Chapter 109 Nightmare "Qi Fan, don't die, waah..."
"Qi Fan, don't die, waaaaah..."
"What will I do if you die..."
The royal family is extremely wary of such matters. Such unrestrained and reckless speech would surely have killed anyone else.
"He's really not dead yet." Qi Fan's lips curved slightly, and he let out a soft sneer.
He raised his hand and stroked the top of Jiang Zhuoying's head, his voice low: "I won't die."
But Jiang Zhuoying was still asleep. She unconsciously turned over, muttering to herself...
The man lowered his eyes and stared at the girl who had her back to him. He couldn't suppress the stirrings in his heart and wanted to know more about her thoughts about him.
After a moment's hesitation, he slowly leaned forward and whispered in her ear—
"She's dead... I'll remarry..."
"..."
Jiang Zhuoying dreamt that Qi Fan died of illness, and in the dream she was heartbroken and in unbearable pain.
Qi Fan had only recently assumed the position of Crown Prince, and his foundation was not yet stable. The remnants of the Third Prince's forces made a comeback in an instant, determined to destroy everything related to Qi Fan.
She and the Duke of Ruiguo's mansion behind her were the first to be affected.
For the sake of her unborn child and the Duke of Rui's mansion, Jiang Zhuoying had no choice but to seek help from Xiao Wei.
She had only tried it as a last resort, but to her surprise, Xiao Wei actually agreed.
There's only one condition: she and her unborn child...
She opened her eyes, crying, realizing she had just had a terrifying nightmare, and called out to people in a hoarse voice.
"Xiangyue pours water."
Before Xiangyue's clear voice could be heard, a sinister, muffled voice sounded from behind.
"Whom does the Crown Princess intend to marry, taking my child with her?"
Jiang Zhuoying froze, then immediately propped herself up on her arms and turned around. She blinked her tear-streaked, wet eyelashes.
The first thing that catches the eye is Qi Fan's tall figure, and at first glance, you can see his dark face and sullen expression.
But Jiang Zhuoying didn't have time to think too much. She raised her arms and pounced on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder.
"Waaaaah, I'm having a nightmare."
She whimpered and cried for a long time, but still didn't hear a single word of patient comforting. After dawdling for a while, she looked up in confusion.
The man's thin lips were tightly pressed together, his face was cold, and his dark, narrow eyes revealed a chilling aura.
Jiang Zhuoying stiffened slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and tentatively asked in a weak voice, "Crown Prince brother?"
Her face was as beautiful as a pear blossom in the rain, and this was the wife he had begged for.
So Jiang Zhuoying watched as the man poured her a glass of warm water with a cold face, his brows furrowed as if he was impatient.
Her sense of grievance intensified.
What did she do wrong?
Why are you giving her that look?
Jiang Zhuoying raised her arm and threw the porcelain cup handed to her away.
Then came a dull thud. Although the room was covered with a thick carpet, she had used considerable force, so it must have broken.
The room fell silent instantly, as the increasingly intense, chilling aura emanating from the man filled the room.
Jiang Zhuoying's fingertips trembled, a mixture of anger and fear.
She didn't know why, but she just couldn't control her temper; she was both angry and aggrieved.
Turning her head away, Jiang Zhuoying tried to suppress the soreness welling up from her eyes. She knelt down and stood up to get off the bed, while also stretching her feet out from under the covers to find her embroidered shoes.
Before her toes even touched the top of her shoe, an undeniable force seized her ankle, while another force supported her lower back, and in an instant, the world spun around her—
Before her eyes blurred, she lay back down, with soft, comfortable blankets behind her.
The man braced himself on either side of her body, leaving ample space between them. His gaze was deep and unfathomable, and his voice was low and heavy, revealing a strong sense of displeasure.
"I am not dead yet."
Jiang Zhuoying watched as his thin lips moved: "The Crown Princess wishes I were dead, so who does she want to marry?"
Jiang Zhuoying was slightly taken aback, her thoughts somewhat disordered and confused.
What do you mean by dead or alive?
To say it like that, don't you even care about the taboo?
"Xiao Wei?" The man's voice was deeper, his eyes as dark as ink, and it was not hard to sense his displeasure.
Jiang Zhuoying's eyes flickered slightly, and she tentatively asked, "Was I talking in my sleep just now?"
The man remained silent.
But Jiang Zhuoying knew that this was his tacit acceptance of the situation.
She understood; it must be because she had spoken aloud what she had dreamt.
The next instant, the young girl bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, and choked out, "It's all your fault. Just now, I dreamt that His Highness died, and the Third Prince came back to raid the Duke's mansion. He even forced me to become pregnant and submit to him..."
"If you do not respond, I will have no choice but to hang myself with my child... Waaah..."
She glanced at the man's face, and it was even more unpleasant than before.
Jiang Zhuoying lowered her eyes and continued, "Even so, I never considered agreeing to his proposal."
"alright."
Qi Fan's voice was a little hoarse, and he suddenly interrupted her.
Jiang Zhuoying looked up abruptly, but before she could see the other person's expression, someone gently pressed the back of her head and pulled her into his arms, while also turning her around.
Qi Fan's hand could envelop the entire back of Jiang Zhuoying's head, his fingertips touching her pink earlobe, his voice low and husky.
“I swear to you, this will not happen.”
It was these two consecutive instances of feigned injury that frightened her, and a hint of regret flashed in the man's eyes.
His years of forbearance and planning naturally involved far more far-reaching considerations than she had imagined. The dream he mentioned earlier could only exist in a dream.
