Chapter 92 Chapter 92 My position will always be you
Jiang Hexue reacted in a snap of his fingers.
The tears were gently wiped away, and the scene before my eyes gradually became clear.
The young man on the couch raised his hand slightly, his peach blossom eyes still had a hazy look as if he had just woken up, his long eyelashes were half-drooped, and his movements were instinctively gentle.
His face, having used the Jade Dragon's Saliva, had mostly removed the remaining poison, and was finally stained with a long-lost light bloody color, no longer the previous color that was even paler and more frightening than his moon-white inner garment.
He pursed his lips and patiently wiped away her tears bit by bit.
Jiang Hexue stared at him blankly, her red lips opening and closing, without uttering a word.
"Don't cry." After wiping away the tears, Shen Qingchen spoke again, her voice slightly hoarse due to lack of water. "Qingqing, don't cry."
Jiang Hexue's throat was choked, but she still didn't say a word. She stared at him for a while, let go of his hand, jumped up from the stool, and rushed out the door.
Shen Qingchen blinked blankly, and then she heard her shouting from outside: "Doctor, His Highness is awake!"
Then a little medicine boy came in, howled and then jumped out in a hurry. After a while, the first person to come in through the curtain was Jiang Heye, followed by several medical officers, some of whom were wearing imperial physician uniforms.
The bed was suddenly crowded with people, and the girl who had been sobbing beside him disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Shen Qingchen frowned unconsciously. Jiang Heye took his pulse, and then he patiently changed two medical officers to take it again. Seeing that a third person was about to step forward, he opened his mouth impatiently: "No need."
The third medical officer was old and had difficulty walking, so Shu Jing arrived late. Hearing this, his face was slightly stern: "Huh?"
Shen Qingchen, a man of current affairs, calmed down and let this highly respected former chief physician of the Imperial Hospital, who had a close personal relationship with Emperor Hengshun, take his pulse for a very long time.
"The remaining poison has been cleared, and it's not a big deal. But you still can't be careless. You still have to use some medicines to clear heat, protect the stomach, replenish qi and nourish blood." Shu Jing seemed unaware of his impatience. He slowly ground the ink in front of the desk, picked up the pen, and started writing two prescriptions.
His posture was so relaxed that it didn't look like a medical officer writing a prescription, but rather like a scholar with nothing to do, cultivating his emotions.
Shen Qingchen couldn't do anything to him and looked sideways at Jiang Heye.
After staring at each other for only three seconds, Jiang Heye understood and signaled the medical officers behind him to leave.
He finally got to see the girl he had been longing for.
She had just made way for the medical officer and this time she was standing politely by the door where there was no danger. The room was empty in an instant, but she did not go in, just looking at him from afar.
“Come here.” Shen Qingchen said helplessly.
Jiang Hexue seemed a little confused. She looked at him for a moment, then trotted out.
When he came back, he was holding a pot of water, a white porcelain cup, a thin bamboo tube, and a plate of cakes.
With so many things, she forgot to take a tray and held them all in her arms. She staggered over, glanced at Shu Jing who was writing a prescription on the bedside table, and staggered away to find another place to put them.
"Put it here." Shen Qingchen took the teacup and bamboo tube, which were the most difficult for her to hold, and pointed to the side of the couch.
Jiang Hexue placed the teapot and porcelain plate firmly, then took the teacup from his arms and filled it eight-tenths full for him.
Following his usual practice, she first touched her lips to taste the temperature, and when she saw that it was suitable, she inserted the bamboo tube and fed it to his lips: "Drink some water."
Shen Qingchen half stood up, drank it all as he was told, moistened his dry throat, looked at her again, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Do you want to drink more?" Jiang Hexue asked. Seeing him shake his head slightly, she broke off a small piece of black rice cake from the plate for him. "This one isn't that sweet. Do you want to try some?"
"No." Before Shen Qingchen could answer, Shu Jing, who was writing a prescription beside her, said, "Your Highness can only take some light soups or porridge, soft porridge, and this kind of cakes are not suitable."
Jiang Hexue said "Oh" obediently, put down the black rice cake, and asked him again: "Are you hungry now? Do you want me to make you some porridge? Or some noodles?"
Shen Qingchen didn't glance at Shu Jing, who was moving slowly, and looked at her with a smile in her eyes: "No need."
"Then how can I help you?" Jiang Hexue asked again.
Shen Qingchen stretched out his hand to her and spread his five fingers.
Jiang Hexue was slightly stunned, while Shu Jing beside him finally wrote his prescription: "Your Highness must take the medicine on time and in the correct dosage, strictly stay in bed for three days, and eat a light diet."
"I will not bother you any more. I will take my leave first."
"Thank you, Shu Bo." Shen Qingchen thanked him politely, and when he saw him close the door and leave, he extended his hand to Jiang Hexue.
"What do you want?" Jiang Hexue still didn't react.
Shen Qingchen did not respond, but only lightly hooked her little finger.
Jiang Hexue was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
She clasped his hand tightly, her fingers weaving through his, smiling broadly. He clasped her hand again.
"You just want to hold hands?" Jiang Hexue crouched down and looked at him, her eyes narrowed. "Do you want to kiss?"
Shen Qingchen still didn't respond, but tilted his head towards her slightly. Jiang Hexue understood and kissed him on the cheek.
"Do you want more?" She didn't dare to use force, and stepped back lightly, then asked again.
Shen Qingchen lowered his eyes and looked at her for a while, then moved a little closer to her and awkwardly pursed his lips.
Jiang Hexue raised her neck and kissed his thin lips.
Their foreheads touched, and she was unusually well-behaved, not eagerly sticking out her tongue, but gently and tenderly tracing the lines of his beautiful lips.
