Go in alone
After Jiang Jingqian's momentary shock, he revealed a deep worry. He had also witnessed the scene just now. What if this injury could not be healed?
"Come on, I'll take you to find the Queen Mother."
Jiang Jingjian's expression calmed down. He grabbed Jiang Jingyuan and was about to push the door and walk out of the hall.
"etc!"
Jiang Jingyuan grabbed his arm and said calmly, "Wait until dawn."
Jiang Jingjian frowned and looked back at her disapprovingly.
Before he could speak, Jiang Jingyuan took the lead and said, "It's okay, I can wait..."
The young man in white had a face shrouded in deep gloom, and he looked at her without saying a word.
Jiang Jingyuan paused, pursed her cracked lips, and said in a soft voice, "Don't be afraid. I can hold on until now, and I can wait until dawn."
She was certainly right.
Although the existence of the "Teng Snake" mark is constantly consuming her lifespan, it is still difficult to kill her when she is alive.
The orange candlelight and the gray darkness were separated and lay in the hall, and everything was silent.
Just when Jiang Jingyuan thought that the situation would remain deadlocked, the young man in white in front of her moved. He turned his eyes away from her, loosened his hand, turned around and walked back to the depths of the palace illuminated by candlelight.
As they passed each other, in the silence, Jiang Jingyuan seemed to hear a soft "hmm" in his ears.
She turned back in a daze and saw that the figure in white had walked deep into the palace and was standing by the candlelight, facing her sideways.
The candlelight distorted and lengthened the shadow behind him. The boy's brows were so cold that it seemed as if frost was about to form. With his head lowered, he very seriously took out a magic weapon from his storage bag and placed it on the table beside him.
It was a brass disc, engraved with layers of complex formations.
When he took out the disc, Jiang Jingqian, who had been silent in the hall for a long time, suddenly looked surprised, and looked up and looked around as if he had sensed something.
The hall instantly absorbed and gathered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth coming from all directions.
Invisible spiritual energy continued to blow around him like the wind, and Jiang Jingyuan felt the dense tingling sensation on his body gradually subside.
The pain subsided, and what followed was a strong feeling of fatigue. Jiang Jingyuan narrowed his eyes unconsciously, and a thin mist accumulated in his eyes.
"Change your clothes and go to sleep. It will be dawn soon." Jiang Jingjian had walked to her side again without her knowing when. His voice was no longer sarcastic, but rather had a rare gentleness.
Jiang Jingyuan blinked, turned his head and saw the profile of the young man beside him hidden in the cold darkness.
He was acting so arrogant and domineering before, why did he become so dispirited now?
It seems that Jiang Jingjian was really frightened by her previous mouthful of blood and the injuries on her body...
Jiang Jingyuan opened her mouth but before she could say anything, she saw a white hand reaching out from the side and resting lightly on her shoulder, as light as a feather. It patted her gently with a soothing and unresistable look, and the boy walked away.
The hour of Chou has passed.
The rich spiritual energy in the hall suppressed the injuries, and the black and red energy was slowly healing the internal injuries. The girl in a dry dress lay flat on the bed, feeling the warmth in the bedding, and squinted her eyes sleepily.
She just felt dizzy and before going to sleep, she vaguely reviewed her experiences of the past few days.
The first thing she thought of was the man in black whom she met at the bottom of the pool tonight. Who was that man?
How did he appear in the heavily guarded palace?
Was his only goal the magical weapon at the bottom of the pool? Did he bring the magical weapon at the bottom of the pool?
Jiang Jingyuan knew that man was very strong, so strong that even staying calm when facing him required a great deal of willpower. It could be said that without that man's sword, the wound Qin Jiuyan inflicted on her would only look horrifying to her, and there would be no way she would be in such a critical condition now.
Yes, she is dying now.
The "Teng Snake" mark will keep her alive, but it will only keep her alive for a moment.
Jiang Jingyuan's sleep was not peaceful. He felt that he was awake, but the scene he saw through his squinting eyes seemed to be out of his mind...
Thinking of Qin Jiuyan, she sneered in her half-awake state, "A destined one? What? Are you the old man in the storybook who gives away opportunities at the bottom of the cliff?!"
She hummed for a long time, and finally stumbled upon one thing: "A magical weapon to conceal the aura..."
The sky was dark, and moonlight shone through the window lattice into the hall, making it hazy. However, the hall was not completely dark. Everything I saw seemed to have experienced the loneliness of a thousand years of waiting. The tables, chairs and ornaments seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze...
When Jiang Jingyuan realized that she was looking at everything in the hall with her eyes open, she suddenly realized that she had fallen asleep and woken up again.
She suddenly lowered her eyes subconsciously and looked—
His right hand was placed on the soft bed, not tucked into the quilt, with the inner side of his wrist facing upwards, and another pale, cold hand was silently placed on it.
Jiang Jingyuan's body stiffened, and he slowly turned his eyes to look to his side.
I saw——
The layers of hanging curtains swayed gently, and a pair of eyes behind the curtains stared at her intently.
Jiang Jingyuan's gaze suddenly met those eyes...
There was no wind in the hall, but the curtains were fluttering and hanging down, blocking her slightly astonished eyes.
"River……"
"It's almost dawn."
Looking at the motionless black shadow behind the curtain, Jiang Jingyuan seemed to have thought of something. He withdrew his right hand, stood up and pulled open the curtain.
The person next to him was sitting on a stool beside the bed with his back to the moonlight. From Jiang Jingyuan's perspective, he could vaguely see in the dim light that he was tightly pursing his pale lips.
