Chapter 978 Confession (Xinyang VS Xiao Jifan)
The cave entrance was about a meter high. When she took off her clothes, Long Yi did two things: first, he filled the cave with a lot of snow; second, he threw down each piece of clothing she took off.
...The kind of person who works with one hand and covers their eyes with the other, Long Mengmeng isn't a bad dragon shadow guard who would peek!
Princess Xinyang fell heavily onto the soft clothing and snow, which greatly cushioned the impact and prevented her from getting seriously injured. However, because her skin was too delicate, her arms and legs were scraped and bruised in large areas by the irregular holes.
Ignoring the coldness and pain in her body, she quickly got up and went to find the seriously injured person.
It was so cold that when she suddenly stomped down, her entire sole was immediately filled with a dense, needle-like pain.
She gasped.
However, she didn't stop to tend to her pain. Instead, she looked around in the dim light from the cave entrance, calling out, "Xiao Ji! Xiao Ji!"
It was a long, narrow underground cave with paths at both ends, but it got darker and darker as you went in, and she couldn't see anyone.
"Long Yi, where are you?" she asked, looking up at Long Yi.
"It's cold, put on some clothes first," Long Yi reminded him.
Princess Xinyang said, "I'm afraid it will be too late."
“He’s not dead yet.” Long Yi thought for a moment and added, “I would have reminded you if he were dead.”
Princess Xinyang: "..."
She put on clothes, but her body didn't warm up quickly enough; she was still freezing.
Long Yi then said, "Your right side."
Princess Xinyang started walking to the right.
The terrain here is very complicated. It looks close, but it is very difficult to walk. She fell several times, scraped her knees, and rubbed her palms raw.
She endured the pain and got up.
She had only one obsession: to find Xiao Ji.
Finally, she fell again, this time tripped by one of her legs.
She didn't even consider whether it was a person or a living person.
Imagine the terrifying shock it would be if a pampered princess were to touch a cold corpse with her bare hands.
Her hand touched the other person's arm; blood, warm blood.
Her heart tightened, and she continued upwards, touching his face, which was also covered in blood.
She spoke in a trembling voice, "Xiao Ji, is that you, Xiao Ji?"
He sat on the cold ground, his back against the hard rock wall, his head drooping under the weight, his breathing short and weak.
She touched his high, straight nose and his delicate brow bone: "Xiao Ji, is that you?"
He did not respond.
She then traced his arm down to his hand, which he had used to wield a sword for many years. His hands were covered in thick calluses and mottled, crisscrossing scars.
Is it him?
Is that true or not?
At this critical juncture, she realized that she knew almost nothing about him.
The only two nights they were intimate were when she was under the influence of drugs and not fully conscious; she knew nothing about his injuries or scars.
He never let her see it.
"Back...back injury!"
She knew this; Chang Jing always brought it up, saying it was his old wound, the kind that couldn't be completely healed.
Ah Heng had also asked Jiao Jiao to examine him, and Jiao Jiao said that he could only rest.
"Where is my back injury?"
Princess Xinyang didn't understand and thought that the waist injury meant that someone had cut him in the waist, which would inevitably leave a long scar.
She reached out and clumsily unfastened his armor in the darkness. She struggled for a long time, and in the end, she couldn't tell whether she had managed to unfasten it by herself or by brute force.
His scent was masked by the thick stench of blood, making it impossible for her to detect.
She had no choice but to resort to this clumsy method.
Her hand groped around his waist, but what she touched was a sticky, bloody mess.
Are there any injuries here too?
She paused, about to touch her wrist to check the extent of her injury, when a large, broad hand gripped her slender wrist.
Immediately afterwards, she heard a weak and hoarse voice: "Qin Fengwan, what are you doing?"
Princess Xinyang was taken aback: "Xiao Ji? It really is... you?"
Her eyes reddened, and hot tears welled up in her eyes.
Xiao Ji was seriously injured and spoke weakly, but his smug tone was still perfectly controlled: "Qin Fengwan... don't think that just because I'm injured... you can take advantage of me... and do whatever you want to me..."
Princess Xinyang suddenly stopped crying.
He had a high fever and his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, but he never let go of her wrist.
It seemed that he had put all his strength into that.
Princess Xinyang raised her other hand and touched his forehead: "It's so hot. How did you get here? Didn't you and Chang Jing fall into the snow pit over there?"
