Chapter 420 Illness

Yi Xing was so frightened that he lost his soul.

At this moment, he had no doubt that the boy would really kill him!

But, how could Yun Qi be so strong? !

Isn't he just a useless idiot who lets others bully him?!

"roll!"

A cold sneer emanated from the young man's thin lips. Yi Xing climbed up from the ground using his hands and feet, and ran away in a panic.

Yun Qi closed his eyes tightly, veins throbbing on his forehead.

Imitation jade...

Is it just a substitute imitation jade?

It comes when called and goes when dismissed, and it is a cheap imitation jade that is casually chosen and discarded!

Why does His Highness never look at him?

She had clearly said with her own mouth that she didn't care that he was a black fox. She had said so many gentle words to him. He had never been looked at so intently and gently by anyone before. He could remember every word she had said clearly.

She is the hope that makes him, a weed growing in the muddy abyss, forget the past and grow towards the sun.

But just because he said a few bad words about her brother, she tore off the mask.

Which side is the real her?

Yun Qi didn't believe that everything he got was fake.

He wanted to know if His Highness had any sincerity towards him!

It was a chilly spring day, and the young man's body had already been ill from previous abuse, and it had not yet recovered. In addition, he had been standing outside the yard in the cold wind for two days, looking at his wife like a stone. His face was pale, and he was coughing lightly with his hands covering his lips. It was obvious that he had caught a cold.

That’s not enough…

Not miserable enough...

That night, the moon was clear and quiet. The boy found a deserted place, took off all his clothes, and walked into the river.

Yun Qi soaked himself in cold water. The bone-chilling cold gradually eroded the warmth from his body. He clenched his teeth, his face grew paler, and his trembling body faintly turned purple. However, the young man's eyes were filled with death, and a mad flame rose in his despair.

The river slowly swallowed him up and he sank to the riverbed.

The next morning.

Sang Luo and Yun Rong were discussing their trip to Xiangyi Mountain.

Yun Rong wanted to discuss a business deal with the owner of Xiangyi Mountain. The Red Fox Clan leader happened to have some friendship with the owner, and the two places were close to each other, so Yun Rong wanted to use Princess Ji Wan as a bridge.

Sang Luo was naturally willing to do him a favor and asked the clan leader to send a letter of recommendation to the mountain master.

Later, Yun Rong said that he was reluctant to part with her. He felt lonely and bored on the road alone, so he wanted to invite Sang Luo to go with him, so that they could travel together.

Sang Luo has been searching for clues about her true self these days, but has been unable to make any progress. Perhaps her true self is not in the territory of the Red Fox Clan. It would be a good idea to go out for a walk and relax. Who knows, maybe she will get something unexpected!

Sang Luo did not reject Yun Rong's proposal.

After all, Yun Rong was a distinguished guest at the Princess's residence, so Sang Luo didn't feel comfortable asking him for travel expenses. The Princess didn't need the money, anyway. But Yun Qi was right about one thing: Yun Rong, the young master of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, didn't have much money.

Sang Luo has been out looking for clues these days, and Yun Rong always follows her. Whenever they go out to buy something, it is basically Sang Luo who pays for it. Judging from the way the two get along, it is probably Princess Ji Wan who paid in the past.

With Yan as a filter, Sang Luo felt a little strange, but didn't say anything. Instead, she felt a little sorry for Yun Rong, the young master, who was really frustrated.

"Wan'er, when are we leaving?" Yun Rong sat opposite Sang Luo, supporting his face with his right hand, gazing at her deeply with a pair of fox eyes that could show affection even to a dog, with the corners of his eyes raised seductively, tempting her to indulge in beauty and forget about reason and thinking.

Sang Luo had seen so many handsome guys that she was also struck by this beauty.

After calming down, he said, "How about tomorrow..."

Kong rushed in hurriedly, "It's bad, Your Highness, please go and see the young master!"

Yun Rong recognized the little monkey; it was a servant of Yun Qi's. He'd heard he'd rescued it on his way back to his master's house, and it was incredibly loyal to Yun Qi. He put down his cold tea and said slowly, "What's all the fussing about? It's truly unruly, making a fool of His Highness. The servants my brother brought from the countryside are often ignorant."

Kong fell to his knees, "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I was too impatient, but the young master really...he..."

Sang Luo asked him to stand up and said, "Tell me what happened patiently."

"Young Master caught a cold a few days ago and hasn't recovered yet. His symptoms worsened last night. This morning I found him unconscious and in a very bad condition. Please go and take a look!"

Sang Luo didn't even have time to put on his coat before getting up and rushing out.

Yun Rong hurriedly said, "Your Highness, what you promised me..."

"I'll go see Yun Qi first and come back soon."

Isn't it just a cold? It won't kill anyone. Yun Rong frowned unhappily and wanted to say something to stop her, but Sang Luo had already disappeared.

She was in such a hurry that she probably didn't even realize how worried she was.

The smile on Yun Rong's lips disappeared, and he stared at the direction where Sang Luo left, as if thinking about something.

…

Plum Blossom Garden.

The young man was lying on the bed, wearing only a white undershirt, with nearly half of the quilt hanging on the ground. His collar was half-open, revealing a small piece of porcelain-white chest. His black hair stained with sweat covered his delicate and beautiful eyebrows. His face was flushed and hot, and his whole body seemed to be steaming.

Sang Luo sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand, but it was cold.

The young man seemed to be trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake up. His brows were furrowed, his pink and cracked lips slightly parted, and he murmured something indistinctly.

When Sang Luo came closer, he could barely hear what he said.

"Your Highness... don't leave me..."

"Don't...don't want me..."

She was shocked and felt bitter, "I didn't abandon you."

The boy's whispers were tinged with sobs, his long, curled eyelashes wet, and tears slid down his face. He looked fragile, sad, and extremely endearing.

"I have no home anymore..."

"Your Highness has given me a new home... Please don't kick me out..."

"Don't abandon me..."

"I belong to His Highness... Your Highness, you are mine..."

Sang Luo leaned down and hugged the boy's waist, resting her head on his chest, closing her eyes and whispering softly, "I never said I didn't want you. I don't know what to do. I obviously shouldn't have so much contact with you."

"Maybe I shouldn't have noticed you from the beginning. I've been with you for so long, and so many things have happened during that time..."

"I actually like you very much."

Sang Luo's eyes gradually became moist, and she could no longer deceive herself. Yun Qi was special in her heart.

She also realized this, so these geniuses deliberately ignored him. Otherwise, when the day came for her to leave, this regret would be completely imprinted in her heart, becoming an incurable scar.

She and Yun Qi are not from the same time and space.

We are destined to separate, so a short pain is worse than a long one.

The boy opened his eyes at some point and stroked her waist and back with his hands.

His voice was hoarse, "Your Highness, is this what you really mean?"