Chapter 83 I am afraid...
The night was dark, and the moon was bright in the sky, casting a silver glow and casting a hazy halo over the Regent's Palace.
The mansion was on high alert late at night, with secret guards hiding in the eaves and roof ridges. The light of swords flashed slightly, and the solemn and murderous atmosphere lingered in the night wind.
Yan Jinghuan walked into the palace with Shen Xingwan in his arms. He walked steadily and with a cold look in his eyes. Only after he brought her safely into the palace did the coldness around him subside a little.
He gave orders in a deep voice, sending more people to guard the place strictly. Orders were passed down in an orderly manner. The guards in the mansion followed closely, and secret sentries were deployed everywhere to control the situation, leaving no chance for the enemy to take advantage.
Shen Xingwan was already in shock, her mind still unsettled, and suddenly she woke up as if from a dream. She paused, grabbed Yan Jinghuan's arm, looked at him with tearful eyes, and said in a trembling voice:
"Feiyun... Feiyun was captured by them! She hasn't come back yet, what should we do?"
She cried, like a frightened fawn, with fear and panic in her eyes.
Yan Jinghuan's eyes darkened and his gaze fell on Xing Zhou behind him.
Xing Zhou immediately understood, lowered his head and accepted the order, turned around and waved his hand, and a pair of secret guards immediately stepped forward and followed his footsteps, disappearing into the night with him.
Shen Xingwan grabbed Yan Jinghuan's sleeve, her fingertips were cold, and she seemed to have lost all her strength. She staggered and almost fell.
Yan Jinghuan was quick-witted and quick-handed. He leaned over and picked her up horizontally.
The person in his arms was slender and light, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind. He subconsciously tightened his arms and held her tightly in his arms.
Shen Xingwan buried her head in his arms, hearing his strong heartbeat in her ears. The steady and powerful rhythm made her gradually feel a little more at ease.
"Don't be afraid."
He whispered soothingly.
Shen Xingwan closed her eyes. Her nose was filled with his scent, which was faintly bloody and mixed with his cold aura. It gradually brought her back to her senses from the shock of the disaster.
When the door was pushed open, hot water had already been prepared in the inner bathroom, and mist filled the air.
A warm breath blew against her face, dispelling the chill from her body.
Yan Jinghuan carried her into the clean room and ordered coldly:
"Stand back."
The maids bowed their heads and quickly filed away, not daring to look at him any further.
The candlelight flickered in the clean room, casting a warm halo, which cast a light shadow on Shen Xingwan's drooping eyelashes.
Yan Jinghuan lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms. His fingers gently brushed the slightly messy hair on her forehead and tenderly untied her blood-stained outer garment. His movements were extremely patient and meticulous, for fear of hurting her.
Shen Xingwan leaned in his arms, her body stiffened, and her ears turned slightly red.
She did not stop him because she knew that if she asked the maid to clean up the blood for her, she would only feel worse.
She shivered slightly as the warm water soaked into her skin.
After the whole person was immersed in the bathtub, the water rippled, washing away the coldness and blood stains on the body, as well as the embarrassment of surviving a disaster.
Yan Jinghuan leaned over slightly and tidied up her wet hair.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay, just take a good rest."
After he said that, he turned around and was about to leave.
Shen Xingwan was still in shock. Her fingertips trembled slightly. She subconsciously reached out her hand and tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, her voice low.
"Don't go... I'm scared..."
Yan Jinghuan paused, turned around and looked at her.
Amid the mist, Shen Xingwan's black hair was slightly wet, her skin was as white as jade, and water droplets slid down her shoulders and fell into the water. She lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she looked extremely fragile and helpless.
Yan Jinghuan's heart softened, he leaned closer to her and gently kissed her forehead.
"The current situation is unclear. I'm afraid Wei Zilin will take crazy revenge."
"I have to go and make arrangements first, and also send some people to protect the Shen Mansion."
Shen Xingwan was startled, raised her eyes and looked at him, her heart trembling slightly.
She had never thought that, in such a chaotic situation, he had already thought so carefully...
Not only did he protect her, he also wanted to protect the Shen Mansion...
She was moved, and worry appeared in her eyes. She looked at him with wet eyes and said softly, "Then...be careful."
Yan Jinghuan stared at her, reached out and gently stroked her hair, and a faint smile appeared on his thin lips.
"Don't worry too much. Wei Zilin has not yet succeeded in his bid for the throne. There are still many constraints. He can't do anything to me for a while."
As he spoke, his eyes paused slightly and fell on her smooth white shoulders.
The water rippled slightly, and she shrank back slightly, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. She shrank back into the water shyly, and urged in a low voice:
"Then go ahead, I won't keep you any longer."
Yan Jinghuan looked at her with a hint of smile in his eyes, knowing that if he continued to watch, it would be too late.
He leaned over and placed a kiss on her slightly red cheek. He gently wiped away the blood on her cheek with his fingertips, and his voice gradually became hoarse.
"Don't be afraid, I'm just outside, you're done washing..."
"wait for me."
Shen Xingwan's heart skipped a beat and she turned her face away in shame.
She knew that he was deliberately trying to ease her fear and give her a sense of security.
But such words, coupled with his warm breath, still made her heart tremble.
Yan Jinghuan looked at her without saying anything more. He just reached out and gently touched the top of her head, then stood up and strode out of the bathroom.
It was a dark night. He stood outside with eyes as deep as the sea. He slowly restrained his previous gentleness, his gaze turned cold, and he called in a deep voice for several groups of secret guards to deploy the defenses.
As the night deepened, the crescent moon in the sky was like a piece of cold jade, casting its bright light and shrouding the Regent's Palace in a quiet silver-white.
The lights in the room flickered. As the breeze blew, the candlelight swayed gently, casting mottled shadows on the carved screen, which was quiet and gentle.
