Chapter 64 Does it hurt? "Your Highness, become a vengeful ghost and come to claim my life..."

Tinglan was undressing the fox, taking off his blood-stained clothes.

“Your Highness, I apologize for the offense.” He lowered his head and whispered in the fox’s ear.

The young prince's original clothes were soaked in blood, which had long since dried on the beautiful brocade, leaving unsightly dark red stains.

The young prince loves to look pretty, so he definitely wouldn't want to wear these clothes.

The light blue outer robe was easily removed, revealing a light-colored inner garment underneath.

Or rather, it was originally light-colored.

"Does it hurt?"

Tinglan simply couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have a sword pierce through her chest.

With trembling hands, he gently untied the sash at the fox's waist; the dried blood and wound were almost intertwined, making them extremely difficult to separate.

"I'll be gentler, Your Highness, please bear with it for a moment," Tinglan said softly.

He lowered his head, his long hair falling down, obscuring his expression.

A moment later, Tinglan turned and sat down to one side, tears streaming down his face and into his collar. He gasped for breath, his eyes filled with panic and confusion, as if he had forgotten why he was there.

He looked around, stood up, and took a clean white cotton cloth to soak in the basin of water.

Tinglan's fingers were almost cold; if you put them into a copper basin filled with warm water, your fingertips would feel numb and burning.

But at this point, even pain is a good thing; it's much better than complete numbness.

Tinglan turned around, bent down, and gently wiped the young prince's neck and chest, as well as that horrible wound...

The dried blood dissolved upon contact with water, and the glaring dark red slowly soaked a large area of ​​the fabric.

It was just like the scene that Tinglan least wanted to recall.

The ground was covered in red, and the little prince's hand suddenly dropped.

He suddenly threw down the cotton cloth in his hand, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground. His hairpin fell off, his long hair was disheveled and scattered on his shoulders, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared intently at his trembling fingers.

"Ji Qing..." Tinglan finally couldn't hold back her extremely suppressed sobs.

Tinglan gripped the stone bricks tightly with her fingers, her knuckles turning white.

He recalled that the day before the young prince left, he had also collapsed on the ground in the same way, unable to get up.

So what did he do at the time?

Standing aside, observing coldly.

Tinglan slapped herself, leaving a red mark on her cheek.

The fox on the couch heard the noise and began to wail.

He wanted to rush over and hug Tinglan, but he couldn't move; he was trapped inside this body.

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault!" the fox cried out silently.

Even now, the fox is still grateful, grateful that it turned back halfway, grateful that it blocked that sword for Tinglan.

Tinglan finally struggled and staggered over, cupping Ji Qing's face in his hands and asking in a low voice, "Your Highness must resent me, right?"

At this point, a smile suddenly bloomed on his face, as if he had thought of something extremely happy, and he said in a light tone.

"Then, Your Highness, shall we come and take my life?"

That way he could see Ji Qing again.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Tinglan felt something was amiss. Wasn't taking lives something only vengeful ghosts could do?

His Highness should not become a vengeful ghost, but rather an immortal or a Buddha.

Tinglan immediately lowered her head and apologized, "It was my fault, I said the wrong thing. Your Highness, please go in peace. I should have gone to find you myself."

The fox was now sobbing uncontrollably, but no one could hear his cries.

Don't come looking for me. It's dark here, not fun at all, and there's no good roast chicken.

It's nice outside; there's good food and fun things to do. You should stay there and enjoy yourself.

It took Tinglan a very long time to finally change the fox's clothes.

"Does Your Highness like this color?"

Tinglan smiled and picked up the fox, saying softly, "I got the bed wet, Your Highness, please make the effort to sleep with me tonight."

That night, Tinglan held the little prince as they fell asleep.

The little prince would no longer cling to him like an octopus, and the little prince's palms were no longer warm.

Tinglan stayed up all night, staring at the person in his arms.

The next day, Tinglan woke up, bid farewell to the young prince, and instructed the kitchen to make some roast chicken and chestnut cake.

The fox, lying in bed, said, "I want some more grape syrup."

However, Tinglan couldn't hear him. After giving the fox a deep look, he turned and left.

With the war raging outside, being busy to the point of numbness might be a temporary escape from the pain, but once you stop, the suffocating agony will come back to haunt you in double the intensity.

He was pressed for time; if he walked too slowly, he might not be able to catch up with the young prince.

Inside the Jinyiwei prison.

Tinglan casually tossed aside the dulled knife and washed his hands in a basin of water offered by a nearby eunuch.

"Find a doctor to take a look at him, lest he die." With that, he turned and left.

Tinglan no longer cared about anything; after all, he didn't even want his own life anymore.

Tinglan personally pried open the assassin's mouth and launched a massive crackdown on traitors within the palace, including several court officials.

Overnight, people were filled with anxiety, and there was widespread criticism both in and out of the government.

Tinglan just found it funny.

They haven't even started killing yet, what are they talking about?

