Chapter 82: A Glimpse of a Thousand Years
There was silence in the Prince's Mansion.
The guards outside the prince's bedroom held their breath, fearing that they would disturb the people inside.
As soon as Helian Feng returned home, he placed Xiyan in his own bedroom.
Then he ordered the court physician to treat Xiyan.
Fortunately, Chu Jin restrained his force in that palm strike, otherwise, Xiyan would have died on the spot.
Even so, she was seriously injured, half dead, and fell into a deep coma.
A day and a night passed. Although Xiyan received the best treatment, she showed no signs of waking up. She lay lifeless on the bed like a fragile flower beaten by a storm.
Surprisingly, the usually diligent Crown Prince Helian Feng claimed to be ill and missed the morning court session, and lingered by Xiyan's bedside.
He held a handkerchief in his hand and gently wiped the cold sweat from Xiyan's forehead from time to time. His eyes were always gently on her face, and his concern and anxiety were evident in his eyes.
During this period, Chu Jin also came twice.
He stood in the hall, looking at Helian Feng's nervous appearance, and a complicated emotion arose in his heart.
Chu Jin's hands were stained with countless blood and he was cruel and ruthless, but for some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart after hurting Xiyan this time.
After all, if Xiyan really wasn't Xuesha, then she was just a weak woman. It was truly shameful that a national preceptor like him could actually injure an unarmed woman.
At this moment, Chu Jin saw Helian Feng sitting cautiously beside the couch and couldn't help but speak:
"Could it be that you have taken a fancy to her? She is just a servant in Xiao Nanyan's house. Why are you so worried about her?"
The brocade hand of Helian Feng was suspended in mid-air, his brows slightly furrowed, and he remained silent.
Chu Jin sneered:
"Don't forget, you'll be getting married in half a year! Your future Crown Princess, Su Wan, is the Prime Minister's daughter and also your cousin!"
A trace of helplessness flashed across Helian Feng's face:
"This marriage was decided by my father, the Emperor, and my mother, the Empress. I have always treated Wanwan as just a younger sister and have never had any romantic feelings for her."
Chu Jin, however, refused to give in and pressed on:
"You have no romantic feelings for Su Wan, but you can't marry a maid from the Prince Regent's Palace. Besides, Xiao Nanyue seems to have special feelings for this maid. You saw them exchanging glances and being very affectionate last time in the Purple Palace. I'm afraid she has already been taken into Xiao Nanyue's room, and they're making out with her every day! What do you want with a fallen woman like her?"
"shut up!"
A flash of anger flashed in Helian Feng's eyes, and his voice suddenly rose:
"Instead of discussing other people's private affairs, it's better to think about whether Xiao Nanyan will let it go after you severely injured someone from the Regent's Palace!"
Chu Jin looked disdainful:
"She's just a maid! Could Xiao Nanyan really turn against me because of this? If he really liked her, he would have taken her as a concubine long ago, without even a title. It's obvious that he just slept with her because of her beauty! Besides, how would Xiao Nanyan know she was in the Crown Prince's Mansion? Even if he had the guts to find her, what do I, Chu Jin, have to fear?"
Helian Feng showed a hint of displeasure:
"A Jin! You've always been so outspoken. She's already been hurt by you, so stop speaking harshly to her!"
Chu Jin's lips curled slightly:
"It seems that you are truly attracted to this woman. She is indeed stunningly beautiful. It's a pity that despite her stunning beauty, she has to be a servant. You are the crown prince, and will be the emperor in the future. Your status is vastly different from hers. A woman like this can only be a maidservant in the main room, not even a concubine. Besides, she is Xiao Nanyan's!"
Helian Feng did not answer Chu Jin's question immediately. He lowered his head to look at the woman on the couch. Her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow under her eyes. A few strands of hair were scattered messily on the pillow, making her look as fragile as an enamel doll.
A trace of pity suddenly arose in Helian Feng's heart.
His fingertips gently brushed the strands of hair on her forehead that were soaked with cold sweat, and the pain in his heart suddenly had a clear source.
He is the Crown Prince of Tianqi, second only to the emperor and above everyone else. He is not the kind of person who would rebel because of a beautiful woman.
Back then, in the Qingge Hall of the Prince's Mansion, there were beauties from the Music Bureau wearing jingling jewelry when they were just little children; when he was fifteen years old, he accompanied the emperor on his southern tour, and the beautiful girls from Jiangnan had eyes like autumn water and skin like cream; even his cousin Su Wan, who had been engaged to him since childhood, was a famous beauty in Tianqi.
But all that beauty is like the gilded peony on the desk. It is dazzling, but it is always covered by a layer of glass and cannot touch the heart.
Only on the birthday of his father, Emperor Helian Cong, did he meet her in Chunxi Cottage - a woman named Xiyan.
The wind that day blew pear blossoms whiter than snow, fluttering like broken jade. The moment she turned around and looked back, it was as if the Queen Mother of the West had descended to the mortal world. Even though the slightly raised curve at the corner of her eyes was clearer than an ice ridge, it still made his heart skip a beat.
He suddenly felt that the ancients were not deceiving him:
There is a beautiful person, as gentle as Qingyang.
There really is such a kind of woman in this world: she does not need to put on rouge and powder, nor does she need to wear jingling jewelry. She only needs to stand gracefully under the blossoming trees in spring, and the rain of flowers in the sky will become her background.
It also made him——Helian Feng, the crown prince of Tianqi,
A glance that lasts for a thousand years...
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