Когда мы вернёмся - Глава 35
Situ Xingyun frowned and immediately drew his sword to protect Feng Xue.
The bright red color awakened Feng Xue, and she gradually emerged from her past shadows. At that moment, several men in black suddenly appeared around her.
They were all dressed in black, their faces covered with black cloths, and they carried sharp swords.
"Xue'er, don't worry." Situ Xingyun gently comforted her while sharply eyeing the assassin and exchanging blows with him. He carefully protected Feng Xue.
Feng Xue bit her lower lip hard, her eyes filled with shock.
He risked his life to protect her!
Moved, shocked, incredulous... a mix of emotions welled up inside me.
"Your Highness..." At this moment, the Prince's reinforcements arrived, and the assassins fled upon seeing this.
“Xingyun…” Fengxue opened her eyes wide and murmured his name.
Suddenly, a surge of energy rushed upwards from his dantian, and an intense, agonizing pain shot through his heart. He endured the pain, forcing a smile, his face deathly pale, as white as paper. "Xue'er... she's... alright..."
Feng Xue glanced at his wounds and his pale face, and her eyes flashed.
That sword is poisoned!
Seeing the smile that Feng Xue managed to force through her pain, she admitted that she was moved and... her heart fluttered.
************************************************* That concludes today's update. Feng Xue's romantic storyline is slowly getting back on track!
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Volume One: Among the common people, there is a woman named Qingyun and an unnamed young master.
Prince's Mansion.
News of Situ Xingyun's injury spread quickly, and a large group of concubines immediately crowded outside his room. Only the guards held them back, otherwise they would have already swarmed in.
"Let me in right now! Otherwise, given how much the prince dotes on me, I'll have him demote you once he wakes up!"
"I need to go in and take care of the prince!"
"I want to go in!"
"I want to go in too!"
Outside, there was a great commotion, and inside the room, Feng Xue frowned.
"Steward, it's too noisy. It will disturb the doctor's treatment of Xingyun."
The steward immediately understood, opened the door and went out. After scanning the room, he said, "The Princess Consort has ordered that the Prince must remain in seclusion and not be disturbed. Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to family rules."
"Why?" one of the concubines asked, dissatisfied. Immediately afterward, another interjected, "On what grounds?"
At this moment, a mellow, steady, and dignified voice rang out, "Because I am the Princess Consort of Pingyan, and because I am the Princess of Fengxi."
Everyone was taken aback as a woman in elaborate attire emerged from the room. The scars on her face were shocking, and her dignified eyes commanded respect.
"Your Highness," the head steward greeted respectfully, bowing slightly.
"What? Do you have a problem with what I said?" Feng Xue raised an eyebrow, coldly looking at the women with dissatisfied expressions.
"...No." Remembering the fates of Ruyue, Yueru, and Madam Hong, they left sheepishly despite their dissatisfaction.
"Your Highness, although the sword is poisoned, the Prince's poisoning is not severe. He only needs some treatment and a few more days of rest to recover," the doctor said to Feng Xue after diagnosing Situ Xingyun.
"Chief Steward, take the physician down to collect the reward! Everyone else, go down too! I'm enough here."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After everyone had left, only Situ Xingyun and Feng Xue remained in the room.
Situ Xingyun lay on the bed with his eyes closed, while Feng Xue sat beside him, looking at him with a complicated expression.
"Xingyun...why?"
Looking at his pale face, the words he had spoken in the carriage flashed through my mind—"Even I don't know if I'm acting... I can't even tell if it's real... or fake..."
Did his words tell her that he liked her?
Suddenly, Situ Xingyun opened his eyes. His lips were pale, but he smiled and said, "It is my duty to protect my queen."
“You…” Feng Xue was taken aback.
"Having been on the battlefield for many years, what kind of wounds haven't I suffered, what kind of poison haven't I been poisoned by? What are these little injuries?"
Feng Xue looked at him silently. Her mind was a complete mess. When it came to emotional issues, she couldn't think straight.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on the bandaged wound on her arm, and Feng Xue felt a pang of guilt. If she…
"Xue'er, don't feel guilty." His lips were bloodless, but in Feng Xue's eyes, they had a bewitching quality.
Feng Xue leaned forward slightly, her hand involuntarily reaching out to touch his lips, but suddenly she stopped abruptly.
A face covered in scars was clearly reflected in Situ Xingyun's eyes.
She was startled, only then remembering that the assassin had removed her veil. Just as she was about to step back, Situ Xingyun suddenly grabbed her hand, tightly, as if trying to embed her hand into his bones.
With a slight pull, Feng Xue was drawn into Situ Xingyun's arms.