As Jiang Zhuoying was coaxed to sleep, she mumbled in her sleep, "For the sake of me and the child in my womb, Your Highness, please don't die..."
Qi Fan lowered his eyes, his gaze filled with a mixture of heartache and affection as he stared at her. His Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "Mm."
...
Two days later, Jiang Zhuoying received a reply.
When Jiang Zhuoying left Qi Fan's villa, she sent many people to Jiao Hai to look for her father.
But those people never sent back any messages, and she could only learn about her father and the others from Qi Fan.
Just now, Xiangyue received a message by carrier pigeon, saying that her people had found Master Jiang and that they would arrive in Luoyang in less than three days, according to their pace!
After reading the letter, Jiang Zhuoying was so excited that she couldn't sit still.
She paced back and forth in the room: "Where is Qi Fan? Go and ask him quickly."
Xiangxing curtsied and said, "Please don't worry, young lady. I'll go and inquire right away."
Jiang Zhuoying nodded and told her to go quickly.
After Xiangxing left, Xiangyue also went over, her tone full of joy: "Miss, the young master and the second master are finally coming back!"
Jiang Zhuoying grasped her hand in return, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, it's been five years. It's a pity Mother is gone, Xiangyue..."
She suddenly frowned, her hands trembling slightly: "What if they blame me for not protecting my mother?"
Xiangyue helped her inside: "Miss, how could this be? We are all deeply saddened by the unexpected passing of Madam, but there is no turning back now. The Second Master and the others will surely be grieving, but they will also feel sorry for you."
"You have to look ahead. Right now, the most important thing is the safety of the Second Master and the Young Master."
"Yes, and right now, their safety is the most important thing."
Jiang Zhuoying calmed herself down and nodded slowly. This was also the reason why she sent Xiangxing to find Qi Fan.
Just then, Xiangxing returned.
"Miss, His Highness went to court this morning and has not returned yet."
They're not back yet?
Jiang Zhuoying pursed her lips. She was so excited that she couldn't calm down and just wanted to do something.
She wanted to sound out Qi Fan about Jiang Lang's collusion with the Xiyan people.
Although lately, Qi Fan has been giving me whatever I ask for.
However, this involved the politics of the previous dynasty, which she rarely inquired about. Now, her father and the others were about to arrive in Luoyang.
This matter is urgent and needs to be discussed with him.
“Miss, I also brought a letter that the gatekeeper handed in earlier.”
Jiang Zhuoying looked up: "What letter? Let me see it."
"It was handed to me by the young lady."
As Xiangxing answered, he handed the letter in his hand to Jiang Zhuoying.
"Jiang Ying?"
Jiang Zhuoying opened the envelope without hesitation.
Fu Ce had previously been flogged for angering the emperor. Although his injuries had almost healed, it was still inconvenient for him to ride horses and hunt all day long.
Therefore, Fu Ce and his wife Jiang Ying were unable to go on the winter hunt.
Jiang Zhuoying opened the envelope; there were only a few lines of text. Jiang Ying invited her to Yunqi Tea House for a chat.
She handed the letter to Xiangxing and casually instructed, "Let A-Liu make the arrangements."
Xiangxing carefully put the letter away and replied.
...
Before long, Jiang Zhuoying led the group to Yunxi Tea House.
Jiang Ying was already waiting here.
The two hadn't seen each other for some time, and Jiang Ying smiled sincerely when she saw her.
“You’re a real gem now.”
Jiang Zhuoying blushed slightly: "Are you making fun of me?"
She knew that Jiang Ying was referring to her entourage today; indeed, in addition to the people arranged by A-Liu, there were also the guards assigned to her by Qi Fan.
The scale of the operation was quite impressive.
She also felt it was a bit too exaggerated, but she couldn't go against that guy's wishes.
"Alright, sit down quickly."
Xiangyue came over and replaced all the tea and pastries on the table one by one...
Jiang Zhuoying: "..."
She coughed lightly twice, feeling a little embarrassed, but she couldn't say anything bad about Xiangyue.
She knew this was Qi Fan's intention, and that his real informant, A Liu, was standing to the side watching.
Everything she does must reach that person's ears.
This behavior made Jiang Ying feel somewhat uneasy.
Knowing that this was the Crown Prince's first child, no amount of caution was excessive. The fact that they went to such lengths shows not only their deep concern for the child but also their profound affection for A-Zhuo.
After Xiangyue had arranged the pastries and warm, light tea that Jiang Zhuoying could drink to quench her thirst, she consciously stepped aside.
Finally, we can get down to business.
Jiang Ying carried up a small sandalwood box from below and took out a peace charm from it.
“This is something I specially asked for at Fu’an Temple outside the city for your unborn child. It’s to ward off evil and bring blessings, so that he can be born safely.”
Jiang Zhuoying accepted the gift with both hands, examined it carefully, and then looked up at her with a smile: "This is the first gift I've received on behalf of the child in my womb. Thank you on his behalf."
Jiang Ying shook her head slightly and then gestured to the maids beside her.
Jiang Zhuoying immediately understood her meaning. Xiangyue and Xiangxing had been with her since they were little, so Jiang Ying naturally knew that.
There are things that even they can't bear to hear.
She turned her head and said, "You all go out first and wait at the door."
Ah Liu was the first to object: "Your Highness, His Highness instructed me that as soon as you step out of the mansion, I must guard you at all times."
Jiang Zhuoying glanced at Jiang Ying subconsciously; Ah Liu's words didn't spare her any face.
She pursed her lips, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She didn't want to give in to Ah Liu so easily, but she also couldn't immediately lose her temper.
Couldn't Ah Liu have phrased it differently?
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