Chapter 62: She had put on a great show for him for a long time, but a single sentence to comfort her...
He performed with great effort for a long time, but not a single word of comfort came his way.
Jiang Zhuoying felt uneasy and casually glanced at the other person's expression.
Seeing that he still had a stern face and an indifferent expression, if you only looked at his face, it was as if you had returned to the days when you first met him.
But the man's eyes said it all; they were clearly different from the cold and distant look of those days, instead containing a slightly mischievous smile.
Jiang Zhuoying immediately felt confident. In order to coax him away as soon as possible, she even leaned into his arms and gently hugged his waist.
"I still feel a bit tired and want to rest a little longer."
The man gave a faint reply, but carefully carried her back to the bed, tucked her in, and gently rubbed her temples before leaving.
Perhaps to let her sleep peacefully, the oil lamp had been extinguished, and the footsteps faded into the distance. Jiang Zhuoying slowly closed her eyes.
It's like a dream...
"So tired..." she sighed softly, relaxed her mind, and drifted off to sleep.
*
At dinner time, the food was already laid out in the hall.
Chu Yixin frequently glanced towards the bedroom, then looked at her master who was still busy behind the desk.
"Ahem... Master, why don't you go and call Miss Jiang? This dish has been reheated almost three times already; it'll affect the taste if it's reheated too many times, won't it?"
Qi Fan paused slightly, glanced at Chu Yixin, then threw down the wolf-hair brush in his hand and went to the bedroom.
Chu Yixin watched his retreating figure, exhaled, and silently clicked her tongue. From now on, who will be whose master?
Just as he was lost in thought, a cold, hard voice came from the direction of the bedroom, its tone somewhat tense: "Have Yu Ji come over."
Chu Yixin was taken aback, then quickly agreed, threw off his whisk, and ran outside.
There's no need to overthink it... something must have happened to Jiang again...
Yu Ji arrived very quickly. He was prepared, took the pulse, observed for a while, and quickly came to a conclusion.
“Master, Miss Jiang has a fever. She wore wet clothes for too long. She was already feeling unbearably hot at the time, and then she wore another layer of wet clothes. You can imagine what happened.”
Qi Fan frowned, but before he could speak, Yu Ji interjected, "Fortunately, Master had the foresight. The medicine is ready, and I will go and fetch it right away!"
Without waiting for Qi Fan to speak, he turned around and strode away.
He had no desire to linger in this strange atmosphere. His master's eyes were fixed on the girl on the bed, and he wouldn't care about such a minor breach of etiquette.
Jiang Zhuoying developed a fever again without realizing it. She was originally very healthy and rarely suffered from illness.
But ever since arriving at this secluded courtyard, problems have arisen one after another. There is no one to comfort me, and today I have experienced too many things. I was both shocked and frightened, and my emotions fluctuated too much, so I couldn't get through it.
The man's expression was cold and hard, with annoyance in his eyes. He hadn't come to check on the patient for only an hour, so how could the fever have gotten so bad?
Her once fair cheeks were now burning red, her petal-shaped lips were slightly parted, her lips were white and chapped, and she was exhaling hot breath.
Yu Ji's medicine arrived very quickly, and there was still more than half of the candied fruit left on hand.
Without bothering to dismiss the two, he called out a few times, but the person was already half-conscious and only vaguely opened his eyes.
Qi Fan pulled her into his arms, blanket and all, and pinched her cheeks while feeding her medicine spoonful by spoonful.
He swallowed the medicine mouthful by mouthful, but his face grew increasingly pale.
If this person were still conscious, they would have already started arguing with him, instead of acting like they are now.
After taking so much herbal medicine, she didn't complain about wanting candied fruit.
It must be burnt to a crisp.
The bedroom was completely silent, except for the man's occasional hoarse, coaxing voice.
Chu Yixin and Yu Ji remained silent, too shocked to speak from the scene before them.
After feeding her the dark, murky medicine, he put a pitted candied fruit in Jiang Zhuoying's mouth and smoothed her brow.
After putting the person back in bed, I turned to the side and saw the two people standing stiffly to the side.
...
His lips were somewhat pale, and he remained silent for a moment.
Chu Yixin seized the opportunity to step forward and take the empty bowl from his hand, and Yu Ji also took the opportunity to say goodbye.
After everyone left, the man sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, his jawline taut and his eyes filled with ruthlessness.
He neither turned off the lights nor went to his study. Instead, he sat by the couch, looking down at the girl on the couch, occasionally checking the temperature of her forehead, waiting for her fever to subside.
The quilt on the bed was very thick, and Jiang Zhuoying's hands and feet were tightly covered by the quilt. Unconsciously, she quietly poked her hands out from under the quilt.
The man, expressionless, leaned forward, took her hand, and tucked it into the blankets...
Completed in one go.
"……Um."
The girl struggled slightly in bed, her voice filled with obvious dissatisfaction.
"obedient."
Make her obey?
Jiang Zhuoying said that she hates this kind of bossy tone the most!
With her hands bound and unable to move, she kicked off the blanket and, in front of everyone, stretched her snow-white feet out from under the covers.
The cool air brushed against my feet, finally ending that stuffy feeling from being in bed.
After all that commotion, Jiang Zhuoying regained some of her senses and was no longer as confused as before.
She slowly exhaled, a thin layer of sweat already beading on her forehead.
Suddenly, her ankles were grabbed and squeezed with a force like an iron clamp. In the next instant, both of her feet fell into someone's palm.
