Chapter 195 You cried because of this?
A city blanketed in snow.
The servants who stayed at the Yuwen residence hardly saw any of their masters all day. The Duke of Sheng left early in the morning, and then the General left the residence. Not long after, the young mistress was sent to the palace. Only the General returned to the residence in the afternoon, but upon hearing that the young mistress had gone to the palace, he rode away again without even returning his clothes, and did not return until nightfall.
Jin Yun, the oldest servant left in the mansion, anxiously led a group of people to stand at the gate, in the wind and snow, gazing longingly at the end of the long street.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of rapid hoofbeats finally came from the deep snowscape.
Jin Yun hurriedly ran down the steps, and when she looked up, she saw Yuwen Ye riding on horseback, holding a slender figure in his arms. She was wrapped in a thick cloak, and her face was almost buried in his chest. They suddenly rushed out of the wind and snow and stopped at the gate of the mansion.
Jin Yun hurriedly said, "Second Young Master!"
Yuwen Ye didn't say anything, but nimbly dismounted with the person in his arms. The cloak draped over his shoulders slipped down a corner, and he realized that the person he was holding was none other than Shang Ruyi, the young mistress who had been brought into the palace.
There seemed to be tear stains on her face, but after only a fleeting glance, Yuwen Ye immediately swept her up in his arms and turned to walk into the mansion. No one could see anything clearly, but they could hear Yuwen Ye loudly ordering as he walked in, "Prepare hot water!"
Everyone hurriedly followed and served him.
It wasn't until half an hour later that the carriage that had accompanied Shang Ruyi to the palace and the maid Tushe'er returned to the mansion. When people around her asked her what had happened, she could only stammer that she didn't know. So no one asked any more questions and they hurriedly followed her to the backyard to serve the two masters.
This kept me busy until midnight.
Everything finally calmed down around 9 PM.
When Yuwen Ye finished bathing, washing away the snow and chill, and changed into a white nightgown before returning to the room, he saw Shang Ruyi sitting against the headboard—despite having also taken a hot bath, her face was still pale. The tear stains had been washed away, but the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose were still a little red. Coupled with her blank and wooden expression, and her eyes, which were exceptionally bright and watery from crying, she looked rather pitiful.
Yuwen Ye slowly walked over, saw that she was not moving, and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at her straight ahead.
It was only at this moment that Shang Ruyi seemed to regain some consciousness.
She slowly raised her head and met those deep eyes.
For once, Yuwen Ye's face lacked its usual cold indifference; in fact, the orange candlelight cast a warm and gentle glow upon it, and his voice, when he spoke, was no longer harsh or cold.
Are you feeling better?
"..."
She wanted to answer, but her throat felt dry and she didn't want to make an unpleasant sound as soon as she opened her mouth, so she could only nod gently.
Yuwen Ye's brows furrowed even more tightly.
He moved a little closer to her, and even the lingering warmth of the bathwater from his recent shower wafted over her, as did the suppressed urgency in his breath.
He asked, "What exactly happened to you when you went to the palace today?"
"..."
Why are you crying?
"..."
"Who did this to you?!"
The more questions he asked, the harsher his tone became.
When he saw her weeping uncontrollably at the palace gate, unable to utter a single word no matter how he asked, and gradually losing body temperature in the wind and snow, shivering in his arms, Yuwen Ye disregarded the fact that Tushe'er and the carriage were waiting not far away. He took off his cloak, wrapped it around her, and carried her onto the horse, galloping back to the mansion.
Now, even in a warm room, or at least a familiar place, he still couldn't get an answer.
What exactly happened to her today?
Yuwen Ye was barely able to contain his temper, but he couldn't bear to get angry at this fragile little woman in front of him. He could only grit his teeth, try his best to restrain himself, and reach out to grab her chin, pinching it hard: "Speak!"
Shang Ruyi trembled slightly.
The melancholy between her brows seemed to be shattered by this blow. She glanced at Yuwen Ye and suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
She didn't speak, she just lowered her head.
And her face seemed even redder than before.
This made Yuwen Ye even more impatient, but he didn't know how to vent his frustration. He just gritted his teeth and stared at Shang Ruyi, only to see her slowly take her hands out from under the quilt.
In his hands, he held a brocade box.
Yuwen Ye was immediately taken aback.
It seems that when they were at Xuanren Gate, he saw her holding something in her hand, but at that time he was only focused on bringing her back because she was crying, and he didn't have time to ask. He didn't expect that now she would take it out herself and slowly present it to him.
Yuwen Ye frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
When Shang Ruyi spoke, her nose was still stuffy and she spoke slowly, saying in a hoarse voice, "It's for you."
"What is that?"
