Chapter 1093: Sharing the same glory across thousands of miles, accompanying each other in life and death
The iron horses under the eaves were clanging in the night wind, drowning out the suppressed trembling in his throat: "Princess, take a good rest."
As the vermilion lacquered door opened and closed, Jiang Xue stared at the flickering candle wax on the table and pressed the blood-stained hairpin against her heart.
There was a very light rustling sound of clothes coming from behind the screen, and she whispered to the void: "I know you are here."
The figure in the dark paused slightly, and the night boots crushed a magnolia petal that floated into the window.
The candlelight flickered in the bronze lamp, and Yun Zhen's fingertips traced the dark patterns on the surface of the jade pendant: "Back in the Western Regions, Su Yili taught me the art of blood curse."
He suddenly grasped Jiang Xue's wrist, the blue veins faintly visible under the gauze: "Every time you have a cold attack, I use the soul-guiding technique to bring you back to life."
The jade bracelet on Jiang Xue's wrist hit the table, making a crisp sound.
She lowered her eyes to look at the two people's overlapping sleeves, and suddenly discovered that the red python pattern embroidered on the other person's cuffs actually matched the black bird pattern on her own uniform.
"I re-carved the Heart Symbol on the black jade you gave to His Majesty that day."
Yun Zhen took out another jade pendant from his bosom. The moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the surface of the jade, revealing spider-web-like blood-red lines. "The two jades have the same origin. When you touch it, the soul will be attracted to form a contract."
"So my brother came to me in my dream..."
"It's the soul-inducing resonance."
Yun Zhen suddenly used the edge of the jade pendant to stroke his palm, and the red blood seeped into the jade, and the same pattern suddenly appeared on Jiang Xue's wrist:
"When you were unconscious in the prison of the Ministry of Justice, this piece of jade suddenly became as hot as a branding iron."
Jiang Xue stroked the red mark on her wrist that had not yet faded, and suddenly discovered that the sachet on Yun Zhen's waist was embroidered with the same honeysuckle pattern as on her handkerchief.
She picked up the teacup to conceal her feelings: "How much blood of loyalty and treason has been stained on the jade steps of the Regent Palace? Lord Yun, do you think I would believe such a myth?"
"If the princess didn't believe it, why would she deliberately let the secret guards let Ateli's spy go three days ago?"
Yun Zhen suddenly approached, and the scent of agarwood enveloped him: "You knew that I had tampered with the jade pendant, but you pretended not to know and let it develop - who is actually playing this game?"
The porcelain cup fell heavily on the rosewood table, and the wind created by Jiang Xue's wide sleeves lifted the secret letter on the table.
Yun Zhen glanced at the document with the seal of the Kingdom of Kucha on top, and his eyes rippled: "It turns out that the princess even calculated the time when the Kucha delegation was attacked."
"Didn't Lord Yun deliberately let the assassin cut my sleeve?"
Jiang Xue's fingertips brushed across the rip of the sleeve, revealing the red python pattern embroidered on the lining: "The blood curse masters of the Sixteen Kingdoms in the Western Regions would not make such a low-level mistake."
Yun Zhen's fingertips unconsciously stroked the dark patterns on his cuffs. The moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the back of his hands, making the knuckles look white.
He suddenly recalled the night three years ago when he cut open someone's heart and took their blood on the snowy plains of Mobei. At that time, he did not understand that the sharpest knife in the world was never on the battlefield.
"Let me remove the curse for you."
He lowered his eyes and stared at the flickering candlelight on the table. A half-leaf of tea was floating in the celadon teacup. "Otherwise, even if the Prime Minister is forbearing now, he will definitely use me to test the newly forged black iron halberd in the future."
Jiang Xue leaned against the soft gold pillow and chuckled. The shark silk ribbon wrapped around her wrist fluttered in the night breeze. "You always like to talk about him, as if I am biased towards him."
She spread her palms flat in the moonlight: "But you're right, let's start."
The moment the blood drop fell, the mercury in the copper leak by the window suddenly solidified.
Jiang Xue felt like a ball of firefly moving along her blood vessels, and finally stopped at her heart and turned into a small cinnabar mole.
She looked at the jade paperweight that suddenly shattered on the table, and finally believed the rumor that the Ghost Clan could make dead bones grow flesh.