Although Shen Xingwan was in a warm room, her heart was still hanging in the air.
She sat in front of the window, twisting her sleeves unconsciously with her slender fingertips, her brows full of worry and anxiety.
She looked at the courtyard in the dark night, her heart beating unsteadily. All that appeared in her mind was the scene of Feiyun falling into Wei Zilin's hands. She was afraid that something bad would happen to her.
After Yan Jinghuan finished taking care of the defense outside, he went to take a shower and change his clothes. When he walked out from behind the screen in a dark pajamas, his eyes fell on the slender figure in front of the window.
She was fidgeting, her shoulders and back tense, her slender fingers unconsciously twirling the corners of her clothes, her expression revealing an uncontrollable anxiety and torment.
Yan Jinghuan's eyes darkened slightly, and without saying anything more, he walked directly to the table and ordered a few light meals.
In a short while, the maids brought food boxes and placed them on the round table one by one. The warm dishes were steaming and the room was instantly filled with warmth.
"Come and have dinner." he called softly.
Shen Xingwan came back to his senses, shook his head slightly, and said sullenly: "I have no appetite."
Her heart was completely on Feiyun, so how could she have the mind to eat?
Yan Jinghuan's eyes fell on her thin shoulders.
He was silent for a moment, picked up the porcelain spoon, scooped a spoonful of hot fish maw and chicken soup, walked slowly to her side with the bowl, and sat down next to her.
Under the candlelight, he looked calm. He scooped some chicken soup with a spoon, blew gently to cool it, and brought it to her lips.
"Come."
Shen Xingwan was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and met his deep eyes.
In the end, she couldn't bear to reject his kindness, so she slightly opened her lips and drank the spoonful of soup obediently.
The warm and fragrant soup slides down your throat, it tastes delicious, and the warmth slowly spreads from your stomach, driving away the bone-chilling cold.
Yan Jinghuan looked at her, his expression slightly relaxed, and he scooped another spoonful, continued to bring it to her lips, and whispered: "Drink some more."
Shen Xingwan looked at him, feeling helpless.
But seeing how stubborn he was, she had no choice but to lower her head and drink it. Then she reached out to take the spoon and said softly, "I'll do it myself."
She held the bowl of soup and drank it slowly. Although she was still worried, this bowl of hot soup finally made her breathe a little easier.
Yan Jinghuan's hands were empty, and his hands fell down, slid to her waist, circled her slender waist, and gently held her in his arms.
Shen Xingwan was slightly startled, and was about to look up, but he leaned over slightly, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder, his breath warm, with a hint of unspeakable melancholy.
She clearly felt the warmth from his broad chest, as well as the extremely hidden tension.
The night was quiet with only the flickering candlelight casting a hazy and ambiguous shadow on the window frame.
Shen Xingwan's heart trembled, and her hand holding the porcelain bowl tightened slightly. Before she could say anything, she heard him sigh muffled, and his deep and hoarse voice sounded slowly beside her ear.
"You don't know...how scared I am today."
Shen Xingwan's heart trembled, and his whole body froze suddenly.
She always thought that Yan Jinghuan was omnipotent, calm, wise and decisive.
Even when facing the mad dog-like Wei Zilin, he could remain as steady as a rock and deal with it calmly.
And at this moment, he actually leaned over and whispered in her ear, saying that he was afraid?
Her fingertips holding the spoon trembled, her throat was dry, and she uttered with difficulty: "...What are you afraid of?"
Yan Jinghuan tightened his arms and held her in his arms. His voice was low and hoarse, with a slight tremor.
"I'm afraid... I won't be able to make it in time."
Shen Xingwan's eyes suddenly became hot and misty, her throat was choked by something, and her heart suddenly ached as if it was hit hard by something.
Her nose felt slightly sore, she choked with sobs, and complex emotions surged in her heart.
She slowly turned around and threw herself into his arms, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, her voice trembling: "I'm... I'm afraid too..."
She was afraid that she would die in Wei Zilin's East Palace and would never see Yan Jinghuan again.
I was afraid that my life would end here, and I would be trapped in that cold and terrifying mourning hall, becoming a cold and hopeless corpse.
Fortunately, she escaped.
He brought her back from hell.
Yan Jinghuan gently rubbed the top of her hair, and his broad palm, with a burning temperature, slowly fell on her back, stroking it over and over again.
He didn't say anything else, just held her quietly.
Shen Xingwan closed her eyes, her tears soaking his clothes. She heard his strong heartbeat, steady and solid.
Suddenly, an excited shout came from outside.
"Miss!"
Shen Xingwan suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body shook violently, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
She suddenly raised her head in disbelief and murmured, "...Feiyun?"
"Miss!" There were hurried footsteps outside the door. Shen Xingwan's eyes turned red instantly. She didn't even bother to put on her shoes. She hurriedly got up and ran out!
She was so excited that she even knocked over the porcelain bowl on the small table, which rolled several times and spilled the soup all over the floor.
She couldn't care less.
She rushed to the door, opened it, and ran into a familiar embrace.
It’s Feiyun!
She was dishevelled, with blood stains still on her body, but that face was still familiar to her, with the joy and excitement of surviving a disaster: "Miss, I'm back!"
Shen Xingwan could no longer hold back, tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, and he hugged her tightly, choking with sobs and unable to utter a word.
Yan Jinghuan walked slowly to the door, looked at the two people hugging and crying, his eyes darkened, and then ordered: "Send someone to prepare hot water and settle her down."
He reached out and gently embraced Shen Xingwan in his arms, whispering, "Don't cry, Feiyun is fine, let her go down and rest first."
Feiyun cried so hard that she couldn't speak, and choked up and said, "Miss, I have something to say!"
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