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"Yan An, let's go."

Lin Yan'an turned around and saw Fu Huaiying push open the door and come out. There was no one behind her, and Wen Chuyan did not follow her out. He smiled and extended his hand to her...

Fu Huaiying walked towards him and held the hand he extended. The inability to hold and the unattainable desires of the two lives finally disappeared at this moment.

After returning to the mansion, Lin Yan'an helped Fu Huaiying get off the carriage.

As soon as the two entered the mansion, a black shadow rushed out from the front and pounced on Fu Huaiying. Inertia made her take two steps back.

Chen Huanli raised his head in her arms, his eyes red and misty with tears, "Teacher...you..."

He buried his head in her arms and cried halfway through his words. Fu Huaiying sighed and patted his back gently, "Don't cry, I'm fine, aren't I?"

Dahu came out of the yard and looked at them with some amusement, ignoring Fu Huaiying's eyes asking for help. She was biting the dogtail grass that she had pulled from somewhere, leaning against the wall in a lazy manner.

"Miss, the Fourth Prince is terrified, and I'm not much better either. I also want you to hold me and comfort me."

Chen Huanli cried for a while before he felt a little embarrassed. He raised his head and found that Huaiying's clothes had been wet by him. He felt a little embarrassed.

"Teacher...I...I'm sorry..."

His voice was still tinged with tears. Fu Huaiying raised her hand, touched his hair, and teased him, "You got my clothes wet. Remember to compensate me."

Chen Huanli nodded heavily, "I can give the teacher ten pieces, or even a hundred."

Da Hu interrupted, "A hundred pieces are not necessary. The young lady can't wear so many. However, the osmanthus cake made by the imperial chef in the palace is very good. You can order some more."

Seeing that the teacher was fine, Chen Huanli naturally agreed to everything, "Sister Fuguang, I'll send someone to bring it to you tomorrow."

Da Hu took the grass out of his mouth and said stubbornly, "I don't want to eat it, I prepared it for the girl."

Fu Huaiying waved her and said, "Take the Fourth Prince to the mansion for a walk. There are some carp in the pond over there. I forgot to feed them these days."

Dahu nodded, knowing that they wanted to discuss something, and pulled Chen Huanli away who was somewhat reluctant to leave.

Lin Yanan followed her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Since he wants my life, I won't just sit there and wait for death. The Eastern Palace arson incident made it clear to him that the one standing behind me is not the Crown Prince, but Huan Li. The days ahead are destined to be turbulent. He and Huan Li are destined to fight to the death."

Lin Yan'an raised his hand and took the hair that she had brushed past when she turned her head. He said absentmindedly, "This time he wants to kill you and the Fourth Prince, next time it will be..."

Fu Huaiying nodded, "But let him know that the Crown Prince's attempt to force the emperor to abdicate is extremely difficult. He originally intended to be the jackal. If the Crown Prince succeeded, he would bring the elite soldiers of the patrol battalion into the palace and, under the pretext of eliminating rebels, achieve his goal."

"I'll send a few people to follow you." Lin Yan'an squeezed her hand, and only after feeling the warmth of her hand did he breathe a sigh of relief. "If what happened today happens again, I really can't bear it. Huaiying, I can't lose you again."

The words of rejection were stuck in his throat, and Lin Yan'an stared at her with red eyes. It was obvious that he had not recovered yet.

After a moment, Fu Huaiying nodded slightly. She couldn't leave Lin Yan'an alone anymore.

Lin Yan'an raised his hand and caught the falling leaves. "Huaiying, I know you better than anyone. For revenge, you can give up everything, including me. But if you are determined to leave me, I will follow you immediately."

Fu Huaiying held his hand and said, "I'm sorry, Yan'an, but I really had no other choice at that time. The emperor was determined to protect him, and I couldn't let him live well."

Lin Yan'an lowered his eyes and looked at her. "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. As long as Huan Li... everything won't be a problem. Once he takes that position, we can settle all this. He treated you harshly over the years and caused your mother's death. We will take back every penny of his debt."

"Rest well in the mansion these few days. Da Hu has already asked for leave from His Majesty. The Fourth Prince was assassinated along with you, so we will definitely investigate. Even if we can't find him, I will make them find something else."

Fu Huaiying nodded. "He's too impatient. The Crown Prince fell because he couldn't sit still. His Majesty sent Ji Yuan to Prince Huan's mansion to investigate the truth behind the fire in the Eastern Palace as a warning to him, but he still took the risk of assassinating Huan Li. He's digging his own grave. If you push him twice, he won't be able to stand up again."

As soon as Fu Huaiying woke up, she went to Fu's house to detoxify Wen Chuyan. After a bumpy journey, she was a little tired and her voice was much weaker.

Lin Yan'an watched her enter the house, helped her onto the bed, and took her coat. "You rest. I'll keep an eye on things outside for you. If you need anything, just call me. I've asked He Feng to make some medicine in the hut. You can sleep for a while and drink it later."

Fu Huaiying nodded. She was too tired to talk.

Lin Yan'an tucked the quilt in for her, closed the curtain, and then slowly walked out.

The season has changed recently and it has rained a few times. The countertop is wet. Lin Yan'an leaned against the door. He raised his hand and gently placed it on his chest. If something really happened to Huaiying, he would not be able to survive.

Fu Huaiying didn't know how long she had slept. She woke up to the sound of rain. The room was pitch black and there was a drizzle outside.

She sat up slowly and leaned against the edge of the bed.

Lin Yan'an heard a slight movement in the room, gently pushed open the door, walked around the screen, and saw Fu Huaiying sitting up.

"Awake, are you feeling unwell?"