"Hmm?"
Jiang Zhuoying frowned instantly: "...Let go."
Qi Fan lowered his eyes with a cold expression. His palms and feet had skin as smooth as cream, and they were covered in a thin layer of sweat from the stuffy heat in the quilt, making them feel slippery to the touch.
His fingertips had a thin layer of calluses, and touching them felt like sandpaper gliding across delicate silk; you could clearly feel the trembling of the skin beneath your palms.
"Waaah... Let me go!"
The itching and pain, combined with the overwhelming force of the suppression, instilled a sense of fear within her.
Unable to break free, Jiang Zhuoying simply followed his force and tried to kick him.
But Qi Fan was faster, grabbing her so hard that her ankles ached.
"Ouch...it hurts!"
His eyes instantly filled with tears, Qi Fan's brow twitched, and he immediately let go of her hand.
Her two little legs tucked back under the covers with a "whoosh," and the little girl yelled at him with red eyes, "You're going to crush my bones!"
Unexpectedly, the man simply chuckled and said, "Now that you know fear, you're not allowed to be willful."
Jiang Zhuoying was rebellious; as soon as Qi Fan finished speaking, she stretched both hands out of the blanket again.
The action was swift and decisive.
She pursed her lips, frowned, and stared at her with a bright, defiant look in her eyes.
Qi Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Jiang Zhuoying gave a soft snort, waiting for the other party to extend his arm, then dodged ahead of him...
After repeating this several times, the cuffs of her already loose nightgown had unknowingly ridden up to above her forearms.
The man deliberately slowed down his movements to let her play around, but when he saw her forearm exposed, his delicate features suddenly paused.
"...Hmm."
How did I get caught again?
Jiang Zhuoying tried to break free: "I'm not making a fuss anymore, please let me go?"
But Qi Fan's expression gradually darkened, and the skin in his hands was fair and smooth, with a jade-like luster.
If he remembered correctly, this place should have been covered with whip marks.
His displeasure was so intense that Jiang Zhuoying shook her head and noticed the change in his expression.
The figure that had been guarding the edge of the bed suddenly loomed over her, casting a shadow in her field of vision.
What do you want to do?
Jiang Zhuoying stared blankly at his forceful actions as his other arm was pulled out of the blanket.
The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing two smooth, white forearms that showed no signs of injury whatsoever.
Jiang Zhuoying carefully pursed her lips. What was she doing?
He didn't seem to want to hurt her, but his expression grew increasingly grim, and the chill emanating from his body intensified.
She licked her lips, her voice slightly hoarse: "Second Prince, what's wrong...?"
The man suddenly looked up, his dark eyes sharp and unstoppable. Jiang Zhuoying opened her lips, but closed them without saying anything.
Her arms were then stuffed back into the blankets.
The man's face was ashen, and his cold gaze made her heart tremble slightly...
Why... did he suddenly leave again?
Although Jiang Zhuoying didn't know why, she didn't have the extra energy to think about it. After a short while, she closed her eyes and continued to rest.
When she woke up, it was already the next morning.
She was awakened by the blinding sunlight; the glaring light streamed in through the windowpane and shone directly into her eyes.
The girl subconsciously rolled over, then stuck one leg out from under the covers, finding a more comfortable position.
My mind began to gradually recall what had happened yesterday.
After returning from the Third Prince's residence, she seemed to have drunk medicinal soup several times, and then...
Her previously closed eyes suddenly widened, and then, that beast in human clothing said he wanted to marry her?!
She could still remember that the man stared at her forearm for a long time last night, then gave her a deep look before turning around and leaving.
The girl's eyes suddenly widened even more.
Oh no, oh no, this is terrible!
She knew what Qi Fan was looking at!
Jiang Zhuoying stretched out her arms and pulled her nightgown up to her shoulders. Her forearms were as smooth and delicate as white jade, with no trace of the scars she had drawn with rouge.
She sat blankly on the couch, wondering how she would cover up the lie this time.
She got off the bed, but couldn't find her clothes on the cangue.
Looking around, I realized that the surrounding decor was not the same as my original room at all.
This should have been Qi Fanxie's main room.
"Ah Liu? Ah Liu, are you there?"
Jiang Zhuoying tentatively called out to the outside, but there was no response.
She tiptoed out of the bedroom and found that the door was locked from the outside.
"Bang bang bang~"
She tried knocking on the door, then pressed her ear against it to listen to what was happening outside.
"Oh my! Is that Jiang girl inside?"
"Eunuch Chu? It's me, Eunuch Chu!" Her voice suddenly rose. "Eunuch Chu, why is the door locked?"
Chu Yixin glanced around, then carefully pressed the whisk against the door.
"Jiang girl, what did you do to upset your master yesterday?"
Chu Yixin was also extremely curious about this matter. Clearly, when he took his leave yesterday, his master was acting as if he wanted the stars but not the moon.
Why did you order someone to lock the door at night?
Jiang Zhuoying felt somewhat guilty about the matter; she had indeed lied to someone.
She coughed lightly twice: "Ahem, this is a long story... His Highness, is he really angry?"
"Eunuch Chu, can I still come out?"
The girl's voice was thin and weak, and she sounded pitiful.
Chu Yixin was already very tolerant of her, and upon hearing her words, she immediately began to comfort her.
"Why not? We can just wait until Master's anger subsides, but..."
"But what?" Jiang Zhuoying was already pressed against the crack in the door.
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