He had once feared that he would be tainted by too much killing and would not be worthy of Ji Qing, so he harbored some thoughts of accumulating good deeds and virtues.

Now he only regrets that he didn't kill them all.

It is utterly absurd to talk about compassion with someone who is contemplating suicide. He wants to kill himself, so how could he possibly spare others?

Everyone who caused His Highness's death, including himself, must die.

Tinglan walked through the dark room. It was already very late at night. Normally, Ji Qing would be waiting for him to come back and sleep together at this time.

Ji Qing might be on the couch, hugging a pillow and reading a storybook.

Or you can pretend to be asleep, and then when someone gets close, suddenly jump up to scare them. Actually, it's not scary at all; it's quite cute, like some kind of little animal.

Tinglan pushed open the door and went inside.

The spring chill lingered, but there was no fire in the room, nor was there any heating. The night wind rushed in through the open window, taking away the last bit of warmth he had left.

Tinglan sat down on the edge of the bed and adjusted the brocade quilt covering the young prince. "Your Highness, I'm sorry, are you a little cold?"

The young prince on the couch wore a white undergarment, quiet and still, his features unchanged.

Tinglan smiled, took Ji Qing's hand, pressed it against his face, and asked, "How is Your Highness today?"

*

At this moment, Guan Ning sat on the roof, looking at his long sword in the moonlight. The sword light flowed like water, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

After a thousand years of self-cultivation, it seems I must break my vow against killing today.

She took a deep breath, sheathed her sword, and comforted herself, thinking that after summoning Ji Qinghua's soul and letting her cultivate again for several hundred years, she would still be a fluffy and resounding fox.

She sat upright, lifted a tile, and continued to survey the room, but the more she looked, the more her brows furrowed.

Who is this guy? Why is he standing so close?

You didn't kill my brother, did you?

After looking at it for a while, Guan Ning immediately ruled out Ting Lan's suspicion, put the tile back on, and smiled with great satisfaction.

It seems Ji Qing has made some good friends down the mountain, that's great.

Guan Ning held his sword, his expression becoming complex after a moment.

Good boy, you seem to have a good relationship with Ji Qing, but I'm sorry, I have to take him away.

She turned her head and thought about it again, then finally sighed and said, "Never mind, let Ji Qing stay a few more days."

You can say goodbye properly.

Guan Ning was sitting on the roof sighing when he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from inside the house.

It was Ji Qing's voice.

"Someone save me! I'm not dead yet! My butt is numb from lying down, help me, I'm so hungry, I want to eat."

Guan Ning suddenly stood up.

What happened? But she clearly felt that Ji Qing's life force had dissipated.

The fox continued to cry, "Tinglan, I don't want you to die, I love you the most." It cried very loudly, like a whistle that had come to life, utterly pathetic.

Guan Ning suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell off the roof.

Could Ji Qing be a nine-tailed fox? I'm so amazing, I just picked up a rare species on a whim.

But then he slapped his forehead and realized that this didn't make sense either. Ji Qing, that little idiot, only has one tail behind him, which doesn't look like a nine-tailed fox.

In short, my brother is really amazing; now he doesn't need to cultivate for hundreds of years anymore.

Guan Ning stood with his hands on his hips, looking very proud.

*

The fox cried until it was exhausted and fell asleep. In its dream, a glimmer of light finally appeared in the darkness before its eyes.

In a daze, I saw my sister carrying a long sword, walking towards me menacingly.

The fox's eyes widened, and with a howl, it pounced, clinging tightly to Guan Ning's neck like a piece of chewing gum.

Guan Ning asked in a sinister tone, "Who exactly did this to you? I'll deal with him."

The fox stared blankly, "This... I didn't see a face."

Helpless, Guan Ning lowered his head and comforted the child, "It's okay, it's okay, you're not dead."

The fox stood with his hands on his hips, quite pleased with himself. "I knew I wasn't dead. How could that little sword possibly kill me?"

“But you did lose a life,” Guan Ning continued.

The fox immediately wilted and stood obediently. "Then why am I still alive?"

“You might be a nine-tailed fox, the kind with nine lives.” Guan Ning pondered for a moment, stroking his chin. “Turn around and look at your tail.”

The fox obediently turned around.

Behind the fox's rump is a large, fluffy tail, which, although very bushy, is indeed only one.

"Then you might be a cross between two groups." After careful consideration, Guan Ning came to this conclusion.

Although the fox couldn't understand, it still hugged its tail and laughed heartily.

It's good that I don't have to die.

He looked up and asked, "When can I be resurrected and go find Tinglan?"

"Tinglan is the person you sleep with, right? What's your relationship with him?" Guan Ning asked curiously.

She was happy that her brother had made good friends outside, but she also felt that these friends were too close, and something seemed a little off.

But then the silly fox happily said, "Tinglan and I are having an affair."

Guan Ning stumbled and almost lost his balance.

Say it again, what is your relationship?

Good heavens! My silly fox has been tricked! I knew that guy didn't seem like a good person.

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