Chapter 61 (8,000 words) Oh no, Yin Xingchuan...

The candlelight flickered, the hot mist was thick, and the faint sound of running water came from behind the screen in the inner room, like a long and circuitous breathing, which made people imagine endlessly.

When it was about to break, Yin Xing's cheeks flushed as she pulled away from the kiss, her head a little short of oxygen.

But the Xuan Yizheng in front of him didn't seem to have changed much. His cold white jade face looked warm and shiny because it was soaked in fine mist. There was still a hint of crystal water at the end of his beautiful eyebrows, just like a lotus emerging from the water, with a different kind of charm.

"So it's because of the discord between Jiang Yun, Liu Ci and the others that you're having wild thoughts?" Xuan Yizheng's clear voice was tinged with a hint of tenderness and hoarseness. His palm gently stroked the herbs floating on the water, not wanting them to get even half an inch close to Yin Xing's skin.

"Yeah." Yin Xing didn't have the energy to snuggle up to Xuan Yizheng. She nodded shyly, and her lips felt a little numb.

Come to think of it, it’s already late at night and I haven’t eaten yet.

Yin Xing had no idea how he had followed Xuan Yizheng into the gauze tent before, and had been tormented until now. He was really tired.

Xuan Yizhen lowered his eyes, his gaze settling on Yin Xing's fluttering, thick lashes. His slender fingertips caressed her rosy cheeks, a gentle caress of affection, easing the lingering longing. He said solemnly, "But we're already married, so naturally we're different from them."

To be honest, Xuan Yizhen is now somewhat glad that he married Yin Xing. Only in this way can he rightfully possess everything of her.

Yin Xing looked up at the elegant and graceful Xuan Yizhen. Her eyes were firm and open, and she replied with a curved brow, "Yes, and Yizhen is so gentle and kind, she wouldn't let me sleep on the table in the Dali Temple."

"Of course, but I couldn't stop you from going to the Dali Temple and sleeping on the table."

“…”

These words reminded Yin Xing of the embarrassing incident when he ran away before getting married.

Xuan Yizhen pursed her lips lightly, a faint smile flickering through her calm eyes. She fiddled with Yin Xing's earlobe, leaving faint tooth marks on it, and said seriously, "Xing'er, I don't want you to worry about other things."

Even if Yin Xing was thinking of herself because of Jiang Yun and the others, Xuan Yizheng didn't want her attention to be divided with others, as she would be very unhappy.

"Well, I just don't understand why they would quarrel for no reason." Yin Xing responded with a blink of his eyes, feeling in his heart that he shouldn't let Xuan Yizheng worry about him.

"Conflicts often accumulate over time and eventually erupt, just like the wars in the dynasty today. And you are not them, so it is naturally difficult for you to notice." Xuan Yizheng raised his arms and embraced Yin Xing in his arms, holding a handkerchief in his palm to wipe her, his voice clear and soft.

Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen's beautiful profile, and with all sincerity, he leaned against her and said, "I don't have any conflicts with Yizhen that have accumulated over time. Does Yizhen have any?"

If Xuan Yizhen has a conflict with him, Yin Xing will change it immediately!

Xuan Yizhen met Yin Xing's bright eyes, hesitated for a moment, not wanting to hide anything, and replied thoughtfully: "Maybe."

After he finished speaking, Yin Xing lost his confidence, as if the sky had fallen and he couldn't bear it.

In the silence, there was only the sound of dripping water. Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen, whose face was gentle and kind, in disbelief. He never expected that she would have accumulated conflicts with him.

Because Yin Xing felt that he was already obedient to Xuan Yizheng, he did not make any excuses even when Jiang Yun laughed at him for being a wife slave.

"Is Yizhen dissatisfied with me in some way?" Yin Xing asked nervously.

"No, I was just talking casually." Xuan Yizheng responded gently with a smile, but his eyes did not miss the changes in Yin Xing's expression. He tapped her nose lightly with his fingertips, making her blink.

