Finally, like a stream flowing into the sea, it rushes into those inconspicuous drainage outlets, alleviating the danger of rainwater overflowing.
The rain and mist made the entire East Palace appear ethereal and misty. As soon as Jing Yan entered the courtyard, he saw Yue Jiang leaning against the windowsill.
She looked like she was taking a nap with her eyes closed, exuding a cool and ethereal aura. Her elaborate gauze dress draped over her shoulders, the hem swaying gently.
A gentle breeze stirs the rain and mist, creating a scene that is half-hidden and half-revealed, reminiscent of a fairy in a painting.
Even when the wind and rain blew, she remained calm and serene. But as time went on, Jing Yan frowned. Wasn't she afraid of getting her clothes wet from the rain?
He strode to the corridor and curtsied, saying, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Jing Yan stared at Yue Jiang, his tone indifferent: "It's raining so hard, and you just let her sit there like that."
"Don't blame her, I chose to stay here myself," Yue Jiang suddenly opened her eyes, her voice softer than spring rain blown sideways by the wind, with a rising tone at the end and a seductive charm that left one wondering if they were mistaken.
She raised her hand towards Jing Yan in a daze, her wide sleeves fluttering, carrying an unspeakable meaning.
"Your Highness, come here!"
Jing Yan noticed that she looked strange and dazed, so he sighed and walked towards Yue Jiang.
Only when I got closer could I see that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were unfocused. When I placed my hand on Yue Jiang's forehead, I realized that she was burning up.
Jing Yan asked in surprise, "Why is it so hot?"
"Your Highness, may you sit down and speak? I feel weak all over and can't even see you clearly."
As Yue Jiang drew closer, her voice softened even more. If Jing Yan had misheard the seductive tone he had heard earlier, this time her voice not only carried a seductive quality but also a coquettish quality like the gentle flow of a stream.
Jing Yan sat down as she instructed, examined her carefully again, and was still uneasy: "I will have someone fetch the imperial physician for you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yue Jiang leaned lightly against Jing Yan's shoulder, not even trying to control herself from falling off the windowsill, because Jing Yan caught her just in time.
Yue Jiang's lips pressed against Jing Yan's neck. She slightly raised her face, and Jing Yan heard her whisper in his ear.
"I can't call the imperial physician, my husband, I'll be so ashamed."
At first, Jing Yan didn't quite understand, but when the tips of his ears were enveloped by a wet, warm sensation, his whole body tensed up.
Even the arm that was holding Yue Jiang suddenly tightened, squeezing her so tightly that Yue Jiang let out several muffled groans, her voice becoming even hoarseer and more alluring.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and a large, glistening tear slid down Jing Yan's neck and into the depths of his clothes.
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