“Your Highness can be a bit stubborn sometimes, which may have upset your wife,” Steward Chen said with an air of wisdom. He didn’t press for details about what had caused the argument, but instead sighed and tried to gain sympathy for Yun Lie. “It’s just that the commotion was so loud just now, I’m afraid the wound has been reopened.”
Luo Cuiwei also thought of this, and in her anxiety, she instructed Steward Chen, "Uncle Chen, please ask someone to send a letter back to the Luo family for me, saying that I suffered from heatstroke today while celebrating the birthday of the Xu family, and I am temporarily unable to return with His Highness to visit my father and mother."
Chief Steward Chen nodded in agreement and immediately carried out Luo Cuiwei's instructions.
****
Hearing Luo Cuiwei knocking on the door of his bedroom, Yun Lie, who was lying on the bed with his wound covered, became even more annoyed. He pulled the thin silk quilt over his head and face and decided to shut his eyes and ears.
The wound hurts. My head hurts. My heart aches even more.
Perhaps because there was no response from him, the sound outside soon fell silent.
He was annoyed when she knocked anxiously on the door; now that there was no response, his annoyance intensified.
But it wasn't for her, it was for myself.
Actually, he didn't want to lose his temper with her at all. Just now, he yelled at her like that, and he felt so sorry for her that his hands and feet went cold.
He knew he had wronged her a lot, and no matter how good he was to her, it was never enough.
But if what she wanted was to leave him and walk away, he really wasn't willing to grant her that wish in the slightest.
Three months ago, when he proposed to her at the post station, she herself said that if he let her go, he would probably never have such good luck again.
He agreed with her statement.
He would never again be so lucky, to have such a wonderful Luo Cuiwei, who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and came before him, making him miss her dearly.
When he was wounded and collapsed on the battlefield of Linchuan, his last thought was to live and to go home.
Luo Cuiwei was still waiting for him.
He had told himself that he would treat her well and therefore couldn't let her cry.
Is she no longer willing to wait?
She probably had no idea that her seemingly resolute demeanor just now had truly startled him.
He thought he was invincible and that nothing and no one in the world could make him run away.
But just now, he escaped.
It was cowardly, embarrassing, and pathetic.
But he really couldn't think of any other way at the moment, fearing that once she said those words, he would have no room to struggle or resist.
It's terrible; he's so utterly helpless in front of Luo Cuiwei.
Worse still, he was more than willing to remain vulnerable in her presence, but she might have changed her mind and no longer intended to walk the rest of her life's journey alongside him.
He really didn't want to let go of her hand.
what to do.
****
The bedroom in the center of the palace has no side or back doors, but it does have a window.
Upon hearing the sound of the window being pushed open, Yun Lie jumped up from the couch in a panic. He was annoyed that he had only bolted the door and not the window, but he quickly dodged around the screen and rushed to the window to catch the audacious woman who never followed any rules.
The window was only about half a person's height. Luo Cuiwei easily climbed up by placing a small stool on the outside. It wasn't actually that dangerous.
Yun Lie's sudden appearance startled Luo Cuiwei, causing her to go limp and fall into his arms.
Unsurprisingly, it hit that wound again.
He groaned in pain, but his grip on her arm didn't loosen in the slightest, and he steadily pulled her into his embrace.
Luo Cuiwei looked down in a panic and anxiety. The wound that was just beginning to heal had obviously reopened. New bloodstains seeped through the bandage and soaked into his dark blue clothes, forming a deep, dark mark.
"Let go, I need to..." apply the medicine for you.
"I won't let go." Yun Lie endured the pain, carried her into the inner room, and placed her on the bed.
He leaned over her, pressing his entire body against hers, binding her with his hands and feet, as if this would keep her by his side forever.
Luo Cuiwei pushed his shoulder anxiously, feeling a little breathless from the weight, "Yun Lie, get up."
"I won't get up." He pressed her down tightly, burying his face in her temples, desperately and greedily inhaling her warm fragrance.
“Your wound is bleeding again,” Luo Cuiwei said, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, her words broken and intermittent, like a fish thrown onto a table. “Get up, I’ll apply the medicine for you.”
"No medicine needed."
"What...what kind of weird problem is this?" Luo Cuiwei struggled for a moment with difficulty and in vain, and finally gave up, rolling her eyes at him, "If you keep...saying three words at a time, do you believe I'll bite you?"
Hearing her speak haltingly, Yun Lie finally couldn't bear the heartache and turned over to switch places with her.
His arms remained tightly wrapped around her waist and back, keeping her confined to his embrace, unable to go anywhere.
"Bite it." He raised his chin defiantly, revealing his throat.
Luo Cuiwei stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled helplessly, lowered her head and planted a gentle kiss on his Adam's apple, "Stop fooling around, let's apply the medicine first, okay?"
Yun Lie shuddered, and his eyes suddenly burned.
He felt a little wronged, and his eyes, which he glared at her with, were full of weak pleading, but he himself was unaware of it.