Jiang Languo —
That night, the snow fell heavily. In what seemed like an instant, the swirling snowflakes turned the brightly lit palace into a vast expanse of white. The magnificent palaces and halls stood in the dim and cold night, unmoved by the raging blizzard.
In the dead of night, the Crown Prince's residence was ablaze with lights, the carved railings and jade-paved golden palace shimmering with golden light, dazzlingly bright. Su Yu sat beside the bed, his hands supporting his face, his eyes fixed on the small woman sleeping peacefully on the bed, his expression gradually darkening.
At this moment, he unconsciously recalled the imperial physician's words; although Miss Feng Jin had miraculously survived, her head injury was too severe, and her inner conflicts had been sealed off, so she might temporarily lose some of her memories. For now, the only option was to wait patiently for the right opportunity, and perhaps there was still hope of returning to her former state...
Ever since the day Feng Jin was captured by Mu Beichen, he had been secretly sending people to track him. When he learned that Feng Jin and Su Ruan had been ambushed by Mu Feiyu, he waited halfway up Blackwater Cliff. When he saw Feng Jin fall off the cliff and be hit by the rolling rocks and lose consciousness, he did his best to catch Feng Jin below and brought her all the way back to Jianglan Kingdom for emergency treatment.
He saw Feng Jin's thick, long eyelashes slightly open, and he quickly got up and stepped forward, preparing to support her swaying body with both hands. Unexpectedly, she turned around and retreated to the corner of the wall in a panic, burying most of her face in her arms. She stared at Su Yu, but did not say a word from beginning to end.
His heart clenched painfully. Ever since Feng Jin regained consciousness, she seemed to have lost all life. She ate and slept as usual, but... her face was devoid of any expression of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. In fact, for the entire past month, she had not uttered a single word.
Slowly extending her right hand, Su Yu held up the plum blossom branch that had been hidden behind her back to her eyes, forcing a relaxed smile: "I saw that the plum blossoms in the back garden were in full bloom, so I specially picked one for you."
Seeing Su Yu holding a plum blossom and slowly handing it over, Feng Jin's eyes darted around nervously. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, she suddenly raised her hand and snatched the plum blossom from his hand. Then she quickly curled up in the corner to hide, seemingly subconsciously afraid that he would try to take it from her again or that she would be beaten.
Su Yu glanced back at her distraught appearance, took a deep breath, and felt as if his heart was being pierced by countless invisible blades. He turned his back to her, looked out the window at the large snowflakes fluttering and falling to the ground, and a faint sadness appeared in his eyes.
The current Feng Jin seems completely different from the outstanding and energetic woman she once was. She is now cowering in a corner with a look of terror on her face. Her posture, from head to toe and every strand of hair, exudes an aura of humility and destitution.
But he was very confident that as long as he kept working hard, one day he would melt away the ancient glacier in her heart, inch by inch.
It is now the thirty-third day since Su Yu returned to the country. Because he is busy taking care of Feng Jin, the entire palace is almost in chaos because of him. The marriage between Su Zhenzhen, the daughter of the Grand Tutor's family, and the Crown Prince's family can no longer be delayed. This is because Grand Tutor Su Heng, as a veteran of three dynasties in Jiang Lan Kingdom, undoubtedly holds a pivotal position in the Su family. Therefore, their marriage is not only a matter between two people, but also relates to the rise and fall of the entire country.
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