In fact, Xuan Yizheng felt that Yin Xing had been away from him for too long during the day, and he wanted her to stay with him all the time.

But Xuan Yizheng knew that this would only make Yin Xing realize that something was wrong with him.

Secrets always need distance to be hidden.

Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen with a slightly relaxed look in his heart. He raised his hands to hold her, muttering anxiously, "If there is any conflict, Yizhen must tell me, okay?"

Normally, Xuan Yizheng would never express any dissatisfaction towards him, so Yin Xing subconsciously thought that there was no conflict between them.

It seems that Xuan Yizheng's response to emotions is too perfect.

To the point that Yin Xing almost forgot that Xuan Yizhen was easily insecure, and she even needed the help of a red silk ribbon to feel at ease.

Xuan Yizhen didn't look at Yin Xing's bright eyes that reflected the water light. His gaze lingered on the ambiguous marks on her body. He responded softly, "Okay."

Since getting married, Xuan Yizheng has been taking care of Yin Xing's health, and now it seems to be quite effective.

Then Xuan Yizheng raised his palm and moved it closer to feel Yin Xing's heartbeat.

"Hmm!" Yin Xing didn't expect the movement to be so sudden, and subconsciously hugged his arms.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Yizheng spoke in a normal tone, without retracting his hand. Instead, he could clearly feel the beating heart, which was getting faster and faster, as if it was trying to drill into his palm.

Her heartbeat is cute too.

Yin Xing blushed and looked at the bright and open Xuan Yizhen and said, "It's nothing. I can clean it myself."

Xuan Yizhen didn't cooperate, but replied calmly: "You shyly rejecting me like this may cause conflicts that will accumulate over time."

After he finished speaking, Yin Xing couldn't say a word. He could only slowly lower his arms and let Xuan Yizheng wipe them, lowering his eyes and not daring to look at her at all.

"Come to think of it, you've changed a lot recently." Xuan Yizheng lowered his head and touched Yin Xing's red earlobe, smiling softly and whispering. The subtle touch of his breath made her whole body react more obviously, like a delicate flower.

It turns out that real people are more fascinating than jade dolls.

"..." Yin Xing, who had been trying to play the ostrich, was too ashamed to respond.

However, Yin Xing glanced at Xuan Yizhen who was leaning against him, and his throat started to roll. He mustered up his courage, leaned closer, and opened his lips, vaguely responding, "Yizhen, you prefer this kind of unashamed intimacy, right?"

Maybe I need to be more passionate and straightforward with Xuan Yizheng so that she will be happy.

Instantly, Xuan Yizhen's breathing slowed down slightly. He raised his water-stained arm and held Yin Xing tightly, whispering, "Hmm."

Xuan Yizheng subconsciously wanted to grasp the red silk ribbon in the air to control the jade doll, and then he came back to his senses and realized that Yin Xing was even more obedient than the jade doll.

The words fell silent, and Yin Xing tried hard to please Xuan Yizheng, hoping to ease the dissatisfaction and conflict in her heart.

It was late at night and the water was gurgling. The candlelight burned all night until dawn and turned into a thin mist.

Outside the window, the flowers and green vines are already showing the splendor of the new year, but the sneeze is quite abrupt.

"A-choo!" Yin Xing sighed because of a stuffy nose.

Oh, it seems we really shouldn’t make such a fuss.

Xuan Yizhen took out the medicine bottle, dipped his fingertips in the ointment, and applied it to Yin Xing's forehead. He looked at him and said, "If you really feel unwell, you can take a leave."

"It's okay, I just have a little nasal discomfort." Yin Xing's originally childish voice gradually became low and hoarse with a hint of innocence. He held the bitter brown medicine soup in his palm, but didn't really want to drink it.

But if I don’t take the medicine, Xuan Yizheng will be even more worried.

"Okay, drink the medicine while it's hot." Seeing this, Xuan Yi really didn't want to force the arrangement. He looked at Yin Xing's slightly dry lips, thought of her pain, and looked away with a tight throat as he spoke.

