Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Chu Chengye was becoming impatient. He thought now was the best time to kill Chu Yihan!
âDonât rush. Su Yingxue doesnât stand a chance, and she wonât even imagine dying at the hands of her beloved!â Su Jinxuan whispered sinisterly, like a demon from hell.
He stealthily approached and launched three hidden weapons at Chu Yihan from behind Su Yingxue.
Chu Yihan swung his sword and knocked them down, but his gaze turned fierce. âYou lied to me!â
âI didnât! Your Highness, I wonât harm you! I promised to cure your bloodthirst!â
Su Yingxue shook her head. She hadnât cured Chu Yihan yet, the silver needle in her sleeve remained unused.
âItâs you!â
Behind Su Yingxue, Zi Wei swiftly intervened and tangled up Su Jinxuan. He would never allow Su Yingxue to be harmed!
Seeing Su Jinxuanâs success, Chu Chengye noticed Chu Yihan becoming wary of Su Yingxue and grinned maliciously. âWell done! Chu Yihan, go ahead! Kill the woman you love with your own hands. Then Iâll capture you and let Father execute you to vent his anger!â
No longer in a hurry, he waited for Chu Yihan to kill Su Yingxue.
However, when Chu Yihan moved towards Su Yingxue, she discarded the red jade soft whip and rushed to embrace him.
âYouâ¦â At the last moment, Chu Yihan angled his sword, allowing Su Yingxue to hug him.
Su Yingxueâs soft voice came from his embrace. âYour Highness, see? I wonât hurt you, will I?â
Yes! Chu Yihan didnât feel pain, but his heart raced!
âThump, thumpâ¦â His chest felt like it would burst!
âAlt!â He roared in agony.
He was in pain.
His body felt like it was about to burst open.
âYour Highness, calm down, donât get agitated!â Seizing the opportunity, Su Yingxue fed him medicine and gently patted his chest.
Soon, his chest heaving subsided.
Tears of relief filled Su Yingxueâs eyes. âYour Highness, itâs alright nowâ¦â
He wouldnât kill anymore.
Chu Yihan felt extremely uncomfortable, with his meridians throbbing all over his body. Every blood vessel felt like it was about to burst. However, the person holding him was like a soothing rain, gradually dissipating the sudden heat from his body.
âYour Highness, donât speak. My kiss will soothe you.â Su Yingxue sensed his expanding meridians and acted quickly to prevent them from bursting. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Chu Yihan winced in pain, his brows furrowing. Su Yingxue cradled his face, not minding the blood on his face. Her soft lips gently brushed over his eyebrows, and nose bridge, and finally landed on his thin lips.
Finally, she fed him the spring water extracted from Medicine King Valley.
âColdâ¦â A sudden chill coursed through him.
Su Yingxue hugged him. âCalm down, Your Highness. Once the medicine takes effect, you wonât feel pain anymoreâ¦â
As Chu Yihan relaxed, Su Yingxue inserted a silver needle into his neck.
âEh!â After a slight sting, Chu Yihanâs body temperature gradually dropped. He felt drowsy and heavy.
Struggling to keep his eyes open, he hoarsely whispered, âYingxueâ¦â
His illness had flared up again.
Su Yingxue was still in his arms. Had he hurt her?
âYour Highness, itâs alright now. Rest well,â Su Yingxue murmured.
Su Yingxueâs delicate and boneless hand gently patted Chu Yihanâs back, tenderly comforting him.