Chapter 17 Pretending to be weak to gain sympathy
Zhu Feng frowned and looked at the woman who fainted at his feet.
I remember that she had been making an impassioned speech in front of me, as if she was not afraid of death. But when I opened the door, I saw her lying half-dead at my feet.
What was this? Playing dead? Or pretending to be weak to gain sympathy?
Zhu Feng had seen this kind of situation many times. He kicked her coldly with his toes.
No move, kick again.
Still don’t understand.
Really fainted?
He frowned and slowly squatted down. Seeing that pale little face was tinged with bluish-gray and her breathing was weak, he realized that she was not pretending and ordered, "Carry her in."
A young man of medium build and handsome appearance came forward.
His name was Ye Zheng. He was an attendant of the Prince of Yan since childhood and also his confidant.
Just as he was about to reach out his hand, Zhu Feng suddenly said, "No need."
He was stunned for a moment and immediately took a step back.
Zhu Feng lowered his head and looked at the cloak on Si Nanyan. Even when he was unconscious, he did not forget to grab the collar of the cloak with both hands, but the hem was inadvertently lifted up a corner, revealing a part of his white ankle.
He frowned, then stretched out his hand and picked Nan Yan up from the ground.
When Ye Zheng saw this scene, he was stunned.
He had followed Prince Yan for more than ten years and had only seen His Highness Prince Yan kill people decisively, but he had never seen him treat a stranger like this.
Could I have seen it wrong?
Zhu Feng carried Si Nanyan into the room and gently put her on the bed. Just as he was about to get up, he felt a heaviness in his chest. When he looked down, he found that Si Nanyan had grabbed his clothes and was dragging him away, refusing to let go.
He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Let go."
“…”
“Let go!”
It was naturally useless to give orders to an unconscious person. Si Nanyan held him tightly, her dry and cracked lips slightly opening and closing, and she uttered a few weak murmurs that were almost inaudible.
Zhu Feng sensed something was wrong and asked, "Ye Zheng, go see what's wrong with her."
Ye Zheng rushed in to take a look and immediately said, "Your Highness, she's probably hungry."
"Hungry?"
Zhu Feng was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
He only asked someone to find a place to lock her up, and didn't give any other instructions. There was chaos outside these two days, so who could take care of her?
He frowned and immediately said, "Send food over right away."
Ye Zheng was startled again, then he heard him say, "Why don't you go now?"
"yes!"
As soon as Ye Zheng left, the room became quiet again.
Zhu Feng lowered his head, looking at the sickly face beneath him, and couldn't help but frown again.
Didn’t I clearly want to come here? What’s going on now?
The food was delivered quickly, it was just some simple porridge and vegetables. Ye Zheng was smart enough to know that people who were extremely hungry could not eat too many dry things.
Zhu Feng wanted to get up and ask someone to feed her, but this little girl had no strength. She had been hungry for so many days and was unconscious, but she still grabbed his clothes tightly. When he tried to pry her fingers open, he heard her murmur in pain.
Ye Zheng was holding half a bowl of porridge and was a little at a loss when he saw this scene.
But at this time, Zhu Feng frowned, pinched her hand hard, and forcibly pried her fingers apart. Si Nanyan felt pain in her coma, and couldn't help but groan and slowly opened her eyes.
Her vision was blurry at first, then slowly became clear. She looked at the handsome face so close to her, and for a moment she was still a little dazed.
Zhu Feng looked at her coldly: "Are you awake?"
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