"prescription."
"prescription?"
Yuwen Ye frowned deeply, completely baffled by her meaning. He didn't even take the box, only staring at her: "Where did this prescription come from? What are you going to do with it?"
Shang Ruyi glanced at him again, then lowered her head and whispered, "Her Highness the Princess asked me to give this to you."
As she spoke, she gently sniffed.
"..."
Yuwen Ye's initial anxiety suddenly eased, even his burning impatience vanished in an instant. He slowly reached out and took the box, then stood up and put it aside. After a moment, he suddenly turned back and sat down on the edge of the bed, his breath tense, his gaze intensely fixed on Shang Ruyi's reddened eyes: "You cried because of this?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi looked up at him, her eyes seeming somewhat dazed, but when she spoke, her tone was firm: "No!"
"no?"
"No, it's not..."
Whether it was a lack of conviction or some other reason, her second "no" sounded weak, even her breathing became feeble. Yuwen Ye's eyes twitched slightly, as if he were laughing or angry at the same time. He leaned closer to her and asked, "Then what is it?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi didn't say anything more, she just lowered her eyes.
A clear smile appeared on Yuwen Ye's face. He had almost moved close to Shang Ruyi and was about to say something when he saw that the little woman, who had been sitting by the headboard, had unfocused eyes and a flushed face. She swayed for a moment and then suddenly bumped into his arms.
"...!"
Yuwen Ye was taken aback and subconsciously reached out to support her.
Upon being helped up, Yuwen Ye felt the intense heat of the body immediately seep through his clothes and into his hand. His heart sank, and he hurriedly reached out to touch his forehead.
"Shang Ruyi, why didn't you say you had a fever sooner?"
"Um?"
The person in his arms let out a murmur that sounded like a question or a complete bewilderment. Yuwen Ye was about to say something, but when he looked down, he saw that the person in his arms was weak and powerless, with a flushed cheek pressed against his chest. The person's eyes were half-open, as weak as a candle in the wind. The person looked up at him one last time before the last glimmer of light was extinguished in his arms.
"...Shang Ruyi? Shang Ruyi!"
He called her name again, but no one heard him; Shang Ruyi had fallen into a deep sleep.
Although her cheeks were flushed and her breath was hotter than usual, Yuwen Ye could tell that it was more like an illness caused by inner turmoil than a cold. Seeing that she was sleeping peacefully, it didn't seem too serious.
So, he carefully placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to move her from his arms and put her back on the bed.
But as soon as it moved, it stopped again.
Looking down at the flushed little face pressed against his chest, he saw that she was sleeping soundly, even more comfortably than usual. He thought for a moment, then gently put his arm around her shoulder, holding her tightly in his embrace. He then slowly leaned down and gently helped her lie back down on the bed.
However, compared to the soft pillow beneath her, she was clearly more satisfied with the firmer, yet warm, chest above her. Even after lying down, she couldn't help but rub her cheek against his chest. Although it was only a light touch, it unexpectedly ruffled his clothes.
My breathing became disordered.
Yuwen Ye looked down at his chest, then at Shang Ruyi. She was still fast asleep, completely unaware of what was happening. She even used the person on top of her as a thick, warm quilt, turning over under him, resting her head on his arm, and falling into a deep sleep again.
"..."
Yuwen Ye frowned as he looked at her, his face already contorted with a ferocious expression.
After a while, he finally had nowhere to vent his anger and the inexplicable heat in his heart. He sighed helplessly and was just about to find a place to lie down and rest when he heard a click from outside the door.
Yuwen Ye immediately asked, "Who?"
The person outside seemed startled and accidentally pushed the door open a crack. After a long while, a delicate voice drifted in softly: "Young Master..."
It is aster.
Yuwen Ye frowned: "What?"
Changwan said, "I just washed and cleaned Madam's shoes and brought them back."
"..."
Yuwen Ye glanced under the bed subconsciously and found a pair of clogs underneath. It was obvious that he had just slipped on a pair of shoes after taking a bath and come back—no wonder he caught a cold.
He thought for a moment, then reluctantly reached out a hand to pull down the bed curtains, and said, "Bring it in."
"yes."
The door was pushed open, and Chang Wan carefully walked in carrying a pair of shoes, placing them beside the bed. Just as she straightened up and subconsciously looked up, she met a pair of eyes that were sharp as knives even through the curtains. Startled, she trembled and hurriedly turned and left.
Only after the gate closed and the footsteps faded into the distance did Yuwen Ye's cold gaze soften slightly.
To avoid making the person in bed feel too suffocated, he thought for a moment, then reached out and lifted the bed curtains a little, and then glanced down.
A pair of unusually luxurious silk shoes came into view.
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