Chapter 701: If the Prince can’t praise you, there’s no need to force it
Just as Mo Jinchuan's breathing quickened and his heartbeat became irregular, a cold little hand suddenly rested on his forehead.
Feeling the heat coming from her palm, Song Yanxi frowned and said, "It turns out you have a fever. No wonder you are talking nonsense and making no sense."
Mo Jinchuan: "..."
He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.
Before he could speak, Song Yanxi ordered outside: "Please ask Miss An San to fetch my medicine box. I want to treat the prince."
Mo Jinchuan's eyelids twitched violently a few times, and he said hurriedly: "Xi'er, there's no need to be so troublesome. I'm just a little hot. Just go back and change into something lighter."
Song Yanxi smiled slightly, "It's not a big deal, it's just a matter of convenience."
Meeting her smiling eyes, Mo Jinchuan swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and said with a forced smile, "Then I'll have to trouble Xier."
Song Yanxi raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this.
So you won't struggle anymore?
He wasn't afraid that she might accidentally hurt him.
Of course, with her medical skills, she wouldn't cause such a big mess.
She also couldn't do something as ridiculous as playing with the patient's life.
An San quickly brought the medicine box over, and before leaving, he remembered to close the door.
Every move he makes is so thoughtful.
As Song Yanxi opened the medicine box, she joked, "I don't know where the prince found Miss An San. Not only can she handle swords, she can also do delicate work very well.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have guessed she was a secret guard."
Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he said calmly, "I picked it up outside."
Song Yanxi paused slightly as she took the needle bag, thinking he was joking with her.
But when she raised her eyes and saw the serious expression on Mo Jinchuan's face, she understood that this was not a joke.
She subconsciously turned her head and looked towards the door. The figure on the window paper was thin but exceptionally tall, which immediately reminded people of her stern face.
Although she is a young girl, she usually wears only black clothes, which makes her look old and gloomy.
If Zhuzhi hadn't mentioned it, she would never have thought that the girl was a few years younger than her.
If she were from an ordinary family, a girl of this age would be at her most innocent and naive.
Song Yanxi couldn't help but sigh softly and murmured, "No wonder she has become a secret guard at such a young age."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure outside the door moved and quickly disappeared.
Not missing the flicker of regret in Song Yanxi's eyes, Mo Jinchuan said, "Xi'er, you don't need to blame yourself. This is the path An San chose himself."
Realizing that his words were ambiguous, he explained, "An San is the descendant of a criminal. If he doesn't become a secret guard and hide his past identity, he can only hide as a fugitive.
On the day An Yi and I picked her up, her brother, who depended on her for survival, was stabbed to death in the street by pursuers.
This is the only way to save her."
Most of those who come from the Secret Guards are homeless orphans whose identities cannot be verified.
Even though it was the same face, those who were investigating had no evidence to prove An San's original identity.
In addition to the reputation of Prince Jin's Mansion, even if those people knew the truth, they could only assume that the daughter of the guilty minister was dead.
But once she joins the life-and-death struggle of the secret guard, she will have to live with this identity for the rest of her life.
Even if one day her father is lucky enough to overturn the verdict, she cannot appear in front of the world as his daughter.
Otherwise, it would be deceiving the king.
Song Yanxi couldn't help but sigh: "Your Highness has really saved a lot of people over the years."
Even Zi Yan and his siblings were saved by him, and he even gave them identities despite the outside world's doubts.
On weekdays, I treat them with even more love.
Not a biological child, but better than a biological child.
He never mentioned in front of anyone that the children were not related to him by blood.
Even she only learned the inside story from Mr. Liu.
Otherwise, she would have to wait until their wedding night to find out that there had never been any other woman by his side before her.
Realizing what she was thinking, Song Yanxi bit her tongue in annoyance and cursed herself for being shameless.
What is she thinking about in broad daylight?
It's simply disgraceful!
Song Yanxi lowered her eyes, hiding the annoyance in them, but she couldn't suppress the heat rising in her cheeks.
Just as she was thinking about how to get away with it, she heard Mo Jinchuan's awkward voice ask, "Xi'er, do you prefer people who save the dying and the wounded?"
Song Yanxi was confused by his questions.
Saving lives and helping the wounded is a good thing, what does it have to do with whether she likes it or not?
Unable to wait for her answer, Mo Jinchuan's expectant eyes gradually lost their luster, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I understand."
Song Yanxi became even more confused after hearing this.
She frowned and asked, "I haven't said anything yet, and Your Majesty knows it already?"
Mo Jinchuan's voice was slightly bitter. He looked at his calloused hands and sighed heavily.
His hands were stained with too much blood.
Some were soldiers of the Liang army, and some were former enemies.
So many that he could no longer remember their faces.
But Xier is the complete opposite of him.
Her hands were stained with blood because she was trying to cure diseases and save lives.
But he drew his sword and shed blood in order to take someone's life.
After all, he is not Xier's favorite type of person...
But so what?
There are thousands of doctors in the world who cure diseases and save lives, but only he has won Xier's true heart.
It won't be long before she will marry him with a grand ceremony and become his Princess Jin.
Noticing that something was wrong with Mo Jinchuan's expression, Song Yanxi began to take the previous sentence seriously.
He asked her if she liked people who saved lives and healed the wounded, and the most important thing was the "most" before these words.
Even if it is the best, it must be compared with others.
So he is comparing himself with people who don't exist because he is jealous?
Song Yanxi was both angry and amused at the same time, and couldn't help asking, "Prince, how old are you this year?"
Mo Jinchuan looked up when he heard this, and besides being filled with shock, he also looked obviously hurt.
It's almost written on his face: "You don't even remember how old I am."
Seeing that Song Yanxi was really waiting for his answer, Mo Jinchuan said with resentment in his voice: "Twenty-eight."
Song Yanxi feigned surprise, "After July this year, I should be twenty-nine, right?"
The corners of Mo Jinchuan's lips stiffened, and he said dryly: "Xier has a really good memory."
Song Yanxi raised her eyebrows, "Your Highness, are you praising me?"
Mo Jinchuan: "..."
It can't be called a compliment.
Since Ke Xier said yes, then it must be so.
Seeing him nod reluctantly, Song Yanxi said in a faint tone: "Your praise is so forced. If Your Highness can't praise you, there's no need to force it."
When Mo Jinchuan heard this, he felt like crying but had no tears.
Is this what the brothers used to complain about, finding fault with their wives at home no matter what?
It must be said that the feeling is different from what they said.
At least, he didn't feel bored.
On the contrary, there was a feeling that he and Xier were closer than before.
If it were before, even if he said this kind of witty remark, Xier would just think he was not serious.
This is really the best thing right now.
Seeing that Mo Jinchuan could still laugh despite being troubled by her, Song Yanxi also laughed.
But she was just laughing out of anger.
So, did he understand what she meant?
Worried that Mo Jinchuan didn't understand and would start overthinking it later, Song Yanxi simply said, "I have never felt love for someone because they saved the dying and healed the wounded.
There has never been one, and there will never be one.”
Facing Mo Jinchuan's turbulent black eyes, Song Yanxi gritted her teeth and said angrily, "If I were really so superficial, and fell in love with him just because he did good things, there would be countless people who would have been moved by him over the years."
As she spoke, her face darkened as she ordered, "Take off your pants."
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