Mu Zhi was slightly taken aback.
Is he trying to explain himself?
Was his last sentence an apology to her?
No matter how you look at it, explanations and apologies have nothing to do with the person in front of you.
After all, as the ruler of the Xuancang Dynasty, who does he need to explain himself to?
Who can afford his apology?
But this scene is truly happening right before my eyes.
He was explaining to her and apologizing to her.
At this moment, the bitterness and sorrow that had been lingering in my heart vanished instantly, replaced by a mixture of confusion and joy.
Mu Zhi's mind was in turmoil; such a scene was extremely rare.
Even her father probably rarely saw Xuanming in such a state.
“I don’t blame you, I’ve never blamed you,” Mu Zhi hurriedly replied.
In reality, what she felt most was resentment towards herself for having been infatuated with him for so long.
Upon hearing this, Xuanming sighed softly.
He reached out and felt the handkerchief that was being placed on Mu Zhi's eyes. It had gotten cool, so he took the handkerchief off.
He turned his body slightly to the side and looked carefully at Mu Zhi's eye sockets.
It's still very red and slightly swollen.
"Does it hurt?" Xuanming asked softly.
When Xuanming took the handkerchief, Mu Zhi wanted to open her eyes, but she felt that the gaze was too intense and resisted the urge to open them.
Hearing Xuanming's question, she felt a slight tremor in her heart and shook her head.
Xuanming raised an eyebrow and put the handkerchief back.
Mu Zhi had already opened her eyes and sat up.
When Xuanming turned back, he saw her get up and his eyes showed a hint of disapproval.
"Since you're not feeling well, you should just lie down and rest." Xuanming's voice returned to its usual gentle tone.
Mu Zhi was startled. "Are you leaving?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them.
It made her seem very reluctant to part with it.
Mu Zhi lowered her head, a hint of annoyance flashing in her downcast eyes.
Xuanming did not respond to Muzhi, but silently walked to the bedside and sat down gently.
"Close your eyes." His voice was deep and firm.
Mu Zhi was already lying in bed when she saw Xuan Ming sitting by the bedside again, and a sense of surprise and joy welled up in her heart.
Then she thought: Doesn't he think that his actions are somewhat inappropriate?
Her thoughts suddenly became tangled like a mess, making Mu Zhi feel upset and confused.
In the end, she decided to follow Xuanming's instructions and close her eyes.
After all, she believed that Xuanming would not harm her.
Just as Mu Zhi was lost in thought, Xuan Ming slightly raised his inner strength and gently covered her eyes with his palm.
Instantly, a warm current, like a clear spring, flowed into Mu Zhi's eyes.
This feeling is much more comfortable and pleasant than when I put a handkerchief on my eyes earlier.
Mu Zhi focused intently on feeling it, as if she could sense that the warmth was coming from Xuan Ming's palm.
Could it be that he is applying a hot compress to himself?
So... where does this heat come from?
She had never learned martial arts, had no older brothers, and was sickly since childhood, so she rarely went out.
The concept of internal energy is still confined to fictional stories.
Mu Zhi was completely baffled. She subconsciously tried to blink, but found that an invisible force seemed to be preventing her from moving.
Xuanming's body stiffened slightly.
At that moment, Mu Zhi's eyelashes, as fine as tiny brushes, brushed against his palm, bringing an indescribable tingling sensation.
A strange feeling stirred within me.
"Are your eyes feeling better now?"
Mu Zhi gave a soft "hmm".
The moment he finished speaking, Xuanming withdrew his hand.
As the heat in her eyes subsided, a slight chill settled in Mu Zhi's heart.
"Your Highness, I don't understand this action." Mu Zhi opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Xuan Ming, who had stood up with his hands behind his back.
Xuanming loosened his clenched fist, and his hand naturally slid down to his thigh.
He turned away from Mu Zhi, his voice carrying the coolness of the night, "Mu Zhi, do you know what's wrong with my body?"
Without a second thought, Mu Zhi replied, "I know."
Upon hearing this, Xuanming couldn't help but turn to look at her, took a deep breath, and asked, "Do you really know or are you just pretending? I don't have much time left."
Mu Zhi nodded again and answered seriously, "I know."
"So you shouldn't waste your time on me, understand?"
Mu Zhi did not answer Xuan Ming's question.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly raised her head and looked directly at Xuanming.
Her gaze was firm and sharp, as if trying to pierce his heart, as she asked, "So, Your Highness wants to cancel the engagement because you're worried that after you pass away, I'll be left alone to bear the pain and sorrow?"
Xuanming was completely taken aback by Muzhi's directness and frankness, and stood there dumbfounded for a moment.
His body seemed nailed to the spot, unable to move, and his throat was dry and tight, making it difficult for him to speak.
Faced with Mu Zhi's sudden questioning, Xuan Ming felt unprecedentedly embarrassed and awkward.
But at the same time, a sense of admiration for her courage welled up in my heart.
This time, Mu Zhi met Xuan Ming's gaze without fear, staring intently into his eyes, as if waiting for an answer, an answer that could completely unravel the mystery between them.
Finally, she took a deep breath and said in a calm but powerful tone, "Since Your Highness is willing to make things clear, then let's lay everything out in the open tonight and make everything clear at once."
After saying these words, Mu Zhi leaned forward slightly, clenched her fists, and braced herself on the edge of the bed, displaying a resolute posture.
She pressed on with a firm and unquestionable tone: "So, Your Highness, please tell me honestly, is it yes or no?"
Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and only the tense breathing of the two people could be heard in the room.
Xuanming silently watched Muzhi, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and answered softly, "Yes."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and her clenched fists involuntarily tightened.
She stared wide-eyed at Xuanming, struggling to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Did Your Highness cancel the engagement because you didn't like me, or because you were worried that I would have a difficult and miserable life alone in the future?"
Mu Zhi's gaze was firm and unwavering as she pressed on directly with her question once more.
Faced with such a sharp question, Xuanming remained completely unresponsive, his body stiff, and he didn't even move an inch.
However, Mu Zhi did not give up easily.
She gritted her teeth, determined to get a clear answer: "Please tell me, Your Highness, is it the former or the latter?"
Finally, Xuanming's gaze slowly turned to Muzhi, and he sighed softly, revealing a hint of helplessness.
He asked softly, "Why do you insist on asking? Are these questions really that important?"
Before she could finish speaking, Mu Zhi suddenly sat up, staring intently at Xuan Ming with an unusually focused expression, and replied firmly, "To me, this answer is of paramount importance."
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