Perhaps due to the effects of applying the ointment and taking the medicinal soup, Yin Xing felt much better. Seeing Xuan Yizheng sitting quietly beside her without any discomfort, she felt relieved and confused.

Fortunately, Xuan Yizhen, who was always sick, did not catch a cold because of the cold bath water.

The question is why I have cold symptoms.

Xuan Yizhen cleaned the hand that had been smeared with ointment, slowly wiping it clean with an embroidered handkerchief. Suppressing the impatience in her heart, she tilted her head to meet Yin Xing's scrutinizing gaze, and replied with a reserved air, "What's wrong?"

When Yin Xing is sick, his body temperature will be hotter and warmer.

Yin Xing was swallowing a mouthful of medicine with difficulty, and replied in a muffled nasal voice, "It's okay, Yizhen looks very energetic."

"Well, that might be your credit."

“Ahem!”

These words caught Yin Xing off guard. He looked at the serious Xuan Yizheng in astonishment, unable to tell whether she was joking or not.

After all, Xuan Yizheng is very good at concealing her emotions with gentleness and calmness, so Yin Xing is teased without any defense every time.

Xuan Yizhen wiped the medicinal soup from Yin Xing's lips gently and patiently, "I think you should not change into spring clothes too early. Sometimes, spring days that seem full of birdsong and lush grass can bring illness due to late spring cold snaps, which are often no less severe than winter because it can easily lead to people becoming careless and contracting illness."

"Yeah, I know." Yin Xing looked at Xuan Yizhen, who was still wearing the winter coat with fine fleece. The collar was tightly wrapped around her slender and straight neck, making her look cold and restrained.

There was no trace of that gentle, seductive and emotional look on her face at all. She was like two completely different people.

The warm sun rises outside the house, and the flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom, with bright and gorgeous colors, just like a gorgeous greenhouse, dreamy and quiet.

In the morning, Yin Xing hurried into the Dali Temple and almost missed the time.

The officials and detectives in the Dali Temple all had their own duties, and no one would specifically greet Yin Xing.

"Master Xiao Yin." Yin Xing was a little surprised when he heard this.

Seeing the attendant official Ruan Teng approaching respectfully from the corridor, Yin Xing responded, "Ruan Sicheng, is there something?"

Ruan Teng listened to Yin Xing's nasal voice and said politely, "Nothing serious. I am just delivering a message to Master Yin on behalf of Master Jiang. I hope you will be careful with those involved in the Dali Temple and avoid any indecent behavior."

"What are the indecent things about people?"

"Master Xiao Yin must have heard the recent rumors in the Dali Temple."

Seeing that the man seemed to be speaking in riddles, Yin Xing shook his head and replied, "I rarely interact with people on weekdays, so please tell me in detail."

Ruan Teng was stunned. He looked up at the young Dali Temple Junior Official and could only say, "Miss Du and Miss Jiang fought over you. Everyone in the Dali Temple knows about this now. If Princess Zhanghua knew about this, she would definitely be displeased."

After he finished speaking, Yin Xing was so shocked that he was speechless and almost doubted his own ears.

Du Ruo and Jiang Yun were fighting over me, what the hell was going on?!

Seeing this, the attending official Ruan Teng said goodbye without staying any longer.

Yin Xing returned to the general warehouse in disbelief, still unable to understand how such a bizarre rumor could have spread about him.

But could it be that Jiang Yun, Liu Ci and the others also have their own reasons for their discord?

In the afternoon, Yin Xing ran into Liu Ci in the backyard dining area. He quickly brought her food and ginger soup and sat down across from her, calling softly, "Miss Liu, have you not reconciled with Constable Jiang yet?"

"Hmm." Liu Ci quietly picked up the vegetables and ate.

"Actually, those rumors are all false. Don't misunderstand Constable Jiang." Yin Xing explained with concern.

Liu Ci looked up at Yin Xing's clear, round eyes and said patiently, "No, this has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Yun has always been like that over the years. Liu Ci is worried about her and is really tired.

