed, unable to articulate her intentions.

"What good is it to administer medicine orally after reading so many storybooks?"

His tone was flat, slowly revealing her intentions.

Jiang Zhuoying, having her pride exposed, instantly stood up like a rabbit with its fur standing on end and stormed out.

"Ah Zhuo." The man's tone was slightly somber.

Jiang Zhuoying suddenly stopped, not because she was frightened by his tone, but because she remembered what Chu Yixin had said.

"Come here." He coughed lightly, and his tone was noticeably gentler than before.

Jiang Zhuoying hesitated for a few moments, then decided not to argue with a sick person for the time being, and reluctantly turned around...

She sat sideways on the edge of the couch, her small face tense, turning her head away from Qi Fan, leaving only half of her delicate profile visible.

"Did I scare you?" His tone softened, low and deep, his breath warm as it went straight into Jiang Zhuoying's ear.

The man leaned closer to her, his long arm quietly encircling her waist.

Jiang Zhuoying twisted her body, clearly indicating that she did not want him to get close.

She was still angry and unwilling to give in to him.

“A-Zhuo.” He paused.

“What I said just now was not my true intention.”

Jiang Zhuoying's pupils dilated slightly as she slowly raised her eyes to meet those dark eyes.

"It's because I can't speak." His voice was low and hoarse, so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Jiang Zhuoying stood frozen, somewhat incredulous at what she had just heard.

Did Qi Fan admit his mistake in front of her?

The force pulling her from behind tightened, and she was caught off guard and pulled into his embrace. The strong, sweet scent mixed with the man's cool fragrance instantly filled all her senses.

This is the scent of pear blossoms that she usually loves.

It was not the agarwood he preferred.

Qi Fan lowered his eyes and stared at the top of the little girl's dark hair, feeling the body in his arms slowly relax and soften before continuing to speak.

"It's getting late. I'm afraid you'll catch your illness here. You should go back and rest early."

The body in his arms stiffened again, followed by a muffled, displeased voice: "Your Highness is sending me away?"

The man chuckled slightly: "Does the Crown Princess wish to rest in Mingde Palace? That's perfectly acceptable."

Jiang Zhuoying choked again, and the anger in her heart suddenly became unbearable again.

She pulled away from Qi Fan's embrace and began to recount past grievances: "Your Highness, I came here specifically to visit you, but instead of keeping me, you chased me away."

"Even if I stay in Mingde Palace tonight, it is not because I want to stay here, but because Your Highness asked me to stay here."

"And that medicinal soup, Your Highness, I didn't even use candied fruit for you."

How could you mock me like that?

"It seems that what Your Highness meant earlier was all a lie."

She poured out all her pent-up frustrations.

With her temperament, she can say nice things to Qi Fan when things are going well, but if things are really not going well, she can really throw a tantrum.

Jiang Zhuoying pursed her lips, waiting for the man to speak.

"Which of my meanings were false?" His voice was low and hoarse, but his tone was extremely calm and composed as he spoke slowly.

"..."

Of all the things she said before, did she only remember this one sentence?

But the conversation had already reached this point, so Jiang Zhuoying pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Just like what I've said to you before, those kinds of meanings."

The man's tone remained calm: "What do you mean?"

Jiang Zhuoying bit her lip: "That's what I said to you back at the villa."

She turned her head suspiciously. Could it be that this guy had forgotten everything he had said to her before?

Seeing the man's indifferent expression, Jiang Zhuoying felt inexplicably angry again. Was she out of her mind? She should have gone back to Kunning Palace and snuggled up on her bed earlier. Why was she still wasting her breath talking to him here?

That old fox Chu Yixin is definitely trying to trick her again!

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhuoying suddenly stood up, intending to leave directly, but a man's voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"I thought you understood everything I had done."

Jiang Zhuoying turned her head, her face full of genuine confusion, which Qi Fan naturally saw clearly. He slowly pursed his lips.

"I searched for you at the bottom of the cliff for dozens of days, and used every trick in the book to take you as my wife."

"These things are not worth mentioning, but if the Crown Princess wants to use them to prove my sincerity towards you, there is nothing wrong with saying them."

Jiang Zhuoying was stunned by those two short sentences.

My heart felt heavy and swollen, and a little sour.

"The night road is chilly. I wonder if the Crown Princess would like to stay at Mingde Palace tonight?" His voice softened slightly, and the oil lamp cast a warm glow on his face.

"It was I who kept you."

Jiang Zhuoying kept a straight face, trying her best to smooth out the corners of her lips that were uncontrollably turning upwards, and nodded gently with a reserved air.

She called for a servant to fetch water to prepare for washing up. Jiang Zhuoying walked around the hall and looked at the man leaning against the couch reading memorials. His complexion was much better than it had been earlier.

She softened her voice: "Crown Prince, are you feeling better?"

"Hmm." He looked up at Jiang Zhuoying, his voice indifferent.

"But why did Eunuch Chu speak so seriously just now?"

He recovered so quickly?

The man paused, then looked up again: "What did he say?"

Jiang Zhuoying walked towards him: "He said that your high fever is caused by lingering toxins, that you have been depressed for a long time, and that this disease came on fiercely and is very dangerous."

The man remained silent.

Jiang Zhuoying sat down beside him, tilting her head slightly. By this point, she had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

It's likely that this fever is linked to the previous poisoning, and there are things they've been keeping from her.

But she would only pretend not to know and would not investigate further, which could only mean that Qi Fan treated her with more sincerity than she imagined.

It's not a bad thing to put in the effort for her.

After a moment's thought, Jiang Zhuoying threw herself into the man's arms again, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned forward to give him a light peck on the cheek.

“Brother Crown Prince, it is truly A-Zhuo’s good fortune to marry you.”

“A-Zhuo truly loves the Crown Prince.”

"Can you feel Ah Zhuo's beating heart today?"

She leaned against his chest, feeling his heart pounding harder and harder. She had originally intended to use the same trick again, to have him touch her chest.

But then she changed her mind.

Jiang Zhuoying looked up at Qi Fan's jawline: "Why is Crown Prince's heart beating so fast? Could it be that his condition has worsened again? Let Azhuo feel it."

A slender, delicate hand suddenly covered the moon-white nightgown, beneath which lay the man's powerful heartbeat.

Qi Fan: "..."

He closed his eyes briefly; restraint and forbearance were commonplace for him.

As for what he wants, it's already clear.

At night, supposedly to prevent the illness from affecting her, Jiang Zhuoying naturally took over the canopy bed, while Qi Fan moved to another soft couch in the room.

The man got up in the middle of the night, intending to tuck the blankets around the little girl, but he heard her mumbling in her sleep.

She lay on her side under the brocade quilt with its floral patterns, a soft and thin blanket, but she didn't sleep very soundly.

Her slender eyebrows were slightly raised, and her slightly parted lips murmured softly, whispering and muttering.

Qi Fan's hard jawline softened slightly as he slowly leaned down, his rough fingertips lightly touching her soft cheek.

As I got closer to her, I could make out a few broken words, "Qi Fan."

They were calling his name. The man raised his eyebrows slightly, clearly intrigued, and leaned forward to listen...

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Author's Note: Qi Gou's self-inflicted injury trick won't work next time. [Eating melon emoji]