Inside the room, Nanrong Jinghua leaned quietly against soft pillows, her long, silver hair cascading over her silver-white robe. Sunlight streamed through the window, creating a scene resembling a beautiful painting.
Helian Ci sat at a table a few steps away, sipping his tea and leisurely observing.
Helian You stood by the soft couch, stroking his chin as if looking at a novel object, staring intently at Nanrong Jinghua.
Helian Si pulled Helian Yi in, and this was the scene that greeted him. His lips twitched violently; it seemed his elder brother had taken a handsome tutor in his arms.
After admiring the rare animals in the zoo, look at the Third Prince's eyes—up close, they're practically touching the handsome teacher's face.
"Sisi, what's wrong with Master?"
A flicker of astonishment crossed Helian Yi's eyes. He knew the assassin had wounded his younger sister, and that the tutor had protected her with his own body. But even so, how could the tutor be in this state?
"Can't you tell? He's become an immortal."
Helian Ci flicked the rim of the teacup with his finger, gave a cold sneer, and half-jokingly remarked that Nan Rong Jinghua, who had always been aloof from worldly affairs, now looked like an immortal or a god.
"Can I touch it?"
Helian You stared at Nan Rong Jinghua's full head of silver hair and then uttered a shocking remark.
Nan Rong, with his stunningly beautiful face, pursed his thin lips without answering. His long eyelashes lifted slightly, and his silver eyes gazed quietly at Helian Si, a hint of timidity in them.
Helian Si immediately stiffened, released his hand from Helian Yi's, and took a few steps to Nanrong Jinghua's side. He patted Nanrong Jinghua's hand comfortingly, then turned to look at Helian You and said...
"Third brother, don't frighten the teacher. He just woke up not long ago and is still a bit dazed and very fragile."
"Cough, cough!"
Helian Ci choked on the mouthful of tea he had just swallowed, and Helian You also dazedly withdrew his hand.
Junyi's face went blank. He... he had frightened the teacher?
Helian Yi coughed lightly, walked to the soft couch, and bowed slightly to Nanrong Jinghua.
"This student greets the Master."
Regardless, Nan Rong Jinghua had taught him that this could not be changed.
"Your Highness, there's no need for such formalities."
Nan Rongjinghua's voice was low and her face was pale, giving her an extremely weak appearance.
Helian Si felt so heartbroken that his eyebrows twitched, especially when he saw those frosty silver eyes and silver hair, which made him feel even more guilty.
Helian Ci's hand gripped the teacup so tightly it creaked, his handsome face as dark as could be. That shameless Nan Rong Jinghua...
Don't think he can't see through it. This guy is actually not in any real trouble. He's just putting on a show for that cowardly little brat. What a cunning old bastard!
"Helian You, didn't you bring a doctor? Why don't you take a look at Nanrong Jinghua? Can't you see she's about to pass away?"
Helian Ci gave Nan Rong Jinghua a cold, sidelong glance, his eyes fixed straight at the two of them, his tone chilling and sinister.
Helian You understood immediately, beckoning for them to come over. The doctor, who had been waiting nearby, came over, filled with resentment.
Shameless! At his age, he still pretends to be sick. He's just like his uncle, they're practically indistinguishable.
Nan Rong Jinghua's eyelashes fluttered slightly, her divine face revealing increasingly pale, thin lips, as if she were in a dilemma.
"Doctor, hurry up!"
Helian Ci had no intention of giving Nanrong Jinghua any chance at all. Before Nanrong Jinghua could even refuse, he took the initiative to urge her.
This was none other than the Second Prince, a man of great military achievements and formidable reputation. The physician dared not be negligent and stepped forward with his medicine chest.
“Young Master Jinghua, look…”
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