In that mont, Dong Huiying was unsure of what to do. But watching the tall man collapse, she felt very sad. She sat up from the bed and reached out her hands to wrap around his neck. Burying her face into his shoulder, she just held him quietly for quite a while...
The man seed comforted, sniffed and gently hugged her back, softly stroking her back.
"I will get better," she said softly into his ear. If it were before, she wouldn’t have much confidence, living each day as it ca. But now, after eting Ji Jiuhuang, Jiuhuang’s blood was very special, and she already saw a little hope. As long as she could unravel the special effects brought by the so-called Phoenix Blood, she could cure herself of the frailty caused by the Resurgence.
The man held her, but remained silent. The days he could have her all to himself were really too few. There was only one wife and six brothers at ho, not enough to share. However, even if he could stay by her side just a little longer, it was happiness. At such a ti, he shouldn’t dwell on unhappy things; he should seize every mont and cherish each mont they have together.
The man thought things through clearly. His mind was simple, without complicated sches and cunning. Gently pressing his wife back onto the bed and covering her with the blanket, he softly said, "Get so rest."
"Hmm."
The room was quiet, but she couldn’t sleep.
After a while.
"Haoming?"
"Hmm."
"Are you sleepy?"
"Not sleepy."
She blinked, "Co up."
She patted the spot next to her.
The man froze for a mont, then climbed up gently, lifted the blanket, slipped inside, and enveloped her in his arms.
She felt at ease.
Looking up, her fingertips touched the stubble on his chin. He swallowed once but didn’t stop her, letting her do as she pleased.
A smile spread across her lips.
She missed him, missed them. This longing, when they couldn’t et, could only be hidden in her heart, repressed and endured. But after eting, she felt like crying. Perhaps this longing had accumulated in her heart for too long, suddenly bursting out, making her emotions a bit out of control.
Her eyes turned red as she snuggled deeper into his arms, pressing her forehead against his chest. The warmth in his arms was the temperature she liked.
The Eighth Princess’s spies on Dong Huiying’s side were dealt with by her people. That night, when the Eighth Princess learned that her n had died in the suburbs, she imdiately beca suspicious. "These n were originally stationed outside the Prince ng’s Mansion, so why did they suddenly die?"
The Eighth Princess furrowed her brows tightly. She beca more vigilant, more closely monitoring, and dispatched more manpower, causing quite a bit of trouble for Prince ng.
Prince ng mused that Dong Baowei and his n really held grudges. Because of things with his ninth sister, his perception of those people had soured, and they blatantly killed Lao Ba’s spies, making Lao Ba suspicious of him instead.
Prince ng couldn’t help but shake his head. She knew that those spies could have been dealt with in a more roundabout and covert way, but the other party chose the simplest and most brutal way of killing. This was intentional, deliberately trying to ss with her.
"Sigh..." Prince ng sighed and then handed a small bottle to a close servant: "Take this outside the city."
"Yes!"
The next day.
On the small table by Dong Huiying’s bedside, there was a small white porcelain bottle. Pulling out the stopper, it contained blood of a crimson color, the blood of Ji Jiuhuang.
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