Su Fuliu looked at Feng Muting, who had returned to his previous gentle self, as if he were a completely different person who had been violent those past few days.
He pouted, not daring to speak, and just looked at Feng Muting timidly.
"Ah Liu?" Upon seeing this, Feng Muting reached out to touch Su Fuliu's forehead.
Su Fuliu shrank back in fright, her big, watery eyes immediately filling with tears.
He gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, looking timid.
Feng Muting sighed softly, "I'm sorry, I know I've scared you these past few days, but do you know how much it hurts me? If you were in my shoes, wouldn't you break down?"
With tears streaming down her face, Su Fuliu said in a hoarse voice, "Tinglang, I really know I was wrong. I will never run away again. Just take me back and tie me to your side. I won't go anywhere else. I'll stay by your side."
Feng Muting leaned over and pulled him into his arms: "I'm going to take you back and keep you by my side, so I can feel at ease."
"Tinglang, don't be angry anymore, okay..." Su Fuliu gently pinched Feng Muting's collar and said pitifully.
"You..." Feng Muting raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Su Fuliu's face. He had been crying every day for the past few days, and it was like a flood. "If you dare to run away again, believe me, I'll really break your legs!"
Feng Muting felt heartbroken seeing him crying, but still gave him a rude "threat".
Su Fuliu trembled involuntarily, her hand gripping Feng Muting's clothes even tighter: "I...I dare not do it again."
Feng Muting kissed him on the forehead: "Okay, stop crying. You've had a fever for three days, but it's finally gone down. Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Hmm..." Su Fuliu responded weakly.
Feng Muting was taken aback, his heart clenching: "Is there anything else that's bothering you? I'll go and call Doctor Lu over."
The moment he moved, Su Fuliu stopped him, her tear-reddened face instantly burning hot: "No... there's no need to call Doctor Lu over."
"But you're not feeling well."
Su Fuliu lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Feng Muting, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I mean, my throat hurts, my back hurts, my knees hurt... my whole body hurts..."
Feng Muting was taken aback again. So this was what Su Fuliu meant by feeling unwell: "Then, let Bai Yulang come over and give you acupuncture to at least relieve your back pain."
Su Fuliu shook her head: "No, I've been bullied by Tinglang to the point that there's not a single good spot left on my body. I can't let Yulang see it."
"Can……"
"No means no," Su Fuliu said, looking like she was about to cry again.
"Alright, alright, I won't let him come, I won't let him come. Then I'll rub it for you." With that, Feng Muting lifted the blanket and sat down.
He had just reached out, but before he could even touch Su Fuliu, he saw Su Fuliu tremble and instinctively shrink back.
It's clear that he really scared Su Fuliu these past few days, to the point that Su Fuliu's body instinctively reacted by trying to avoid him.
"Don't be afraid, A-Liu. As long as you don't do this again, I won't do it again either," Feng Muting coaxed softly.
Chapter 484 Tokens of Love
"I wouldn't dare again." Su Fuliu certainly wouldn't dare.
Feng Muting sighed helplessly and then gently began to massage him.
"Tinglang..." Su Fuliu called out weakly, as if she had thought of something.
"Hmm?" Feng Muting looked at him while rubbing his hands.
"Um...that...the jade bell on my ankle, could you please remove it...?"
Before Su Fuliu could finish speaking, Feng Muting interrupted, "No, you have to wear this for the rest of your life."
“But, but it rings…” Su Fuliu’s face flushed instantly as she thought about the sound of the jade bell she had been listening to for the past few days.
"Do you think I put it on you to make you feel ashamed?" Feng Muting asked.
Su Fuliu pursed his lips and did not answer, but he felt that under those circumstances, Feng Muting putting this on him was somewhat intentional.
“Silence means consent.” With that, Feng Muting reached out and gently grasped Su Fuliu’s right ankle, and the jade bell rang softly and melodiously once again.
Upon hearing the sound, Su Fuliu immediately felt embarrassed. He tried to pull his foot back, but Feng Muting held it firmly: "Tinglang..."
"Is this jade bell pretty?"
"Beautiful..." When Su Fuliu first saw this jade bell, he genuinely thought it was exquisite and beautiful, but...
"I bought this on my way to Guichen," Feng Muting said gently, stroking the jade bell on Su Fuliu's ankle.
Su Fuliu was slightly taken aback. On the way to Guichen? At that time, Feng Muting didn't know that he had lied to him, so... this jade bell wasn't bought by Feng Muting to embarrass him and teach him a lesson?
Then, Feng Muting said, "When you mentioned that the fake Mo Chilu had some kind of token of love that I gave you, besides sadness and anger, there was also a hint of envy and expectation in your eyes. At that time, I knew that you also wanted a token of love that belonged to us."
“Tinglang…” Although Su Fuliu knew that the token of love that Mo Chilu mentioned was fake, he still wanted a real token of love that belonged to him and Feng Muting.
However, he was too embarrassed to speak up.
Unexpectedly, Feng Muting had already seen through his thoughts and kept this matter in mind.
For a moment, the fog blurred my vision again.
“Wearing a jade bell on the right ankle symbolizes a longing for love, and I am your love.” Feng Muting said, then looked at Su Fuliu and saw that he was crying again, so he quickly put his ankle down, and the jade bell jingled softly.
"Why are you crying again?" Feng Muting leaned over and wiped away Su Fuliu's tears.
Su Fuliu didn't say anything, she just buried herself in Feng Muting's arms and cried. He didn't know what to say, he just wanted to cry.
"Don't cry, A-Liu. You've been crying too much these past few days. Be careful your eyes hurt too." Feng Muting gently patted his back.