Below the snow pit was this cave. He pushed Chang Jing up, but fell down himself. Two stone slabs in the cave collapsed, sealing the entrance.
He dragged his injured body in another direction, walking for an unknown distance until he was completely exhausted and could walk no more.
Princess Xinyang said to him, "Wait here for me, I'll go and call Long Yi."
He did not let go.
Princess Xinyang felt the pressure on her wrist and frowned anxiously, but she couldn't force his hand away. She turned around, looked in the direction she came from, and shouted, "Long Yi! I've found Xiao Ji!"
Click!
A cracking sound came from above.
This place is going to collapse!
"Can you still walk? The cave is about to collapse!" Princess Xinyang asked him.
Xiao Ji slowly released her hand.
He can't leave.
But she can walk.
Long Yi and Zhang Yong dared not make any rash moves, otherwise, if they were not careful, the entire cave would collapse, and Xiao Ji and Princess Xinyang would be buried underneath.
Zhang Yong was on the verge of collapse: "Princess, my ancestor, why did you go down there?"
The death of a marquis was already enough to give him trouble, but if a princess were to be taken down with him, his life and fortune would be in grave danger!
Hearing the cracking sound, Long Yi suddenly pulled Zhang Yong back a step.
With a deafening roar, the cave collapsed!
Centered on that small opening, the cave extends to both ends, with the surrounding rocks collapsing inch by inch. Princess Xinyang grabbed Xiao Ji's arm tightly, trying to help him up.
Just as they were about to be crushed to death, Xiao Ji, who had already exhausted his energy, suddenly found strength from nowhere, grabbed her soft waist, and flipped her over.
boom!
The spot where they were standing collapsed.
Pieces of rock fell beside them, and Xiao Ji shielded her with his tall, frail body, his arms protecting her at her sides.
Scattered rocks pelted his back, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, veins bulging on his forehead and arms, and beads of cold sweat dripping down his face.
It took several breaths before everything finally came to a stop.
The road they came by was completely blocked, so they had no choice but to continue forward or perish together here.
Princess Xinyang raised her hand and touched his face: "Xiao Ji."
Xiao Ji did not move.
He had long since lost his strength, and was only maintaining his protective posture with sheer willpower.
He had lost consciousness; only his body remained frozen in place.
"Xiao Ji... Xiao Ji... Xiao Ji, can you hear me?"
Princess Xinyang could not wake him; his body temperature was rapidly dropping, and his breathing was becoming weak.
Her hand trembled as she touched his neck.
She couldn't feel his pulse anymore.
His heartbeat... stopped.
Princess Xinyang lay beneath him, tears welling up in her eyes: "Xiao Ji... Xiao Ji, don't die... don't die..."
She still lost him.
When did he begin to enter her heart?
Did he kill the old King Liang, or did he retrieve Qing'er's antidote, or did he stay outside her delivery room all night in the dead of winter...?
She couldn't explain it; all she knew was that it was all too late.
"I haven't told you yet... I'm cured... I won't push you away again... Open your eyes and look at me..."
"Xiao Ji, look at me..."
Tears streamed down her face.
So this is what it feels like to lose your lover.
It hurts so much.
But why did she realize this so late?
Why couldn't she realize her own feelings sooner?
"Xiao Ji..." She clutched his clothes tightly and cried out in a hoarse voice.
"Cough cough!"
Xiao Ji, who was lightly pressing down on her, suddenly gasped and coughed violently!
Princess Xinyang was startled, her tear-filled eyes staring unblinkingly at him in the darkness: "Xiao Ji! Xiao Ji!"
Xiao Ji turned his head away, coughing violently, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs.
Princess Xinyang quickly helped him sit down against the wall, and asked, choking back tears, "Are you alright?"
Xiao Ji gasped, "I almost died just now because I couldn't catch my breath..."
Princess Xinyang's tears flowed even more profusely.
She wasn't a crybaby, and she wasn't pregnant, so she couldn't understand why she couldn't stop crying today.
Xiao Ji leaned weakly against the wall, and said in pain and weakness, "Qin Fengwan, what were you babbling about just now?"
"It's nothing." Princess Xinyang wiped away her tears with a serious expression and tried to speak in a normal tone. "Do you have a tinderbox on you? Let me see where you're hurt."
Xiao Ji raised his left arm, which was actually more seriously injured but not bleeding, and forcefully and domineeringly pulled her into his arms.
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard him whisper in her ear, "I heard you, Qin Fengwan."
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