"The curse has been lifted."
Yun Zhen wrapped his bleeding fingertips with a white scarf and took out an object wrapped in black silk from his arms.
Two hollow silver bells lay in the moonlight, with a faint blue halo faintly visible inside: "Using ice silk to nourish the demon soul of the red flame fox, the same light shines thousands of miles away, and follows each other through life and death."
Jiang Xue touched the bell lightly with her fingertips, and the blue fire suddenly shot up three inches and then curled up gently: "If I leave one by your pillow, will you be able to see the moonlight in southern Xinjiang every night?"
"You can always lock it in your dressing table."
Yun Zhen tied one of them to the tassel of the hanging bed curtain: "But this little thing loves water and needs to be moistened with morning dew every day."
The silver bells rang like broken jade in the night wind, waking up the maid who was dozing off in the outer hall.
Jiang Xue suddenly stood up, her gilded armor scratching across the picture of a hundred children on the brocade quilt: "Yaoyao called for her mother last night, and it was soft and sticky, like biting on osmanthus candy."
She looked at Yun Zhen's suddenly tense shoulders and said, "Do you want to listen? The nurse said she should be awake by now."
Yun Zhen took a half step back and knocked over the jade incense burner. The ashes of the water-sinking incense stained his clothes. "It's still not possible. I haven't taken off my armor yet. I'm afraid I might hurt the princess."
He looked at the coral bead curtain swaying behind the screen, as if there was a ferocious beast hiding there: "Wait... wait for the princess's first birthday party..."
The unfinished words were scattered in the night wind that passed through the hall, and the bronze bells on the eaves started to ring.
Jiang Xue gently stroked the tassels on the quilt with her fingertips, looking at the young man's departing back, unable to speak.
Yun Zhen lowered his eyes to avoid the scorching gaze, bowed, performed a proper official ceremony, and walked out of the door.
In the swaying light of the lantern under the eaves, a man in an ink-black gold-woven python robe was leaning against the pillar with his arms folded.
"Your Excellency the Prime Minister, please understand."
Yun Zhen took out the silver needle bag from his sleeve and shook it: "The princess' pulse has stabilized. I will come to give you acupuncture the day after tomorrow. Remember to rest for the next two days."
When Xiao Zhan nodded, the ribbon of the jade crown brushed against his shoulder. He watched the other person walk away and then pushed open the carved wooden door.
The room was filled with the aroma of agarwood, and Jiang Xue was staring at the dying candle on the desk in a daze.
When Xiao Zhan stretched out his hand to brush away the strands of hair at her temples, he was surprised to find a cold snowflake falling on his palm.
"The Smiling Coffin..."
She suddenly grabbed his wrist and said, "I must bury her in person."
Before he could finish his words, he started coughing violently, and a sickly blush appeared on his pale cheeks.
Xiao Zhan held the person in his arms, and the sound of his rapid heartbeat could be heard under the dark brocade.
He looked at the two figures intertwined in the bronze mirror, and suddenly found that his wife's lips were red, a color he had not seen for a long time. "What prescription did Yun Zhen use?"
"It is said that he used the secret technique of Southern Xinjiang."
Jiang Xue played with the silk ribbon of the jade pendant on his waist: "Just now he confessed that he was saved by a witch doctor from the Ghost Realm when he was young, and he gave me some of his vitality when he was giving me acupuncture just now."
She looked up at her husband's suddenly tense jawline and said, "He also mentioned the old events of the Eastern Palace."
The sparks from the exploding candle wick were reflected in Xiao Zhan's eyes, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the shallow scar on the back of his wife's neck - the mark left by the fire in the East Palace twenty years ago.
His voice was hoarse: "So you think...he really is..."
"The expression on his face when he called me kid the day he saved me was exactly the same as that of my royal brother."
Jiang Xue suddenly grabbed his sleeves and said, "If he is really my brother, why did he pretend to be a doctor? In the fire, he clearly..."
The sobbing sound was drowned out by the ticking of the night watch.
Xiao Zhan suddenly remembered the pulse case he found in the Imperial Hospital this morning. Yun Zhen's handwriting was exactly the same as the annotations on a certain volume of Buddhist scriptures in the old archives of the Eastern Palace.
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