Chapter 88 Compensate her "Alright, then Miss, please rest, and please don't..."

"Alright, then Miss, please rest and don't think about it anymore."

...

Chu Yixin waited outside the hall, glancing inside every now and then. Almost an hour had passed, why hadn't Lord Gu come out yet?

Just now, I heard Xiangxing say that the Crown Princess is resting right now. If she opens her eyes and sees the master, wouldn't that be wonderful?

Chu Yixin waited outside the hall for two hours, until noon when the sun was high in the sky, the time for lunch, and finally the person came out of the hall.

"Lord Gu is leaving already?"

Gu Yunci paused slightly. Chu Yixin was a cunning old fox. Although she was smiling at him, there was an anxious look in her eyes.

My gaze swept up and down, and I finally spotted the sachet he was holding in his hands.

He knew what was going on and chuckled lightly, "It seems Your Highness has finally gotten what you wanted."

Chu Yixin paused for a moment upon hearing this, then sincerely thanked him: "This matter is also thanks to Lord Gu's great help."

“His Highness and I have been friends since childhood, and now I can finally see that he has become more human.”

He nodded with a smile and said, "Go in."

"Why!"

Chu Yixin hurried inside, carrying a sachet. As soon as she turned the screen, she presented the sachet, her voice urgent: "Master, please go and see the Empress..."

...

Qi Fan held the sachet in his palm and strode to the Kunning Palace.

But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, causing Chu Yixin, who was following behind, to widen her eyes: "Master?"

Could it be that you're still feeling uneasy even after arriving here?

Qi Fan frowned and stood up straight.

"Oh, please come in."

The man glanced at Chu Yixin, and finally, under his eager gaze, stepped into the hall.

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I saw two maids walking out of the main house.

It was an auspicious moon and auspicious stars.

Xiangxing was holding a copper basin containing the bedsheets that had just been changed, which were stained with a lot of blood.

She was turning her head to tell Xiangyue something, her face full of worry, and she didn't notice the man directly in front of her at first glance.

"Your Highness? We, your servants, greet Your Highness."

It was Xiangyue's voice. She curtsied first, causing Xiangxing beside her to immediately look ahead as well.

Qi Fan had excellent eyesight and spotted the blood-stained sheet in the copper basin at a glance.

There is only one possibility that she could be carried out of the main room.

My eyes were suddenly stung, my heart felt as if a hole had been torn in it, my mind went blank, and my heart ached terribly.

This sudden feeling is not unfamiliar; the last time was when I received the news of the little girl's death.

He didn't ask any questions, but walked past the two maids and hurried inside.

Xiangyue suddenly became anxious and wanted to turn around and chase after him, but Xiangxing grabbed her arm.

"Your Highness's face looks so frightening; what if you lose your temper with Miss?"

Xiangxing glanced at her and said, "We can just wait here."

...

Jiang Zhuoying had just taken a short nap when she accidentally soiled the bedsheets. She had the maids come and change them before she could finally lie down.

As soon as she lay down, she felt thirsty again. She lazily lifted the bed curtains with her weak arms and called the person back.

The slender fingers had just grasped the thin fabric, and before they could exert any force, the bed curtains on one side were suddenly ripped open.

A crisp "sizzle" sound—

She was startled, her peach blossom eyes widened in surprise, and what came into view was the dark hem of the dress embroidered with subtle patterns. She then subconsciously looked up.

The man's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, making her heart pound with anxiety.

"What...what are you doing?"

She craned her neck, stammering, clearly surprised and puzzled by the situation before her.

Qi Fan had a sullen face and his thin lips were tightly pressed together, but only he knew that the moment he lifted the bed curtains, his heart had already stopped beating.

His trembling fingertips were pinned behind his back, his thin lips were like blades, and his dark eyes slowly moved upward.

The little girl in my sight had a pale, oval face, lacking color compared to usual, and even looked somewhat haggard.

How long has it been since she left his sight, and she has already made herself look like this again?

