Chapter 86

Tranquil and beautiful.

A cool night breeze swept in through the window, ruffling her long, flowing hair and carrying a delicate jasmine scent.

Xiaoju came over with a fertility-enhancing soup and handed it to her with both hands: "Your Highness, this is today's soup."

Then, she whispered a reminder: "His Highness the Crown Prince went to the Imperial Study after noon and has not returned to the Eastern Palace yet. We don't know when he will be back."

Before the Crown Princess entered the Eastern Palace, she had heard that His Highness the Crown Prince was busy with state affairs, sometimes even until midnight. She was afraid that the Crown Princess would wait in vain.

Shen Qingnian took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp. Then she instructed, "Go to the Imperial Study and find Xia Xiazi. Tell her that the wound on my back seems to be itchy and the medicine I applied is not helping."

Lin Yue'er's whip strike was indeed ruthless. Even though her wound has healed, it still leaves a faint pink scar. Song Xuan found a divine doctor to make medicine for her, but it could only fade the scar and not restore it to its original state.

She didn't mind the scar, but she knew Song Xuan did. The scar was a constant reminder to Song Xuan of the injuries she had suffered.

The reason Song Xuan cared so much was simply because he had feelings for her, and what she wanted was also for him to have feelings for her...

Xiaoju respectfully agreed, then took the medicine bowl and withdrew.

Shen Qingnian took out the fire-avoidance diagram and ointment and placed them on the small table. Her gaze was deep and dark, and her eyes flickered as if they contained endless darkness.

She needs to get pregnant quickly, and she can't stop for even one night.

When Song Xuan hurriedly entered the bedchamber, he saw this scene of a beautiful woman leaning against the table. The red jade pendant on her ear shone brightly, reminding him of their first meeting, and how this earring had connected them.

Without these earrings, he and the other person would probably have been destined to be apart.

Thinking of this, Song Xuan couldn't help but quickly walk to the beauty's side, pull her into his arms, and affectionately rub her hair. He said with some heartache, "Xia Zi said that the wound on your back is a little itchy. Let me take a look."

He would feel immense guilt and regret for his inaction until the wound healed, which had put Qing Nian in danger and almost cost her her life...

Whenever he thought of these things, his heart ached, and he wished he could pluck the stars from the sky to compensate Qing Nian.

Shen Qingnian nestled in Song Xuan's arms, her tone helpless: "Did Xiao Ju secretly go looking for you and bring you back? The wound on my back has already healed, so the itching at the wound site shouldn't be a big problem."

“Since there is a problem with the wound, I must come and take a look myself. I have already instructed my men to find a renowned physician, who should be able to come to the palace to examine your injuries tomorrow,” Song Xuan said with a frown. He strongly disagreed with Shen Qingnian’s statement.

The divine physician does not live in the palace; to invite him to the palace, one must go and ask him.

Shen Qingnian nodded gently upon hearing this, a slight blush rising to her cheeks, her eyes shimmering with emotion: "Ahem, Your Highness, please go ahead with your work. I'm fine here..."

Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, glancing occasionally at the blank book on the table, as if she were feeling a little guilty.

Song Xuan noticed her odd behavior and looked at the books on the table. The nameless books piqued his curiosity, so he raised his well-defined hand and reached for them.

Shen Qingnian let out a soft cry and quickly snatched the book from the table. She glanced at Song Xuan in a flustered manner, but lowered her head the moment their eyes met, as if deliberately avoiding him.

Seeing her reaction, and considering what Xiaxiazi said in the study today, Song Xuan naturally understood the situation.

The beauty's shy demeanor was truly endearing.

A warmth ignited in Song Xuan's chest, and his voice became somewhat hoarse as he asked: