Chapter 124

Shen Qingnian lay on the bed, her face slightly pale, but the light in her eyes was astonishingly bright.

Her emotions had been churning since dawn, and everything would depend on tomorrow...

The man entered the palace, his body shivering in the cold wind. Shen Qingnian, lying on the bed, looked up and saw that his dark eyes were as bright as stars and as blazing as the sun.

She was in the shadows and couldn't bear the slightest bit of the blazing sun, so she had to lower her eyes and hide from it.

Song Xuan quickly came to the bedside, looking at the person on the bed with heartache in his eyes.

At this moment, Shen Qingnian's face was somewhat pale, her chin was pointed and not as round as before, and her originally bright features looked somewhat tired.

These past few days, Song Xuan has been going to Shen Qingnian's bedchamber every night to massage her legs and feet, but the other party's spirits are still not very good, which makes him feel very distressed.

His eyes were filled with tenderness and affection: "Qingnian, you've worked so hard..."

Qing Nian suffered a great deal for the sake of the child in her womb.

Shen Qingnian pursed her lips, refusing Song Xuan's concern. Instead, she asked, "Your Highness, what brings you here?"

Tomorrow is the coronation ceremony; he must be extremely busy.

Song Xuan's eyes darkened slightly, but he immediately gestured to Xia Xiazi to bring out the wontons from the food box, and a fresh and fragrant aroma wafted out.

He reached out and took the wontons, saying, "I'm not busy right now. I heard you hadn't had dinner, so I made some wontons for you."

Since Qing Nian didn't eat the porridge he made, he was angry, but he would still occasionally make some food and send it to her. However, after sending it, he would no longer ask Qing Nian if she had eaten it.

Song Xuan only thought that the food he made was a token of his affection, and that forcing the other person to eat it would be too forceful and put pressure on them.

Shen Qingnian looked at the bowl of wontons in Song Xuan's hand, her heart trembled slightly, and her expression softened. All her thoughts finally turned into one sentence: "Then thank you very much, Your Highness."

After tonight, the two will never see each other again, so it's good to have one last meal before leaving.

When Song Xuan saw that she agreed, his dark eyes immediately brightened.

The man scooped a wonton into her mouth with a spoon, bent down, and held it to her lips: "Try it, is it to your liking?"

As he bent over, the man's long, ink-black hair fell down, swaying slightly in the air, and his gentle expression was covered with a layer of tenderness.

A gentleman is like jade, and even more like a humble immortal banished to heaven.

Shen Qingnian opened her mouth and ate the wonton. It tasted delicious and very sweet, but she didn't have much of an appetite. Nevertheless, she said gently, "It's very tasty."

This was the best tone he'd used in recent days; it wasn't cold or indifferent, and even carried a hint of tenderness.

Song Xuan felt a slight tremor in his heart, thinking that she had softened her attitude, and he was overjoyed.

"If it tastes good, then eat more."

Xia Zi, who was standing next to her, was also very excited and took the opportunity to say, "Although Your Highness has been busy these days, you have been thinking of the Crown Princess very much. A few days ago, Your Highness even specially made some colorful fireworks to take back to the palace."

"I see it's getting dark, so why don't we take this opportunity to set off fireworks for the Crown Princess? She can see them simply by opening the window."

The colorful fireworks were dazzling and beautiful. If the Crown Princess saw them, she would surely be able to reconcile with His Highness the Crown Prince.

Shen Qingnian's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this. She looked at the man beside the bed and murmured, "Colorful fireworks, huh?"

Ordinary fireworks are only red and white; she had never seen colorful fireworks before.

"Qing Nian, would you like to see it?" Song Xuan's eyes gleamed with hope. He had stayed up for several nights in a row to develop the fireworks, just to win a smile from his beloved.

Shen Qingnian's lips curved slightly. After many days, she took the initiative to hold the man's large hand for the first time, her slender fingers hooking around his knuckles.

Just as she was about to agree, she felt a tightening in her abdomen, accompanied by waves of pain—