Seeing this, Yin Xing asked with a puzzled look: "Why is that?"

After he finished speaking, Liu Ci did not respond immediately. His eyes fell on the back of Yin Xing, his expression changed slightly, and he stopped talking and lowered his head to eat.

Yin Xing tilted his head in confusion, and was a little surprised to see Jiang Yun walking towards him briskly with food in his hand.

Jiang Yun had seen someone with Liu Ci from afar earlier, and he immediately walked quickly. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he saw Yin Xing, and said casually, "What a coincidence."

"How can you still laugh at this time?" Yin Xing tilted his head and looked at the cynical Jiang Yun and sighed worriedly.

"The sky isn't falling, so why can't I laugh?" Although Jiang Yun was joking with Yin Xing, his eyes kept scanning the silent Liu Ci.

Yin Xing was speechless, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. He could only ask politely, "So what exactly are these rumors about the Dali Temple?"

In response, Jiang Yun said nonchalantly: "This matter was spread by someone, but I thought you would be kept in the dark."

After all, Yin Xing basically turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside, most of the officials in the Dali Temple disliked her, and it was even more impossible for the old hands in the general treasury to expose the rumors in person.

"So you already knew that. I wonder who would be so bored." Yin Xing muttered as he drank ginger soup to ward off the cold.

The officials of the Dali Temple are even more outrageous in their fabrication of rumors and gossip than the common people.

Liu Ci, who had been silent the entire time, watched the chicken drumsticks being placed on the bowl. Her gaze followed the bamboo chopsticks and she saw the usually unruly Jiang Yun, his face full of flattery. Her gaze fell on the barely scabbed wound on the side of her neck, and she said quietly, "These rumors don't seem to be without purpose. One is the daughter of the Dali Temple Minister, and the other is the consort of Princess Zhanghua. Spreading these indecent rumors will only do you more harm than good."

Seeing that Liu Ci was still very concerned about him, Jiang Yun quickly responded in a supportive manner: "I know, there are suspected candidates in this matter, but they are not sure yet."

Jiang Yun was usually very careful in his interactions with Yin Xing, but not long after Du Ruo entered the Dali Temple, rumors started to spread about him. It was too obvious.

"Who is it?" Yin Xing asked with his nasal tone slightly relieved after drinking ginger soup.

"Du Ruo, she almost killed me last time. Her methods were extremely cruel." Jiang Yun tasted the vegetarian dish in Liu Ci's bowl. His tone was flat, as if it wasn't her who had experienced the life-or-death situation.

But Jiang Yun didn't understand why Du Ruo wanted to get involved in the rumors herself, as it was not good for the reputation of the noble lady.

Moreover, Jiang Yun suspected that Du Ruo had known that he was investigating her for a long time, and was afraid that she would take revenge on him because of the Second Princess.

Yin Xing was shocked when she heard Jiang Yun's words. She had never expected their relationship to be so bad. She asked, "Why would she do this?"

Jiang Yun tilted his head to look at Yin Xing, who was holding the ginger soup. He didn't want to talk about the disgusting intrigue, so he teased, "One possibility is that Du Ruo has a crush on you, so she thinks I'm an eyesore."

"How is that possible?" Yin Xing felt that Jiang Yun was too frivolous. He and Du Ruo had not spoken a few words to each other in several months.

"Anything can happen in this world. You should stay away from Du Ruo in the future. She is very skilled in martial arts." After saying that, Jiang Yun did not mention the second possibility, which is that Du Ruo is a madman who only wants to create chaos in the world.

There was no grudge between him and Du Ruo, but she was so cruel that day, which showed that she was definitely a good person.

Jiang Yun has been dealing with extremely evil criminals for many years, so he believes that some people are born with evil spirits in their bodies, which is why they can do all kinds of evil and kill people like crazy.

Seeing that Jiang Yun was serious about what she said, and clearly seeing the sword wound on her neck, Yin Xing did not object and nodded in response: "Okay."