"I will never take it off in my life. I will wear it for the rest of my life." Su Fuliu cried for a while before he spoke. He would never take off this string of jade bells in his life. It was the token of love between him and Feng Muting.
Feng Muting chuckled softly: "Yes, every sound it makes is me telling you—I love you."
“Every sound it makes is saying I love you…” Su Fuliu murmured, “Then this sound must be the most beautiful sound in the world.”
They had been lingering here for quite some time. After all, it was on the border of the Xiao Kingdom. Although it was far from the capital of the Xiao Kingdom, it was still not safe, so they had to leave.
However, Su Fuliu was still unable to get out of bed, so Feng Muting had to carry him to the prepared carriage.
Bai Yulang, standing to the side, glared at Feng Muting with dissatisfaction and muttered, "Look at the mess my brother's made of; he can't even walk properly now."
Lu Chimo laughed and said, "Alright, what are you angry about? Can't you see how happy Young Master Su looks?"
"Hmph, my silly brother, being bullied like this, still looks so happy, there's just no way to deal with him." Bai Yulang genuinely felt sorry for him.
Although he had given Su Fuliu this bad idea before, he didn't expect Feng Muting to be so troublesome.
They actually kept his brother inside his room for five days, and he was sick for three days. Now he can't even walk normally.
Looking at Bai Yulang's disgusted expression towards Feng Muting, Lu Chimo was both amused and exasperated, but secretly he was very fond of him. Yulang was just so adorable.
Chapter 485 His Highness the Crown Prince
"Alright, Yulang, let's mount our horses too." With that, Lu Chimo helped Bai Yulang onto the horse, and then he mounted himself.
The shopkeeper walked to the door and stared blankly in the direction they had left.
The waiter came over and asked, "Shopkeeper, what are you looking at?"
"I...I think I saw His Highness the Crown Prince." The shopkeeper felt that Su Fuliu looked very familiar.
Upon hearing this, the waiter laughed: "Shopkeeper, what are you talking about? The emperor doesn't even have a harem, so where would a crown prince come from?"
The shopkeeper gave him a reproachful look: "I was referring to His Highness the Crown Prince."
The waiter was taken aback, then realized what he meant: "But, that Crown Prince has long ago..."
The shopkeeper sighed, "Well, perhaps that young master bears some resemblance to His Highness the Crown Prince."
As he spoke, he turned and walked inside, muttering to himself, "What a fine Crown Prince! How could he have died so young? If the current emperor were the Crown Prince, how happy the entire Xiao Kingdom would be! Heaven is jealous of talent, heaven is jealous of talent..."
"The heavens are jealous of talent?" Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice rang out.
The shopkeeper was slightly taken aback, then turned around and saw a tall, slender man wearing a dark-patterned purple brocade robe walk in from outside the door, his naturally curly black hair particularly eye-catching.
The man had a cold and sinister demeanor; although he wore a smile, he always gave off a chill.
He looked at the shopkeeper with a seemingly kind expression and said, "It seems you miss His Highness the Crown Prince from back then."
The shopkeeper dared not answer, after all, the words "Your Highness the Crown Prince" were taboo in the Xiao Kingdom. He had only sighed softly because he saw that Su Fuliu looked a lot like the Crown Prince back then.
Now that strangers have overheard him, he is actually very flustered. If these words reach the ears of the current emperor, then it's all over.
But then I thought, this is the border, the place furthest from the capital, there's no way it could have reached the emperor's ears.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Weren't you muttering away just now? I was just curious whether His Highness the Crown Prince was really that good, that he's been dead for so many years and you all still remember him."
The man always had a smile on his lips, but that smile didn't reach his eyes; he seemed approachable, but in reality, he was icy cold.
"I...I didn't say anything, young master misunderstood." The shopkeeper still dared not admit it, even though the emperor was far away.
After laughing a few times, the man looked at the waiter beside him and said, "If your manager won't tell me, then you can. It's alright, don't be afraid. I'm not going to eat you. I just want to know what else comes before 'Heaven is jealous of talent'."
The waiter, seeing the man smiling and seemingly not intending to do anything, whispered, "Then I told you not to go around making a fuss outside. The shopkeeper was saying how could such a good prince die so young? He said if the prince could have become emperor, all the people would have been overjoyed, but it turns out that heaven is jealous of talent..."
The shopkeeper stood to the side, shaking his head at the waiter: "You..."
The man laughed after hearing this: "So that's how it is. What's so hard to say? Everyone knows how good His Highness the Crown Prince is. But it's best not to say things like that casually. Just that statement about His Highness becoming emperor is enough to cost you your head."
The waiter immediately covered his mouth upon hearing this.
The shopkeeper quickly replied, "Yes, I know that's why I didn't want to tell you, young master. I hope you won't spread this around."
"Don't worry, I'm not a gossip. By the way, I wanted to ask you something. Has someone who looks just like His Highness the Crown Prince recently come to your inn?" the man asked.
Chapter 486 You, Bai Yulang, can't you be a little more reserved?
The shopkeeper was taken aback and couldn't help but take a closer look at the man in front of him. This question was quite problematic.
The reason he was so impressed was because he saw that Su Fuliu looked so much like His Highness the Crown Prince.
However, only he noticed this; no one else paid any attention to it.
Although the Crown Prince's reputation is known throughout the Xiao Kingdom, few people have seen him at this border, so it's normal that no one thinks he looks similar.
He still remembered the Crown Prince because he had been to the capital city years ago and had the honor of seeing him once. The Crown Prince was so handsome that he remembered him to this day.
But why would this man ask such a question?
It's really puzzling.