His face darkened, making Jiang Zhuoying feel uneasy.

She uncontrollably began to recall the things she had lied to Qi Fan in the past, counting them one by one. Could this guy be here to settle scores with her later?

Was the sachet she gave me completely useless?

My vision went black for a moment, and then a warm palm pressed against my forehead.

Jiang Zhuoying was stunned for a moment, and then she heard the person in front of her turn around and shout.

"Chu Yixin".

A familiar, high-pitched voice immediately came from outside the door: "Hey! Your servant is here."

"Bring Yu Ji over."

"Alright! This servant will go right away."

"Wait," the man changed his words, his voice becoming deeper, "Go and fetch the imperial physician."

Upon hearing that the imperial physician was to be summoned, Chu Yixin dared not delay any longer, and hurriedly agreed before turning and running away.

The room was silent for a few moments, until a soft, gentle yet questioning voice rang out.

"Your Highness, are you... ill?"

Then several delicate, slender fingers covered his wrist, soft and boneless, carefully pushing away his hand. The man stood stiffly.

However, he soon frowned again; the little girl's fingertips were abnormally hot.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice a little deep: "Was the sheet the maid carried out just now from your bed?"

Jiang Zhuoying was slightly taken aback. Why was he asking such detailed questions about such a private matter for a young woman?

The little girl slowly lowered her head, her ears slightly red, and her voice was barely audible: "...Mmm."

Qi Fan's expression changed instantly: "How did you get injured? Where is the wound?"

Jiang Zhuoying stiffened slightly: "?"

Before she could respond, her arm was grabbed: "I'll take a look."

Jiang Zhuoying: "??"

As she looked up, her eyes widened.

She saw the man looking down at her with his thin lips pressed tightly together. Although his face remained expressionless, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his gaze was fixed on her, his eyes more tense than usual.

She was being stared at by such a stern gaze, and subconsciously lowered her eyes to look away. She then saw that her arm had been tightened by his hand, and his fingertips were turning white.

Is this guy... worried about her?

Jiang Zhuoying swallowed hard and said in a soft voice, "It hurts, Your Highness, please let go."

As she watched the large, well-defined hand slowly release its grip, she naturally lay down on her side.

"I am thirsty and would like to drink a cup of warm water."

She parted her cherry lips slightly and began to boss people around without any politeness.

Qi Fan looked at her lips, which, like her face, were bloodless and had fine lines due to dryness.

Without saying a word, he poured her half a cup of warm water and fed it to her by hand.

Jiang Zhuoying stared at him intently. Qi Fan rarely had such an expression; he clearly had a cold face, yet he did whatever she said.

Saying one thing and meaning another is kind of amusing.

Seeing that he had put the cup back in its place, she took his hand and placed it on her abdomen, whispering sweetly, "Your Highness, please rub it for me."

A crack finally appeared on the man's cold face. He curled his knuckles and clenched his fists under the quilt, where no one could see.

"Don't be silly."

Jiang Zhuoying blinked, watching his expression gradually darken, and at this moment she felt no fear at all.

Her eyes drooped slightly, revealing a hint of sadness, and her voice carried a touch of disappointment: "Your Highness just asked me where I was injured. I thought my husband was worried about A-Zhuo."

This was the first time she had ever called him "husband".

Jiang Zhuoying naturally wouldn't miss his reaction, and kept an eye on him out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing that the man was indeed stunned for a moment, but what Jiang Zhuoying did not expect was that his brows furrowed slightly, and without saying a word, he directly lifted the brocade quilt covering her.

Jiang Zhuoying: "???"

"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed in surprise.

Qi Fan grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, and with the other hand, he directly touched her belt...

Jiang Zhuoying immediately understood his intention and struggled with her legs: "Let go, let me go!"

The man narrowed his eyes and stood up immediately. He had been sitting on the edge of the couch, and now that he stood up, Jiang Zhuoying had no room to struggle.