After he finished speaking, Yin Xing buried his head in eating rice and didn't notice that Jiang Yun's hand was holding Liu Ci's hand under the table.

Liu Ci was still worried about Jiang Yun's disregard for life and death in handling cases, but she couldn't bear to ignore her, so she stopped and said, "Eat well and stop making trouble."

Seeing that Liu Ci was willing to reconcile with him, Jiang Yun immediately brought the food and sat next to her, with many etiquettes.

When Yin Xing, who was concentrating on eating, slowly noticed the empty seat next to him, he found that Jiang Yun had been sticking to Liu Ci for a long time, with a happy look on his face, and no trace of his dejected look at all.

Yin Xing felt that Jiang Yun was like a heroic gray wolf covered with scars in the mountains on weekdays, but at this moment he would lower his head to show his goodwill to Liu Ci and ask for a touch.

This scene made Yin Xing feel a little redundant, so he quietly focused on eating and drinking soup without disturbing them.

As for Miss Du, Yin Xing never expected her to be so scary, and he didn't know how to face her in the future.

After all, Jiang Yun is half-master of Yin Xing, and he can't just sit there and watch her being bullied.

In the silence, the sun shines brightly outside the window, gradually bringing out some warmth. The flowers on the branches are fluttering, and their reflections are reflected on the surface of the pond.

In the pavilions of the Second Princess's Mansion, the air was gradually filled with the fragrance of Zen. A jade statue of the Bodhisattva was placed quietly in front of the table, looking kind and compassionate.

Du Ruo sat aside, wiping the sharp soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing, letting the cold light flicker by, and said indifferently: "Why are you spreading rumors in the Dali Temple?"

The Second Princess fiddled with her ruby ​​jewel beads with her fingertips and said calmly, "I am cleaning up the mess for you. After all, a personal fight based on personal feelings is easier to confuse the public. Otherwise, Jiang Yun has too many connections behind him, and we can't afford to offend him anytime soon."

Now that her reputation is ruined, the second princess cannot show up in person and can only rely on others to do things.

"Really? I guess you just don't want to offend the Dali Temple Minister."

"You're right. The dynasty is in a critical situation right now. It's better to have one more friend than one more enemy. Moreover, Jiang Yun's official position was restored by the Third Princess and the First Prince. You should restrain yourself a little."

Du Ruo scoffed, looking at the soft sword in her hand with a stern expression, and said quietly: "But this Jiang Yun has close contacts with Yin Xing. She might also be Princess Zhang Hua's hidden chess piece."

The second princess said with a slightly cold expression: "Are you sure?"

"There is no such thing as a 100% certainty, but since you were caught by the Dali Temple with irrefutable evidence, I think Jiang Yun must have been involved." Du Ruo put the soft sword into its sheath and casually put down the blood-stained handkerchief.

The Dali Temple was a knife in the emperor's hand, and no force was ever allowed to interfere. But now this balance was being openly broken.

It is now obvious that the emperor wants the eldest prince to ascend the throne.

"If your speculation is correct, then Jiang Yun may be impossible to win over." The second princess has not forgotten the shame of being imprisoned.

However, whether the Dali Temple Minister also stands on the same side requires further investigation. It is rumored that Jiang Yun and Jiang Zhengming have been at odds for many years, and their father-daughter relationship has long been in name only.

Du Ruo's reaction was indifferent. His gaze drifted to the surface of the pond outside the pavilion, where fish were swimming. He spoke as if it had nothing to do with him: "This morning, the Third Princess sent someone to invite me to her Peifeng Tower on my day off."

The second princess gathered her thoughts and said, "Are you going?"

"Well, I haven't been to the capital for a long time. I almost can't remember what my relatives and friends in the royal family look like." Du Ruo said it sarcastically. Due to the death of Empress Dowager Du, the Du family of Wuzhou was almost suppressed to the point of suffocation.

"Okay, go ahead." The second princess knew that Du Ruo was not only cruel, but also arrogant, so it was naturally difficult to recruit and control her.

