Chapter 24 She Loves Me So Much
Song Qingyuan's heart was beating wildly in his chest, but his face was filled with confusion and fear.
Her frail body trembled like a leaf in the wind, her lips moved but no sound came out.
In those clear almond-shaped eyes, Shen Yanzhi's face as cold as an iceberg and his deep black eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts were clearly reflected.
"I...I am..."
She finally found her voice, but it was broken and disjointed, with a strong tone of crying.
"Your Highness...I don't know...I don't know anything..."
"I just wanted to make a bowl of soup for you, Your Highness... Please understand, Your Highness, I have absolutely no intention of harming anyone!"
As she spoke, her legs went limp and she was about to kneel down.
However, before her knees touched the ground, a pair of large, iron-like hands firmly grasped her arms and lifted her up.
Shen Yanzhi’s strength was so great that it almost crushed her bones.
Song Qingyuan gasped in pain, and finally couldn't hold back his tears any longer, and they rolled down in big drops.
He stared at her intently, not missing any subtle expression on her face.
He saw her fear, her helplessness, and her confusion, but he did not see the slightest calculation or guilt.
Those eyes, red and swollen from crying, were as clean as a spring washed by rain, so pure that it made his heart tighten and ache.
Yes, why would he doubt her?
This woman loves him deeply and is humble to the dust. She can be happy for a long time because of a word from him, and can be heartbroken because of a cold look from him.
She didn't even dare to speak loudly, so how could she have such scheming and means to plot against a noble concubine, and even... to cure the strange poison that even the Imperial Hospital was helpless to treat?
Yes, that poison...
Shen Yanzhi's mind flashed through Wen Yue's charming face and his own ridiculous words and deeds in the past, and a strong sense of nausea and fear surged in his heart.
He was deceived and played around by a woman like a fool, unable to tell right from wrong.
The strength in his arms suddenly loosened.
Before Song Qingyuan could react, he felt his body lighten and was lifted up horizontally by a powerful force.
"ah!"
She let out a short cry of surprise, and subconsciously stretched out her arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck.
The familiar scent of ambergris mixed with a faint medicinal aroma entered her nostrils, and the warm body temperature from the broad and solid chest made her lose consciousness for a moment.
"Your Majesty?"
She raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes.
Shen Yanzhi lowered his head and met her eyes filled with panic and confusion. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain made him almost unable to breathe.
He had never realized so clearly what a mess he had done.
"Qingyuan."
His voice was no longer as cold as judgment, but hoarse and difficult as never before.
"sorry."
He held her in his arms, stretched out his long legs, walked straight across the pile of broken porcelain, and headed towards Qingxin Garden.
"It's this king... bastard."
Song Qingyuan froze and looked at him in disbelief.
His jawline was tense, and his profile was dim in the light and shadow of the lanterns in the corridor, but in those deep eyes...
The surging emotions are no longer disgust and impatience, but... deep regret and heartache?
"Your Majesty...you...what happened to you?"
Song Qingyuan's voice was timid and tentative, as if he was afraid that everything before him was just a dream.
"Don't be afraid." Shen Yanzhi tightened his arms and embedded her soft body tighter in his arms, as if he wanted to knead her into his bones and blood.
His voice was low and solemn, and every word was like a brand.
"From now on, I will never let you suffer any injustice again."
This promise exploded in Song Qingyuan's mind like a thunderclap.
She was held stiffly in his arms, even forgetting to struggle, and let him walk through the corridor and towards her deserted Qingxin Garden.
The light and shadow of the lantern flickered on his angular profile, clearly illuminating the deep pain in his eyes.
Song Qingyuan's heart was in a mess.
The system had long been silent in her mind. Without the golden finger's prompt, she could only rely on herself to face this man who had just escaped from the abyss and whose mind was difficult to understand.
Did he really...believe her?
Or is this just another way of testing him?
The gate of Furong Garden is right in front of you.
When the maid Luzhu who was guarding the door saw this scene, she was so shocked that the lantern in her hand almost dropped to the ground, and she was completely stunned.
The prince... actually came back with his wife in his arms?
Moreover, it is done with such a cherishing attitude.
Without looking around, Shen Yanzhi carried Song Qingyuan across the courtyard and kicked open the door of the main house.
He placed her gently on the edge of the bed, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.
As soon as Song Qingyuan touched the edge of the bed, he subconsciously shrank back, keeping a distance from him.
This subtle movement made Shen Yanzhi's eyes dim instantly.
He saw the purple marks on her arm that he had pinched, and they were so glaring that it made him breathless.
"Does it hurt?" he asked in a hoarse voice, stretched out his hand, but stopped in mid-air, not daring to touch her again.
Song Qingyuan shook his head, still with his eyes downcast, not daring to look at him.
Her cowardly and distant appearance could cut his heart harder than any sharp blade.
Shen Yanzhi slowly stood up, the regret surging in his chest almost drowning him.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had regained some of his usual calmness and dignity.
"Mo Feng." He called out in a deep voice towards the door.
A dark figure appeared at the door like a ghost and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty."
"Seal off the palace and thoroughly investigate Wen Yue and all the servants around him. Don't let any of them go."
"Call all the doctors on duty at the Imperial Hospital to the Nuanxiang Pavilion. I want to know what the hell that thing is!"
"Yes!" Mo Feng took the order, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the night.
The swift and decisive order demonstrated that the decisive and ruthless God of War Prince had truly returned.
The room fell into dead silence again.
Song Qingyuan's heart beat faster. She knew that although he had let her go temporarily, the doubts had not been dispelled.
He simply directed his attack on more obvious targets first.
After Shen Yanzhi dealt with all this, he slowly turned around and set his eyes on her again.
That gaze was as deep as the sea, without the previous judgment and persecution, but with an inescapable inquiry.
He walked back to her step by step and squatted down so that he could look at her at eye level.
"Qingyuan," he called her name again, his voice very soft and coaxing, "Who taught you to make this bowl of soup today?"
Song Qingyuan's heart was in his throat. This question was even more fatal than the previous trial.
Her mind raced, searching for a foolproof answer.
She couldn't tell the truth, let alone make up a lie that wouldn't stand up to scrutiny.
Facing his inquiring gaze, Song Qingyuan's long eyelashes trembled like the wings of a frightened butterfly.
She lowered her eyes, her voice as thin as a mosquito, with a hint of confusion and fear: "I... I don't know the miraculous effects of this soup. It's just... it's just a calming soup that my grandmother used to make when I was a child."
She twisted the corner of her clothes and looked up at him cautiously.
Her eyes sparkled, "Some time ago, I noticed that Your Highness always had a tired look between his brows, and he seemed to sleep restlessly at night... So I thought, perhaps this soup from my hometown can help Your Highness feel a little better.
The ingredients used in it are all ordinary, I... I really didn't know it would..."
Her words were intermittent, but she portrayed the image of an ignorant woman who only cared about her husband and knew nothing about conspiracies and intrigues.
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