Jiang Yue's low-grade fever came on suddenly and without warning.
She couldn't tell what was real and what was fake.
Jiang Yue seemed to hear a dense chanting of sutras in her ears, and what she could see was a palace covered with yellow talismans, like the scene of some kind of horrifying ritual.
Jiang Yue was terrified of these superstitious things when she was little, and she also disliked the smell of incense sticks.
Every year during the sacrificial ceremony, she would hide behind her mother, tightly holding her mother's hand, hiding her face, wishing she could close her ears as well, so that she could see and hear nothing.
Her princess palace has been turned into a place for religious rites? They really won't let her rest in peace even in death.
In her nightmare, Jiang Yue screamed in terror. Her hand, which was flailing wildly in the air, was gently grasped and soothed. A gentle voice seemed to whisper beside her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"I'm here."
Jiang Yue gradually relaxed her stiff body, opened her eyes groggily, and struggled to lift her damp eyelashes, which were covered in sweat. She saw a man with a pale face and some bluish stubble on his chin, as if he hadn't had time to shave it off.
Zhou Ji saw that she was awake and touched her forehead: "Are you feeling better?"
Jiang Yue was still very weak. She curled up in the blanket and closed her eyes again without answering him, falling asleep.
Zhou Ji frowned deeply, her eyes filled with an intense worry that seemed impossible to dispel; she was too prone to illness.
If you're not careful, it will turn into a wilted rose.
She still needs to be pampered.
He was terrified that the little rose was gradually withering away.
Jiang Yue was sick for three days, and Zhou Ji had a mountain of work piled up during those three days. He dumped all the things he couldn't handle at home onto his assistant.
There are a few meetings that really can't be postponed.
Assistant Shen was so anxious she was almost frantic. She gritted her teeth and called her boss: "Sir, the pharmaceutical project really can't be done without your presence."
This project is very important.
The Gu family and the Fu family were also involved.
The multinational pharmaceutical companies under the Zhou family's name have almost taken over the entire market share.
Zhou Ji said coldly, "Let's switch to online."
Assistant Shen breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this: "Okay, I'll go and inform the others right away."
Zhou Ji hung up the phone and then used a thermometer to check the temperature of the person who was unconscious on the bed. The fever was almost gone.
Jiang Yue was only lucid for short periods during these three days. Every time she woke up, Zhou Ji seemed to be by her side. He seemed to never get tired, and it was as if he didn't need to rest for the past few days, as long as he could stay by her side.
She looks no different from someone recovering from a serious illness.
She noticed that she felt weaker than usual on the 15th of each lunar month, but she didn't know why.
Or perhaps it's because she can't just say bad things about herself.
He made a solemn oath last time, and he really died.
This time, he just made up a little lie, saying he wasn't feeling well, and then he actually got sick again.
I've postponed your show by a week.
Zhou Ji fed her the medicine while telling her what he was talking about.
Jiang Yue obediently opened her mouth, swallowed the bitter pill, and then swallowed several mouthfuls of water. She said "Oh," her voice weak and listless: "Okay, I understand."
The dream she had this time was truly exhausting.
In the dream, Zhou Fuwei knelt before her grave and slowly wiped the tombstone with a handkerchief.
In the dead of winter, snow blankets the sky.
Zhou Fuwei looked unwell, coughing constantly. He took off his crane cloak, revealing himself dressed in black just as he had when they first met. He poured a glass of wine in front of him, but did not drink it.
The powerful minister, who held the highest position in the court, appeared to be filled with boundless loneliness at this moment.
It was as if there was no one in the world more desolate than him.
“Princess, I only have this one life to give you.”
Her clear, gentle voice spoke as if she were saying something very calm.
The surface was calm and still, and no emotional fluctuations could be detected.
In the next instant, the dagger almost severed the man's wrist, and blood flowed like a winding river, instantly staining the snow-white ground red.
The snowmelt mixed with bright red was a shocking sight.
The man died silently at her grave.
Jiang Yue never expected that someone like Zhou Fuwei would commit suicide. He actually took his own life, dying so decisively and cleanly, without any hesitation or reluctance.
The regent, who held immense power, was actually willing to die so peacefully.
Jiang Yue was lost in thought about these things until she heard Zhou Ji speak to her, which brought her back to her senses.
"Don't think about it."
The more she thought about it, the paler her face became.
Zhou Ji reached out and carefully touched her face, feeling that she was so weak that she could easily break.
These past few days, she's been having nightmares, often murmuring things he can't quite understand.
She cried as she called for her mother and father.
She cried silently, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls, sliding down her collarbone and disappearing into the depths of her collar.
Zhou Ji seemed unable to wipe away her tears no matter how hard she tried. She wasn't stupid; her eyes saw through everything, but she wasn't very good at hiding her feelings.
Her identity had long been exposed like a sieve.
It was no secret to him for a long time.
Jiang Yue looked listless and still wasn't in good spirits, as if her soul had been taken away and then returned to its place, and she was exhausted.
She couldn't help but ponder what Zhou Fuwei meant by what he said in front of the tombstone.
He has to pay with his life.
I owe her, and I should repay her.
So, did Zhou Fuwei really send someone to poison her? If that's the case, why did he pretend to pay for it with his life three years later?
Jiang Yue's mind was a mess, a jumbled mess, so she put the matter aside for the time being.
Even if Zhou Fuwei did it, she can't turn into a vengeful ghost to take his life now.
The past is like smoke; Princess Mingyi died more than a thousand years ago, at the prime of her life.
Even if Zhou Fuwei gave his life for him, it would be of no use.
Princess Mingyi is dead, and that's it. She's gone forever.
Where is the bracelet your mother gave you for Chinese New Year?
When Zhou Ji suddenly brought it up, Jiang Yue was taken aback. She remembered that Madam Zhou had given her a blessed bracelet on New Year's Eve, saying it had the effect of warding off evil spirits and calming the soul.
"In the dresser drawer."
Upon hearing this, the man stood up, retrieved the bracelet, and walked back to her, looking down at her stunned expression: "Give me your hand."
Jiang Yue hesitated for a few seconds before offering him her hand.
Zhou Ji lowered his head and carefully helped her put on the bracelet. This man, who was always a materialist, was now even placing his hopes on the gods.
May she enjoy good health.
I pray that she lives to be a hundred years old.
Don't let nightmares haunt you anymore.
Jiang Yue looked at the delicate and pretty bracelet on her wrist, then quietly tucked her wrist under the blanket and whispered a thank you to him.
She quietly curled her fingers, wondering to herself, "Is this Zhou Ji's love?"
It subtly nourishes the earth, hidden in the details we don't notice.
She had previously noticed that Zhou Ji had a slight liking for her.
But I didn't feel there were many.
Zhou Ji's change in attitude towards her was nothing more than lust at first sight.
He was attracted to her physical appearance.
Rather than a beautiful exterior concealing a radiant soul.
The princess blinked, looking at the man with slightly furrowed brows and a tired yet stern expression, and suddenly said, "Zhou Ji, don't like me."
Liking someone based on physical attraction is too superficial.
She doesn't want it.
She still longs to be a great hero, roaming the world with her sword; she wants to be an equally dazzling female knight-errant.
Only two equally brilliant souls can fit together perfectly.
The man's eyelashes fluttered twice like butterfly wings. He pursed his lips, his voice hoarse, but his tone was extremely calm and serious: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhou, this is very difficult."
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