Fu Huaiying rubbed his eyebrows, his forehead was hot and he felt dizzy.

"Headache."

Lin Yanan frowned, raised his hand and placed it on her forehead, which felt hot.

"I'll get you some medicine. Do you want some preserves?"

Fu Huaiying nodded and said, "Go get it from Dahu. She has a lot. I don't know where she bought it from. It tastes better than those sold outside."

Lin Yan'an agreed with a smile. He thought that although he was usually serious and calm, he became a little more childish when he was sick, which was very cute.

Fu Huaiying watched him go out, and her head started to hurt again. She rolled up the quilt and shrank back into it.

When Lin Yan'an came back, she lit a lamp outside the screen. The candlelight flickered. She had just woken up, and it was not good for the room to be bright all of a sudden, so she lit a small lamp outside so that she could see.

Fu Huaiying was in a daze and saw a dark shadow approaching. She smelled a familiar scent and closed her eyes in relaxation.

Lin Yan'an sat down beside the bed, placed the medicine bowl on the table beside him, turned around and coaxed her, "Huaiying...get up and drink the medicine first, then go back to sleep."

Fu Huaiying shook her head without opening her eyes. She didn't want to get up.

Lin Yan'an sighed, found a cloak from the closet, put it on her, bent down, pulled her out of the quilt, and wrapped her in the cloak.

Ignoring Fu Huaiying's resentful look, he scooped a spoonful of medicine and put it to her lips.

Fu Huaiying leaned against him, frowned and drank, "It tastes bad."

Lin Yanan kissed her forehead gently. "I've asked Hefeng to put some licorice in it. Would you like a piece of malt candy? Dahu said you like this."

He said, peeling off the sugar coating and holding it to her lips.

Fu Huaiying lowered her head to take a look, then put it in her mouth and cut it open to dispel the lingering bitter taste.

She felt a little hot, having just sweated. Lin Yan'an was also hot, so she pushed him away in annoyance and rolled sideways into the bed.

Lin Yan'an looked at her with amusement, hung up the cloak, and covered her with the quilt.

As a result, the quilt that had just been covered was kicked away by her.

Lin Yanan went over and covered it.

Fu Huaiying kicked it away again.

Cover it.

Kick away.

This cycle was repeated four or five times until Fu Huaiying ran out of energy and stopped.

The quilt inside was warmed by her, and Fu Huaiying rolled back with her eyes closed.

Lin Yan'an brought in some water, but saw that the quilt had been kicked away by her. He put the basin of water aside and gently covered her with it.

He sat on the edge of the bed, wrung out the handkerchief, wiped her face, and then wiped her sweaty arms.

Looking at Fu Huaiying's flushed face, he raised his hand and stroked it gently, with an unmelting heartache in his eyes.

Fu Huaiying raised her hand to cover her forehead in a daze. She had a headache, and felt both cold and hot. She felt really uncomfortable, but she couldn't tell where it hurt.

Suddenly, the hand on her forehead was removed and a cool handkerchief was placed on her forehead. A gentle coolness came over her and her brows slowly relaxed.

Lin Yan'an took the handkerchief from her forehead, dipped it back into the ice water, and replaced it with a new one for her.

Fu Huaiying was drowsy from the fever and turned sideways uncomfortably, his body covered in sweat. His hanging hand was picked up and gently wiped.

She slowly opened her eyes, half closed, and could only see Lin Yan'an's hand. She reached out and grabbed his strong forearm.

"Yan An..."

Lin Yan'an lowered his head and put his lips to hers, "What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Fu Huaiying just held his hand and didn't respond.

Lin Yan'an took the handkerchief that had fallen from her forehead and gently placed it on her forehead, but it was still hot.

"Huaiying...drink some water, okay?"

"Yan An..."

Fu Huaiying didn't hear what he said, she just turned sideways and called his name.

Lin Yan'an's heart melted. He gently picked her up, took the bowl beside him, scooped a spoonful of water and handed it to her lips.

Fu Huaiying leaned on his chest, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth obediently.

Maybe she was thirsty, so she drank whatever Lin Yan'an fed her.

Lin Yan'an didn't let her lie down again. He just held her in his arms, pulled the quilt over her, squeezed the water out of the handkerchief with one hand, held her shoulders with one hand, and wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck with the other hand.

"Yan An..."

"Huaiying... go to sleep... I'm here..."

When it was dawn, the fever subsided a little. Lin Yan'an lowered his head and put his forehead against hers. It was indeed subsided a little, at least not as hot as last night.

Lin Yan'an hadn't slept all night, and there was a hint of fatigue between his brows.

Fu Huaiying slowly opened her eyes and saw Lin Yan'an's strong arms, and when she looked up, she saw his firm jaw.

She was feeling much better, but still had a headache. "Yan An..."

Lin Yanan closed his eyes and responded to her subconsciously, "I'm..."

Fu Huaiying crawled out of his arms and touched his face.

Lin Yan'an opened his eyes and it was already light outside. He lowered his head and raised his hand to cover Fu Huaiying's forehead. She still had a low fever, but fortunately it was no longer hot.

"Are you feeling better? Are you still feeling bad?"

Fu Huaiying lowered her eyes and looked at the three handkerchiefs in the basin. "You've been guarding me all night? Are you tired?"

Lin Yan'an shook his head. "I was ambushed on the battlefield before and didn't sleep for three days. It's just one night. I'm not tired."

"You haven't slept a wink since you rescued me. How can you not be tired? Yan An, get some sleep."

Lin Yan'an shook his head subconsciously.

"Just think of it as staying with me and sleeping for a while longer, okay?"

"No, I'm already feeling uncomfortable in your room..."

"We've already been married, what's wrong with that?"