Du Ruo turned his gaze towards the Second Princess, who was dressed in Taoist robes, and said in surprise, "You don't seem to mind my association with the Third Princess?"

The Second Princess looked directly into Du Ruo's cold gaze, feeling that she bore many resemblances to Xuan Yizhen. She concealed her disgust, gripping the ruby ​​jewel beads between her fingertips and feigning composure as she said, "Because you're interested in Yin Xing, and the Third Princess is also somewhat interested, you two can't become allies."

"So there is another reason. It seems that you really put some effort into investigating my preferences." As Du Ruo spoke, his eyes swept over the two people that the second princess had specially prepared to add to the fun. At this moment, their bodies were already soaked in blood, but they were not dead yet. Their eyes were full of fear and pleading, a bit like dumb fish in a pond, not very pleasing to the eye.

Maybe it's because their eyes look like those of a dead fish, completely lifeless.

If it were Yin Xing, she would probably look much better. Her eyes were very beautiful and lively, like two obsidians placed in clear water, sparkling brightly.

The Second Princess smiled shrewdly and replied, "Of course. Third Princess's actions are ultimately no match for mine. Besides, you hate the Emperor, don't you?"

It was widely rumored that the Wuzhou Du clan declined because Empress Wanqi lost the battle with Empress Dowager Du.

However, the emperor has never helped the descendants of the Du family in Wuzhou. This is the indifference of the imperial family.

He wouldn't even care about the life or death of his biological mother, Empress Dowager Du, let alone taking care of Empress Dowager Du's mother's family. How could Du Ruo not hate her?

It seems that the eldest prince, whom the emperor values, may not necessarily be in the interests of other clans, and this is especially true for the Du clan.

Du Ruo looked indifferently at the Second Princess's smug smile, her expression unmoved. She said softly, "Back then, under the tyranny of Queen Wanqi, which of you princesses and princes hadn't been protected by Queen Mother Du? Yet, not a single one of you has repaid the favor. If I must say, I don't like any member of the royal family."

After she finished speaking, the smile on the second princess's face faded, and she was somewhat horrified at Du Ruo's overwhelming hatred.

Seeing this, Du Ruo smiled in amusement and said casually, "Just kidding. After all, I still have to rely on the royal family to get by in the capital."

In fact, Du Ruo didn't have any good feelings towards the Du family. They were just a group of crawling creatures.

The Second Princess, however, didn't quite believe this. She placed her fingertips on the ruby ​​Zen beads and said slowly, "Have you been killing people of the same generation as the Du family these years?"

According to the investigation of the spies, among the young members of the Wuzhou Du family, there has not been a single member who has not lived to the age of sixteen in the past twenty years.

Among them is even Du Ruo's younger brother, so she now controls the entire Du family's power in Wuzhou.

"Survival of the fittest applies everywhere, especially when people are poor and weak. Aren't you also killing each other's relatives?" Du Ruo responded calmly.

"That's true. You can take this opportunity to get in touch with more royal family members. Does Princess Zhanghua have any invitation?" The second princess suppressed her panic and responded, thinking that Du Ruo was too ambitious. In time, she would have to be on guard against him.

Du Ruo shook his head and replied with some regret: "That person probably won't invite me."

The second princess looked surprised and asked, "Why?"

These two people have strangely similar personalities and preferences, but Xuan Yizheng usually won't take the initiative to attack, while Du Ruo has a murderous heart that likes to provoke trouble.

"I can't really say, maybe it's a feeling." Du Ruo actually had a very good impression of Xuan Yizheng.

If Xuan Yizhen's mother had not wiped out the Du family, perhaps the relationship would not have reached this point.

However, when Du Ruo thought about the prince consort chosen by Xuan Yizheng, she felt that she should also be very interesting, but they were too similar, which made the competition stronger.

Seeing that Du Ruo didn't seem to have any more hatred towards Xuan Yizhen, the Second Princess provoked, "You want Yin Xing, Princess Zhang Hua won't give him up."

