"Young Madam! Be careful and run slower!"
Zizhen and Luzhu's anxious calls gradually faded with the sound of the wind in their ears. The rain that had been falling for a long time finally stopped. Every breath was filled with humid air, which penetrated into people's hearts.
It was a good time to relax, but it couldn't wash away Jiang Ling's panicked heartbeat, which became faster and faster as she ran in her brocade shoes on the stone pavement of the palace.
After the rain, the sky cleared up and the sunset glow was faintly visible on the horizon. However, Jiang Ling had no time to appreciate it. She just held up the hem of her skirt with one hand and placed the other hand on her heart, and ran towards the Changsheng Palace where the emperor lived as if her head had stopped thinking.
Her lips were tightly pursed, her breathing was slightly disordered, her steps were hurried, and she could not hear the movements around her as if she were hearing tinnitus. The floral and leaf patterns on the hem of her skirt swayed, colliding and entwining with each other, and her crimson brocade shoes were stained with a lot of rain and mud.
Jiang Ling's eyes slowly filled with tears, which dripped down as she ran.
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Zhou Jing'an had nearly ten wounds of varying sizes, and his entire body was covered in bandages. The imperial physician worked diligently for nearly an hour, his face covered in sweat. Fortunately, despite the numerous wounds, none of them were fatal, and he only needed to be properly healed.
Zhou Jing'an was placed in the left side hall of the Changsheng Hall, and people were ordered to watch him all night to observe whether he had a fever at any time so that the imperial physician could be called to treat him in time.
Jiang Ling originally wanted to take on this job, but her condition was really not good.
She waited outside anxiously for an hour, and was relieved only after learning about his condition. However, her face was haggard, and she had no appetite for dinner. She only drank two sips of soup. Now she was pregnant, and it was such a critical time, almost three months, that no one dared to let her keep watch.
Jiang Ling knew that if she insisted, he would not agree, and it would only make people worry about her as a pregnant woman. So she did not insist and just said that he would notify her as soon as he woke up.
Before dawn, Zhou Jing'an had a fever twice. The imperial physician and servants were busy all night, but no one dared to disturb Jiang Ling, so when Jiang Ling woke up vaguely, it was just dawn.
"Young Madam, the young master has woken up!" Zizhen walked in quietly, lifted the curtain and saw that she had her eyes open, so she hurriedly told her the news.
Jiang Ling was startled and immediately sat up, put on her coat and walked out. It was Zizhen who took great effort to hold her back and tidied her up a little so that she looked less unkempt.
In the side hall, Ye Song was feeding Zhou Jing'an with warm water using a spoon.
As soon as Jiang Ling stepped into the room, Zhou Jing'an, who was sitting leaning against the wall, immediately looked up and sat up straight unconsciously, but stopped moving because of the pulling of the wound.
His slight frown was accurately captured by Jiang Ling, who ran over in two or three steps and asked, "Did you pull the wound?"
Zhou Jingan frowned when he saw her jogging over. "Be careful, don't worry, I'm fine."
Both of them were concerned about each other. Ye Song and Zizhen looked at each other and quietly left.
Zhou Jing'an looked her up and down. "How have you been these past two days?"
When he saw the haggard look in Jiang Ling's eyes, he knew that she must have been so worried that she didn't sleep much all night.
Jiang Ling shook her head and sat beside his bed, tracing his face while saying that she was fine.
Then he complained in a low voice: "Do you know that when I saw you coming back yesterday covered in blood, I was so scared that my legs went weak."
When Jiang Ling recalled what happened yesterday, her eyes became red.
Zhou Jingan held her hand distressedly and said, "It's my fault for making you worry."
"Do you want to eat something? Do you want to drink some water?" Jiang Ling asked with concern.
Zhou Jing'an shook his head, then suddenly sat up straight and hugged her.
He buried his cheek in the crook of her neck, his voice muffled.
"Stay with me for a while."
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Jiang Ling didn't know what exactly happened yesterday, but he had a general understanding. Zhou Jing'an and Feng Yu found the traitor, who was a very prestigious military general in the court. They also captured Pei Yu, who was already dead.
The affairs of Ning Xi and Pei Yu were locked up in the palace by Feng Yu and had not been spread outside. After all, either of these two people could cause quite a stir among the people.
The traitor has been executed, Pei Yu is dead, and I think those who want to revive the Dashun will scatter. Isn't this a good thing?
Why did Jiang Ling look at Zhou Jing'an with a lonely and melancholy look?
Jiang Ling carefully avoided his wounds and hugged him back.
After a long silence, she asked softly, "What's wrong? Can you tell me?"
Jiang Ling's voice was so gentle that just this one sentence made Zhou Jing'an's nose sore and his eyes red.
He exhaled and said slowly: "Pei Yu died under my knife. I killed him."
Jiang Ling was stunned, and clearly heard that the relationship between Zhou Jing'an and Pei Yu was not as it seemed.
However, the book did not clearly state the relationship between the two, and these things were not mentioned after she traveled through time, so she had no way of knowing.
Jiang Ling was struggling to figure out how to start the question, but Zhou Jing'an had already started talking about his relationship with Pei Yu.
The room was quiet and the sky was bright. There was a candle burning by the bed. It was left on purpose so that she could check on his condition at night. She had forgotten to put it out, and it was almost burned out. The wax was dripping and solidifying layer by layer.
Jiang Ling didn't say anything, just listened to him silently, stroking his back from time to time.
Zhou Jingan frowned and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"...But he actually betrayed his country and his people, and even before his death, he didn't realize he was wrong. I don't understand why he would do this, why he would be such a person..."
After hearing this, Jiang Ling was also shocked by Pei Yu's deep thoughts and endless means.
Those who are involved are often confused, while those who are on the sidelines can see things more clearly.
Just from his story, Jiang Ling could guess that Pei Yu was such a cruel and ruthless person who would do anything to achieve his goals.
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