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Capítulo 39

Situ Xingyun raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

“In Xingyun’s dream, Fengxue knew that if Xingyun woke up the next day, he would definitely go to the morning court without regard for his wounds, so she put in more sleeping potion to let Xingyun rest.” Fengxue blinked. “Xingyun, the Fengxue in your dream was concerned about you!”

"Hehe, the Feng Xue in my dream wasn't as smart as Xue'er now. She didn't even know how to use the right dosage of sleeping potion."

Feng Xue smiled, "How could the princess know so much? Feng Xue in Xing Yun's dream didn't know how much she would use to pour all the sleeping potion in!" She only put in so much because she knew he had a strong resistance to poison.

"I see." Situ Xingyun feigned sudden realization. "Luckily, I'm alive. But—" he narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Does Xue'er know that I haven't attended the morning court for two days?"

"Xingyun has actually benefited from this misfortune. When the Emperor learned that Xingyun was injured because of Xue'er, he specially granted Xingyun permission to skip the morning court for half a month."

"Oh?!" Situ Xingyun suddenly laughed. "So, I should thank Xue'er properly then?"

"Mmm." Feng Xue nodded vigorously, but because she was too close to Situ Xingyun, she bumped into his chin.

Their skin touched, and it felt as if an electric current flowed between them. They were both startled, and a tingling sensation spread throughout their bodies. They stared at each other intently.

The air became ambiguous.

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Volume One: Among the common people, there is a woman named Qingyun, Prince and Princess 2

The two were less than half a foot apart, and Situ Xingyun's breathing became rapid.

Suddenly, through Situ Xingyun's pupils, Feng Xue realized that she was no longer wearing a veil, and the deep, centipede-like scars were etched on her face. The tingling sensation in her body was replaced by surprise. Feng Xue calmly pushed Situ Xingyun away and sat up in bed.

"Xingyun, where's the veil?"

"Xue'er doesn't need to wear a veil anymore. That's fine." Slightly annoyed by her pushing him away, Situ Xingyun's eyes were dark and deep, and he lifted her chin with a teasing look, his hot breath spraying on her face again.

Feng Xue frowned slightly, turned her head away, and then said, "Xing Yun seems to enjoy joking around today."

"I'm not joking." Situ Xingyun's expression suddenly turned serious, his deep eyes locking onto her. "Does Xue'er intend to wear a veil for the rest of her life?"

Feng Xue touched the scar on her face and said softly, "What woman in the world likes to use a veil to cover her ugliness? But if I don't wear a veil, how can Xingyun expect me to bear the gaze of the world?" She raised her voice and moved his hand away.

"Why endure it?" Situ Xingyun raised an eyebrow, leaning forward and gently stroking each scar on her face as if they were the most precious treasures in the world. "Who in this world dares to mock my Xue'er?"

His brows exuded an innate, arrogant, and domineering aura, and his deep, dark eyes shone with a light that belonged to a king. Even Feng Xue was overshadowed by this radiance.

Feng Xue was taken aback.

After a long while, she came to her senses and said, "Wasn't Xingyun laughing at us at first too?"

Situ Xingyun looked somewhat disheveled. He composed himself and said, "That was before. From now on, I will cherish my Xue'er." His long, calloused hands gently stroked every scar on her face.

His hand seemed to be electrified; wherever he touched, a tingling sensation made Feng Xue tremble slightly.

"Xue'er, I will cherish you. I will cherish every single one of your scars..."

The shadow gradually covered her face. Feng Xue's eyebrows trembled slightly. Just as she was about to refuse, the silhouette of the nameless young master from her childhood suddenly overlapped with the approaching Situ Xingyun. She closed her eyes. His lips slowly descended, and his kiss, as light as a butterfly's flight, gently landed on every scar on her face, just as he had said, he cherished her scars.

Opening her eyes, Feng Xue met a pair of tender gazes. Something seemed to burst forth in her heart, and an unprecedented sweetness welled up within her. She murmured, "Xingyun..."

"Xue'er..."

His gentle murmurs, his tender, watery eyes, and his past acts of selfless protection captivated Feng Xue. Whether his words were true or false, whether he was sincere or not, whether he harbored any ulterior motives, she didn't want to think about it anymore.

At this moment, all she wanted to do was succumb.

Their eyes met, and their lips gradually drew closer.

"Princess..." Just then, Qingyi suddenly rushed in, and was stunned by the scene before her. She had just pushed Hongmian aside to get in. She was worried that the princess would be... But now it seemed that her worries were unnecessary.

Feng Xue's face was flushed with a light blush. Situ Xingyun looked displeased and was about to say something when Feng Xue stopped him. "Qingyi, this is not Xuelou. Remember that in the future. You may leave."

"……yes."

"Xingyun, Qingyi is spoiled by me. Don't take it to heart." Fengxue smiled and got off the bed. "Xingyun, with a veil, the scars won't be visible..." She looked at the woman in the bronze mirror and laughed, "With a veil, even those who don't know me will think I'm a beauty!"

Although he spoke with a smile, his words were filled with such desolation. Situ Xingyun felt a slight pang in his heart.

Feng Xue turned her head and looked at Situ Xingyun with a deep gaze, "Xingyun, without the veil, how do you expect me to survive in this palace full of beauties?"

Situ Xingyun's heart tightened. He strode to her side and embraced her tightly. He whispered, "I will find a way to take care of the beauties in the manor. Xue'er, don't worry."

Feng Xue pushed him away, pulled off her veil, pointed to the scar on her face, looked straight at him, and said, word by word, "Xing Yun loves beautiful women, can you tolerate that?"

Situ Xingyun said firmly, "In Xingyun's heart, Xue'er is a beauty." He gently embraced her and said softly, "Xue'er, I will find the best doctor to treat the scars on your face."

They embraced quietly, the warm sunlight bathing them in a scene of perfect beauty. History was frozen in this moment, and many years later, when Situ Xingyun recalled this scene, a smile would involuntarily creep onto his lips.

"Xue'er, since His Majesty has granted me half a month's leave, let's go out after lunch!" Situ Xingyun put his arm around her. "Let's go out like this, and I'll let everyone know that my Xue'er is not someone to be ashamed of."

Seeing his insistence, Fengxue had no choice but to agree: "Then... please wait a moment, Xingyun, while I call Qingyi in to do my hair and makeup."

“No need.” Situ Xingyun smiled. “Qingyi is in the way. Let me do Xue’er’s makeup.”