"I never ask for anything from others. It's more fun to plunder, isn't it?"

"Princess Zhanghua is not easy to deal with. What are your plans?"

Du Ruo looked directly into the Second Princess' calculating eyes, and said with a clear understanding, "I have already sent some people to express my regards."

The Second Princess was stunned. She had not expected her to be so rude and blunt. She said, "It's broad daylight now, and the compound is heavily guarded. I'm afraid your men will never return."

Over the years, the second princess has sent people to the villa to assassinate and investigate, but no one has returned.

"Everything has to have a first time, and it's more interesting during the day. When Yin Xing returns to the villa, maybe we'll see a surprise." Du Ruo knew how eager Yin Xing was to return to the villa every day, so she was even more curious about her reaction.

The puppy must be very sad without an owner.

Seeing this, the second princess took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to say that Du Ruo was sick. If the assassination failed, wouldn't she be implicated and break up with Xuan Yizheng openly!

Outside the pavilion, the spring scenery is brilliant. Figures are moving among the flowers in the courtyard. Blood is splattering, spreading from the outer gate to the inner courtyard like a broken bamboo.

It was the first time that the female official Chunli saw such ferocious and terrifying assassins, and she wondered where these assassins came from!

Xuan Yizheng, who was in the courtyard, rarely opened the window of his studio to bask in the sunlight. He placed his fingertips on the strings of the zither and plucked them gently. The lingering and melodious music of the zither rang out, covering up the sounds of fighting outside the courtyard.

Outside, the scorching sun gradually sets in the west. The sunset is gorgeous and magnificent, but it carries the remaining chill of spring, and is slightly chilly.

Yin Xing rode into the outer gate of the villa and saw many maids sweeping the floor along the way, but he didn't think much about it.

Yin Xing dismounted after entering the inner courtyard. His eyes fell on the newly painted walls and tiles, and he asked the maid in confusion, "Why are they suddenly repairing it now?"

In previous years, renovations in the villa were all done in the morning, and rarely in the evening.

"Your Highness, many of the tiles in the courtyard are old and broken, so we asked people to repair them." The maid responded calmly.

"Oh, I see." Yin Xing didn't ask any further questions after hearing the maid's response.

Walking along the corridor, Yin Xing smelled a faint strange smell on the ground, but did not investigate further.

After Yin Xing passed through the corridor, the maids around her brought out the blood and water and quickly left the corridor.

When Yin Xing stepped into the house, he found that the glass flowers and plants had been replaced with fresh flowers and green plants, which were full of fragrance. However, Xuan Yizhen, who used to sit by the window, was no longer there, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

My heart feels empty and uneasy.

At this time, the female official Chunli came out from the inner room with a medicinal soup and bowed respectfully, saying, "Prince Yin, the master has caught a cold and is resting."

"Yeah." Hearing the voice, Yin Xing stepped into the inner room worriedly.

Seeing Xuan Yizheng lying on the couch, holding the green bead and the scriptures in her jade-white hands, she looked exceptionally quiet and elegant, yet with a sense of lifelessness and silence, like a beauty in the murals of an ancient tomb.

Yin Xing stepped forward, reaching out to touch Xuan Yizhen's beautiful face with pity. He carefully sighed and muttered, "I finally recovered. How could Yizhen be infected with typhoid fever?"

"Maybe it's because I wanted to bask in the sun today but encountered the wind." Xuan Yizhen did not avoid Yin Xing's hand. His eyes fell on her worried eyes and he responded gently.

"But the weather is very good now. Could it be that I infected Yizhen when we were close?" Yin Xing turned and covered Xuan Yizhen's cool hand, regretting not keeping a distance.

Knowing clearly that Xuan Yi is really a sick person, one should pay more attention to him.

Xuan Yizhen stared at Yin Xing calmly, frowning with worry. He placed his fingertips on her palm, tracing the lines, and said thoughtfully, "It's possible that I could infect you with this disease. It seems you'll have to restrain yourself for the next few days."