With a simple trick, he restrained her restless legs, and Jiang Zhuoying struggled in vain, unable to kick him.

Seeing that the man's face was cold and he didn't seem to be joking, she bit her lip and finally shouted it out.

"It's Gui water! My period is here!"

As she shouted, Qi Fan also stopped moving instantly.

His expression was cold and hard, his eyes flickered slightly, and he was speechless.

The girl on the couch had her long black hair spread all over the pillow. She was biting her cherry lips, and her oval face was flushed red, clearly showing her embarrassment and anger.

"Miss? Miss!"

"Miss……"

With those two worried shouts, Xiangyue and Xiangxing rushed in from outside. Upon seeing the scene before them, they froze behind the beaded curtain.

Jiang Zhuoying closed her eyes, blushed, and glared at someone, her voice trembling with tears: "Are you satisfied now?"

Qi Fan: "..."

He rarely had such moments of speechlessness.

His gaze swept over the spot where Jiang Zhuoying had struggled earlier, and the man's brow twitched. He calmly looked toward the beaded curtain and said, "Come in and change the sheets for your master."

...

The two maids changed the sheets on the couch and quickly left together, carrying the copper basin. They didn't dare to look at the scene on the couch for even a second.

Seeing that everyone had left, Jiang Zhuoying, who was leaning against the soft couch, tugged at the sleeve of the man standing by the window.

The latter turned his head to look over, meeting the other's obvious gaze, but remained unmoved.

Jiang Zhuoying: "..."

She forcefully shook off the other person's sleeve: "Fine, if you don't want to, I'll leave by myself!"

As she spoke, she pulled her legs out of the blanket. She had been carried onto this soft couch without embroidered shoes or silk stockings.

As a result, his two fair feet were suddenly exposed to the air. Seeing that he was about to step barefoot onto the carpet, the man felt a throbbing sensation on his forehead.

He took two steps forward and lifted the person up with one hand.

Jiang Zhuoying was still unhappy and kicked the air: "Didn't you say you didn't want to? What are you doing here? It's not like I can't walk by myself."

Qi Fan: "..."

He covered the little girl's soles with his hands; thankfully, they were still warm to the touch for just a moment.

He placed her back on the bed, covered her with a brocade quilt, and leaned down to instruct her, "Rest first, I'll come back later."

As Jiang Zhuoying watched the person's figure disappear from her sight, she murmured softly, "Who knows if what you said is true or false."

...

Jiang Zhuoying was already feeling unwell today, and after struggling to stay awake for a while, she felt tired and soon drifted off to sleep.

In her drowsy state, she felt the bedding being pulled and moved. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw that the man had already gotten into bed.

He originally intended to lower the bed curtains on both sides, but one of them had already been torn by him and was now hanging there, about to fall off.

Jiang Zhuoying: "..."

"This is a pair of lotus flowers embroidered with gold thread brocade by the most famous embroiderer in Luoyang."

The man's fingertips paused slightly.

"You've torn the twin lotus blossoms that symbolize a couple's unity and marriage."

The man turned his head and looked at her with a deep, unsettling gaze.

Jiang Zhuoying ignored her and looked away, letting out a soft hum as she turned her back, her voice sweet and gentle: "You have to compensate me."

A rustling sound came from behind him, followed by a deep voice: "Okay."

A slight itch in her lower abdomen made Jiang Zhuoying freeze on the spot: "What's wrong with you?"

"Didn't I say I don't care about you?"

"I'll keep it warm for a while, you can rest."

His voice was slow and magnetic, making Jiang Zhuoying's ears turn red.

Her abdomen felt tight and she was experiencing cramps again. She didn't want to delay any longer and wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible…

The room fell silent again. Qi Fan gently pulled the girl into his arms and gradually became lost in thought.

By this point, he had figured it out.

The fact that she was alive and well standing right in front of me was already a gift from fate.

With such a fortunate event, nothing else matters.