Your Majesty - Chapter 63
Then she blinked her eyelashes twice, and in the next instant, she picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all.
Seeing that her face was contorted in pain but she remained silent, He Qinglu felt no satisfaction at her successful revenge. Disheartened, she took out a piece of candy that she had prepared beforehand and handed it over without a word.
Pang Wan stared at the glistening white candy on her lips for a long time, then suddenly opened her mouth and bit down hard, also taking a bite out of her finger.
"Are you a dog?!" He Qinglu was furious and quickly pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.
Pang Wan didn't say anything, but just chewed the candy hard, her cheeks puffing out.
"You've got some nerve, daring to attack me again and again!" He Qinglu sneered, pinching her chin as if intending to squeeze out the life-saving candy.
A drop of scalding water landed on his finger.
He Qinglu was startled. He looked up and saw Pang Wan staring at him hatefully, her almond-shaped eyes full of mist, not blinking, and two crystal-clear rivers of tears sliding down her white jade cheeks.
She was so stubborn, like a wounded cub, her eyes bloodshot, her hair disheveled, and her tightly pursed lips trembling slightly.
The anger suddenly vanished, and a jumble of inexplicable thoughts rose in my mind.
"...I can't be bothered with you!"
Extremely annoyed, He Qinglu flung her hand away, flung off the curtain, and strode off.
He walked quickly and hurriedly, completely unaware that the medicine bowl had been knocked over by his own sleeve and shattered into several pieces.
Pang Wan watched his retreating figure disappear without looking back before raising the back of her hand to wipe away her tears.
—Don't get angry, don't get angry, you absolutely must not get angry with this person who has a severe case of prince syndrome.
She muttered to herself as she chewed the candy in her mouth and swallowed it down.
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When I opened my eyes again, it was the dead of night, and looking out through the bed curtains, I saw a huge, full moon hanging by the window, exuding a quiet yet eerie beauty.
Pang Wan stared blankly for a long while before finally realizing that something was wrong—when she first arrived, there was a new moon in the sky!
"Someone! Someone!" she cried out in panic, not knowing how many days she had been unconscious.
"They're all asleep, what are you yelling for?" A slightly hoarse scolding voice rang out, revealing a strong sense of impatience.
Pang Wan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall, dark figure sitting at a desk. The person was gazing at the bright moon outside the window, deep in thought. His long, black hair fell over his shoulders, covering most of his face, making it impossible to see his expression.
"Didn't you say you were too lazy to talk to me..." Pang Wan muttered softly.
He Qinglu raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, retorting seriously, "Didn't you also say you would never bother me again?"
Pang Wan rolled her eyes inwardly and snorted irritably, "With a room this flashy, I won't come here next time, even if you beg me."
He Qinglu remained noncommittal to her criticism, but suddenly stood up and strode toward her.
Her tall, slender figure blocked the cold, slanting sunlight of the setting sun. Seeing Mount Tai about to crush her, Pang Wan swallowed hard. "What do you want?" she bared her teeth at him, attempting to bluff.
He Qinglu stood by the bed and looked at her for a moment, a small flame burning faintly in her eyes.
"What exactly happened to the wound on your chest?"
He spoke in silence, his voice colder than moonlight, his face almost transparent.
He met a doctor when he went out in the afternoon, and on a whim asked why the patient had been unconscious for so long. The doctor replied respectfully, "The young lady's injuries were not serious, but three months ago her heart meridian was severely damaged, leaving her with no internal strength. Now, she has injured several major joints, making matters worse. As long as she gives up martial arts in the future, she will naturally recover slowly."
boom!
A thunderclap suddenly erupted in the clear sky.
—Severely damaged heart meridian? Complete loss of internal energy? Adding insult to injury? Giving up martial arts?
—So she was injured before coming here? So she confronted Mei Yaxiang with only her flesh and blood?
How could she have such audacity? Why doesn't she value her own life?
How could she? How dare she? How could she possibly do it?
He glared at her through gritted teeth, the flames in his pupils gradually burning to the edge.
"...Yes, he was harmed by a villain."
Pang Wan was startled by He Qinglu, whose body was emitting a chilling aura, and stammered for a moment.
She had never seen Young Master He like this before; his eyes were like ink-stained ice beads, exuding a chilling aura that could draw one in. Strange, wasn't this man always known for his refined and aloof demeanor?
"You lost your inner strength because of this injury?" He Qinglu frowned deeply. "What kind of injury is it? Let me see!" Before he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed her clothes, showing no sign of giving up until he saw the truth.
"What are you doing?!" Pang Wanhua's face paled as she desperately slapped He Qinglu's hand, but now she only had half her strength left, how could she possibly resist a man who hadn't even thought of avoiding her? There were two tearing sounds, and her fair chest was exposed, along with the hideous wound.
Pang Wan was in utter despair and closed his eyes, resigning himself to fate.
A blinding crimson light flashed before his eyes, and He Qinglu's slender hands began to tremble. He paused, then pulled the blanket back over himself.
"sorry."
After a long while, he sat on the edge of the bed and spoke, his voice as soft as a feather.
Pang Wan took it as an apology for his recklessness and waved his hand weakly: "Forget it, I've seen it, I won't ask you to take responsibility. I know my own limitations. I'm a paralyzed cripple, how could I possibly be worthy of your attention?"
Looking at her pale and helpless face, He Qinglu felt a surge of turmoil in his heart.
—She didn't have to end up like this if I hadn't given that order.