Yin Xing couldn't help but feel a little hot when he heard this. He blinked and looked at Xuan Yizhen who was serious. He nodded shyly and said, "Yeah."

It's not something you can do on your own if you want to.

However, Yin Xing thought that it might be his fault that Xuan Yizheng became ill, so he did not explain much.

That night, Yin Xing followed the rules and went to bed with Xuan Yizheng, fearing that it would aggravate her condition, and he slept restlessly at night.

The next morning, Yin Xing was worried that Xuan Yizhen was not feeling well and would feel even worse staying alone in the room, so he said, "Yizhen, I'll take some time off to accompany you."

Xuan Yizhen slowly raised his eyes to look at Yin Xing, whose face was filled with heartache. His heart suddenly tightened, aching slightly, but he spoke with care, "But you said before that asking for leave would result in a salary deduction."

Xuan Yizheng had mentioned it many times in the past, but Yin Xing refused to ask for leave. But this time, she wanted to ask for leave for herself.

"It's okay, it's just some salary. I'll accompany Xuan Yizhen and the doctor for the consultation today to see how things are going." Yin Xing pressed the gap in Xuan Yizhen's bedding and spoke with concern.

"I asked someone to diagnose it yesterday. It's just typhoid fever, nothing serious. If you want to take a leave, come up and lie down with me." Xuan Yizheng's words were gentle and kind, but he had already raised his hand to hold Yin Xing's hand from under the quilt. It was warm and soft, and he was reluctant to let her go.

"Ah, no." Yin Xing was only thinking about taking care of Xuan Yizhen and serving tea and water, and he misunderstood that she wanted to get close to him, so he kept shaking his head.

Xuan Yizhen stared at Yin Xing's increasingly red cheeks, then realized that she had misunderstood his meaning. He smiled softly and said, "Your body is warm. It would be very comfortable if you came up to warm the bed. What's wrong with that?"

Yin Xing was so embarrassed that he couldn't utter a word. He could only get into bed and warm Xuan Yizheng's bed.

Maybe Xuan Yizhen is right, and I am the one who should restrain myself!

So Yin Xing stayed with Xuan Yizheng in this pure and simple way.

Xuan Yizheng read the book, and Yin Xing was responsible for turning the pages.

Xuan Yizhen drank tea and Yin Xing was responsible for pouring tea.

Yin Xing even wanted to take the bitter medicine for Xuan Yizheng himself because he knew that Chinese medicine was indeed hard to drink.

However, Xuan Yizhen never showed any sign of distaste for the drink. Instead, he teased with interest, "Where's the honey water?"

Honey water is hot water with honey. Some time ago, Yin Xing would drink it after taking medicine to relieve the bitter taste.

But Xuan Yizheng once took away the honey water that Yin Xing wanted to drink. Now thinking about it, Yin Xing felt that it must have been transmitted that way!

"Yizhen, you don't seem to be feeling too uncomfortable." Yin Xing blushed and went to pour water for Xuan Yizhen. Of course, it was impossible for him to kiss her passionately like that again. He looked for topics to relieve the heat.

Xuan Yizhen didn't raise her hand to take the teacup. She lowered her head slightly to drink the tea before she said slowly, "Maybe it's because you've been with me all day."

Hearing this, Yin Xing's face lit up with joy, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, muttering: "I am so powerful!"

"Well, you're very good." Xuan Yizheng looked up at Yin Xing, who was smiling with her eyebrows curved, and thought that she would probably never know how much she longed for her.

"Then Yizhen, I hope you get better soon!" Yin Xing held an embroidered handkerchief in her hand and wiped Xuan Yizhen's thin lips stained with tea. His eyes were wandering, and he was eager to take action. He lowered his head and quickly kissed the corner of her lips while muttering.

Xuan Yizhen's heart paused for a moment, his eyes following Yin Xing, and he fell on her shy expression. His thin lips were pursed into a line, and he suddenly felt a little regretful for restraining himself.

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