But it didn't stop at the shallowness just now. Shen Qingchen opened her lips slightly, but she refused to cooperate and stepped back: "No."
"I'm afraid you'll get too emotional and your heart rate will be too fast, which won't be conducive to your recovery." Jiang Hexue met his puzzled and slightly aggrieved gaze and explained in a low voice. "You can't stick out your tongue."
Shen Qingchen pinched her fingertips helplessly.
Holding hands like this again, noses touching, they stared at each other quietly for a while, then he asked, "Why were you crying just now?"
"I'm reading the letter you wrote to me..." Jiang Hexue's eyes welled up again when he mentioned it. "Whether you're by my side is crucial. Your wish isn't guaranteed to come true."
Shen Qingchen raised the corner of his lips slightly: "Have you finished reading it?"
Jiang Hexue shook her head and was about to get up to look for the letter, but he held her hand and said, "There's nothing else written."
There were only some sweet words that he couldn't say.
If she read it out to me in front of me, I would be so embarrassed that my heart would beat too fast, which would be detrimental to my recovery.
"I went to see Jiang Tao, every day." Jiang Hexue didn't insist, and said to him sincerely. "I said I went to see him, but in fact, I just stabbed him every day."
"The Emperor has sentenced both him and Shen Zelin to death, but Young Master Xu and I won't let them die so easily." She glared, her other hand curled into tiger claws, perhaps thinking she looked menacing. "You must pay me back a thousandfold."
Shen Qingchen couldn't help but chuckled: "Don't you mind it being dirty?"
"Don't you feel pain?" Jiang Hexue asked back.
Shen Qingchen took her other hand into his palm, holding it tightly with hers, and said in a very soft voice, sounding a bit obedient and immature: "It doesn't hurt when I see you."
Jiang Hexue burst into laughter and said, "You're just acting like a spoiled child."
Shen Qingchen rested his forehead on the back of her soft white hand and rubbed it.
"Today is the twenty-third day of the Shen month." Jiang Hexue lay beside him, complaining to him. "It's been a whole ten days, Shen Qingchen, do you know how I got here?"
She played with his fingers while muttering about her fear and worry. When she said her mouth was dry and she stood up to pour water, she found that there was a faint smile on Shen Qingchen's lips.
"You still dare to laugh." Jiang Hexue bit the bamboo tube he was using unhappily. "You knew it was dangerous but didn't tell me in advance. Do you know how much I miss you?"
"I was wrong." Shen Qingchen lowered his eyebrows and apologized gently.
It was his turn to play with her fingers. He pinched her fingertips and knuckles from time to time, with a somewhat flattering look.
Jiang Hexue puffed up her cheeks and sucked water while looking at him.
It was almost midnight, the silver moon was high in the sky, and the bright moonlight fell into his clear pupils. His smile was faint, yet as charming as glass.
It's hard to get angry no matter what.
"It's good that you woke up. It's good that you can recover slowly." Jiang Hexue put down the teacup and held his hand stickyly again, with a slightly sour nose.
After telling him about the recent events in Liangzhou, both of them were still not sleepy, but now considering Shen Qingchen's injury, they could not sleep on the same bed.
Jiang Hexue lay on the edge of the couch and looked at him for a while: "I want to read the letter."
Shen Qingchen couldn't persuade her, nor did she want to, so she watched her find the letter and continued reading.
In fact, the sweet words he found difficult to express were only three sentences written on the letter paper. Although short, they were extremely solemn:
“Jiang Hexue, Chen Qingchen loves you.
I love you the most, and only you.
In this life, forever and ever."
Jiang Hexue's ears turned red, but when he looked down, his eyes also turned red.
At the end of the letter, the clear and elegant handwriting was no longer filled with the previous restrained emotions, and revealed a bit of loss.
"I promised to go to Jiangzhou with you, but I may have to break my promise.
I’m sorry, dear.”
The tears that had just filled Jiang Hexue's eyes began to fall.
Shen Qingchen took the silk handkerchief she had newly embroidered for him and carefully held her cheek to wipe away her tears.
Jiang Hexue dodged him and wiped her tears with the back of her hand: "You just wiped my tears all night."
"A cat made of water?" Shen Qingchen lowered her eyes and suddenly remembered the words she had read from her storybook before.
She burst into laughter, and he quickly changed the subject. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "How did you remove the remaining poison?"
He didn't choose a good topic. Jiang Hexue sniffed and whispered, "I'm going to ask Fu Wang for the Jade Dragon Saliva."
"Did he embarrass you?" Shen Qingchen asked.
Jiang Hexue shook his head: "No. He just asked me some irrelevant questions."
"Then he explained that he was jealous of you and that's why he kept trying to sow discord between us. He never had any improper thoughts towards me."
"He got married and had children when he came of age." Shen Qingchen said calmly, studying her expression carefully.
"I know. He also told me that his first wife died young." Jiang Hexue nodded. "His youngest daughter just turned one at the end of last year."
Shen Qingchen blinked slowly, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
"Nurse hold him and coax him to sleep, dear." Jiang Hexue didn't notice; she loved children, and continued, "It seems we won't be able to go back for the Rouyang family's young lady's full moon banquet. I'll have to go see her when we get back to Kyoto."
Shen Qingchen hummed softly, and couldn't help but said: "Fu Wangta, you..."
After staring at each other for a moment, Jiang Hexue shook her head: "I don't forgive him."
"No matter what his intentions were, I only know that he hurt my Zhaohua."
She took his hand and pressed it against her cheek.
"My position," Shen Qingchen heard her speak, her tone serious and solemn. "It will always be you."
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