Drops of dark red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Jiang Jingjian picked up the white porcelain bottle that he was holding tightly in his right hand, brought it close to his mouth and drank the emerald green liquid inside.
The young man drank very quickly and suddenly choked. He raised his hand to cover his mouth, his shoulders shaking violently, and a suppressed cough rang out in the silent night.
Fragrant emerald green water droplets and fishy dark red blood droplets flowed down his jaw, slipped from his palm, and fell onto his white robe embroidered with gold patterns.
“Your Highness…?”
Suddenly, a soft questioning voice came from not far away.
Jiang Jingyuan sat up straight on the bed and looked at the scene behind Jiang Jingjian.
The young man in black who was sitting on a chair not far away in the hall was suddenly awakened by the noise, and stood up and walked over quietly.
Jiang Jingyuan looked at the two people in front of him and frowned slightly.
Seeing both of them guarding here, she was indeed touched for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by worry.
In her opinion, she didn't know what situation she would have to face tomorrow. Originally, it would have been fine if she was the only one who didn't get enough rest, but now all three of them didn't get enough rest. Could they really cope with it tomorrow...?
in particular……
Jiang Jingyuan's gaze shifted back to the young man in white beside her. She was unable to practice, but she could feel the spiritual power slowly flowing through her veins. It was Jiang Jingjian who had been transmitting spiritual power to her all night long.
What a waste...
Jiang Jingyuan sighed silently.
She will not die. Even if spiritual power is transmitted to her, it can only flow through her tendons and veins once and then be fed into the bottomless pit of the "Teng Snake" mark.
"It's okay." Jiang Jingjian turned around and said to the young man in black behind him.
Then, he turned around and pulled Jiang Jingyuan's right hand, turned it to the inside of his wrist, looked up at Jiang Jingyuan, and said calmly: "Rest, I'll call you when it's dawn."
Jiang Jingyuan watched him place his hand on the inside of his wrist, and an inexplicable thought arose in his mind:
Jiang Jingjian wouldn't be checking her pulse and breathing all night, right?
Thinking about this, Jiang Jingyuan, who was pressed down, looked at the young man in white clothes next to him.
The young man in white… lowered his eyes, as if he hadn’t noticed anything, and didn’t answer.
Jiang Jingyuan suddenly didn't know what to say.
She had always known that, although it was Jiang Jingjian who had been taking care of him, it was hard to tell who needed who more between them... Her heart was heavy, as if a single person suddenly had to shoulder the love and hope of others - love and hope that was still as mellow as fine wine, and the humble expectation of a response.
This was the family she had lived with for so long; she didn't resent it, but it felt heavy. Her words of confusion, distress, and helplessness ultimately turned into a silent sigh in the darkness.
Jiang Jingyuan lay flat on her back, letting Jiang Jingjian's hand rest on the inside of her wrist. She closed her eyes and whispered softly:
"Don't be afraid."
It’s been too long, too long…
Jiang Jingjian and Jiang Jingyuan have depended on each other for eleven years. It is impossible for him to accept Jiang Jingyuan's disappearance. He can't stand being displaced alone, and he will go crazy.
Outside the curtain, the young man in white clothes sat quietly with his head lowered. The calmness on his face was long gone. His eyes were blank, and his unfocused gaze fell for a long time on the robe dotted with emerald green and dark red tender plums.
His fingers rested on the girl's pulse. The slight beating supported his rationality, allowing him to remain calm and wait here tirelessly.
The full moon dimmed, the dark night was slowly bleached white, and day broke.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the window lattice onto the young man in white clothes who was sitting alone beside the bed. His body trembled, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. He could no longer hold on and suddenly fell to the side of Jiang Jingyuan without making any sound.
Jiang Jingjian shook her arm, his movements were gentle but quick. He was afraid that the shaking would hurt Jiang Jingyuan's wound, but he was also anxious to wake her up.
Only in the early morning sunlight could one see the paleness of the girl's face. She opened her eyes, looked at Jiang Jingjian beside her, and blinked.
With his ten fingers curled up, Jiang Jingjian saw the girl in front of him blinking her eyes vividly, and his heart finally settled down.
"Let's go." Jiang Jingyuan stood up and said.
She actually didn't think it was a good idea to rush to look for Rong Hou at dawn. If possible, she would prefer to go there at noon.
But... Jiang Jingyuan stroked her messy hair and glanced at Jiang Jingjian's expression. If she didn't go, Jiang Jingjian would cry.
Jiang Jingjian, who was secretly criticized as "about to cry", grabbed Jiang Jingyuan's two outer robes in a panic. He wanted to bring two more clothes for Jiang Jingyuan, so that he could wrap himself up when he was cold, and if he was bleeding, he could wrap himself up tightly so that others would not notice.
Jiang Jingjian's lips were pressed into a straight line, and his expression was indeed not very calm, but he was not actually about to cry as Jiang Jingyuan said.
Jiang Jingqian on the other side seemed much calmer. He lit the incense burner and handed Jiang Jingyuan a sachet.
He knew that what Jiang Jingyuan said last night was right. She could hold on until she returned to the palace, and she could also hold on until she met Queen Rong. What he needed to do was to find ways to cover up Jiang Jingyuan's unusual condition as much as possible so that others would not notice it.
The morning sun is still cold when it shines on people.
The morning dew fell on the branches, and the tender buds bent under the heavy burden. Crystal clear round dewdrops hung on the tips of the buds. "Ding--" the delicate wind chimes rang, and dewdrops dripped.
Outside the magnificent palace, the palace maid looked at the three people in front of her with a gentle smile and said:
"Her Majesty said to let His Highness Jing Yuan go in alone."
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