Since the people's hearts have turned to chaos, has the area around the East Gate also descended into utter chaos? Has Yan Zhen already left the city?
The raindrops suddenly became dense, and then it was like a bucket of water being poured down!
An Xin hurriedly hid in the cave. Even though her mind was in turmoil, she was at a loss. An Xin raised her hand and placed it on the stone wall. Would she just die in the cave where no one knew about her?
Once the rocks on Broken Peak Mountain crumble, even she won't escape the disaster! Oh, right, the Dust-Avoiding Pearl!
An Xin hurriedly touched her hair; her hair was disheveled, and all her hair accessories were gone!
The heavy rain pounded down, the pattering sound drowning out all other noises. The river in the distance was noticeably higher and more turbulent.
An Xin turned around, but Jing Lan behind her remained motionless. There was no use in worrying now. On the contrary, Jing Lan seemed to have encountered a major disaster! The dignified Left Prime Minister, who was not afraid of any storm, would become a huge joke if he were to drown!
An Xin struck the flint, and the dry firewood slowly ignited, brightening the dim stone cave considerably.
An Xin approached Jing Lan and saw that his eyelashes were closed and his cheeks were slightly red. The usually elegant and refined young master had suddenly become more glamorous. An Xin frowned slightly, raised her hand and placed it on his forehead, only to find that it was burning hot to the touch!
This is bad. Jing Lan was already injured, and the water caused him to suddenly develop a high fever. An Xin hurriedly took off her outer robe, intending to cover him with it, but seeing that it was dripping wet, she gave up the idea. She turned around, propped it up with firewood, and hung it in front of the fire. Then she took off Jing Lan's outer robe again. His outer robe was made of silk and was extremely luxurious. Now, the bathwater made it look even more luxurious.
An Xin also used firewood to prop up the fire and warm him up. Then she tore off a piece of his undergarment, folded it and placed it on his forehead. She also tore off the strip of cloth that she used to tie her wrists and tied it around his wrists. She also tied his calves up and tied them together. The conditions were tough, so she could only use clumsy methods to cool him down.
An Xin paused for a moment, then went to unbutton his inner garment. Her gaze was open and honest as it fell on his wound. Sure enough, the wound had become inflamed after being soaked in water.
An Xin frowned slightly, glanced at the dense rain outside the cave, and deeply felt what a torrential downpour meant! She got up and turned over Jing Lan's robes, found a small bottle, uncorked it and sniffed it. It had a faint fragrance, the same as the ointment he had given her last time.
An Xin breathed a slight sigh of relief and casually tore off a piece of her inner garment to clean his wound. At this moment, she realized that the clothes of the ancients were not meant to be worn, but to be torn. In critical moments, tearing off pieces from the left and right was quite convenient and practical.
The rain intensified, and the temperature inside the cave dropped rapidly. It was completely dark, a deep, dark night, occasionally punctuated by flashes of lightning followed by deafening claps of thunder!
At such times, the earth shakes and mountains tremble, and Anxin's heart beats a few beats faster.
"Hiss—" With a soft gasp, An Xin suddenly turned around. Jing Lan opened his eyes from his unconsciousness. An Xin looked at the once jade-like young master now wearing only a tattered undergarment. For once, she felt a sense of amusement, but she couldn't bring herself to laugh.
"Awake?" An Xin asked another pointless question. She disliked people talking nonsense, yet sometimes she herself did things that others disliked.
Jing Lan felt her body alternate between burning hot and freezing cold. When her gaze fell on An Xin, she asked after a long pause, "Where are we?"
"Cave." An Xin raised her hand and placed it on his forehead. The temperature didn't seem to be going down. If it kept burning like this, something terrible would definitely happen!
Jinglan struggled to get up, and when she saw the mess all over her body, she was stunned and looked at Anxin.
An Xin's lips twitched: "I took them off..." She paused, then added, "I tore the clothes too..."
Jinglan lowered her eyelashes, but when she looked up again, she smiled and asked, "What are you going to do?"
An Xin answered simply and clearly: "I'll save you."
Jing Lan looked away slightly, a faint blush on his cheeks. If An Xin hadn't known he had a high fever, she would have thought he was just shy. When the Left Prime Minister gets coy, he can actually be quite charming.
"There's no food or drink, but there's rainwater so we can take a cool shower." An Xin touched her robe, which was already a bit dry. Compared to his robe, hers was completely dry. An Xin casually took it off and draped it over Jing Lan's shoulders.
Jinglan shifted, whether from discomfort or simply from not being used to wearing women's robes, her expression was somewhat off.
"I'm not cold, you should put your robe on quickly so you don't catch a cold." He raised his hand to pull off his robe, but An Xin held his hand down and laughed, "Compared to you, who has already caught a cold, it seems more important than me, who hasn't. The patient should take care of the patient. I only ask that you learn to swim before you jump into the water next time!"
Jing Lan glanced at An Xin speechlessly, but did not refuse again. After a long while, she said, "Miss An, please sit down here."
An Xin never corrects or objects to how others address her. If someone calls her by her childhood name, it's to show affection. If someone calls her by her given name, it means they're just acquaintances or friends. If someone calls her whatever they want, it means they don't want to have any connection with her at all. But now that this adult has been kissed and hugged by her, calling her "Miss An" would seem a bit pretentious.
An Xin asked, "What brings you here, Young Master Jing?"
Jing Lan was suddenly taken aback. Her usual demeanor now carried a hint of naivety, clearly stunned by An Xin's abrupt words.
"What do you want?" An Xin said impatiently.
Jing Lan subconsciously said, "Why does Miss An call me Young Master Jing... It's too formal!"
An Xin said calmly, "Then why does Young Master Jing call me Miss An?"
Jing Lan gazed at An Xin, and after a long while, his former demeanor seemed to return. He smiled faintly and said, "I was just afraid of being too forward with you..."
An Xin said, "Then let's continue without being abrupt." She really didn't care.
After he finished speaking, both of them fell silent.
An Xin got up and stoked the fire a little stronger. She then touched his outer robe, which was now dry. Then she heard Jing Lan say, "Xin'er, stok the fire a little stronger..."
An Xin paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, Lan'er."
Jing Lan's lips froze.
An Xin turned around and smiled at him, "Lan'er, are you cold?"
Jing Lan: "..." He had always thought she was aloof and stunning, stingy with her smiles, but this cold person was actually being a little mischievous at this moment...
An Xin casually took off her robe and draped it over him, saying, "Are you feeling better now?"
Jinglan had no choice but to nod.
An Xin took the cloth from his forehead, wrung it out at the cave entrance, then soaked it with rainwater, brought it back, and placed it on his forehead. As she leaned down, she noticed Jing Lan staring at her intently. An Xin paused and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
Jing Lan smiled faintly: "No."
An Xin glared at him: "Then what are you looking at!"
Jinglan smiled faintly, not answering, but just gazing at her.
An Xin expressionlessly draped the robe over him, feeling annoyed. She hadn't expected to have such a motherly quality; when pushed to the limit, she was actually quite capable of keeping busy!