The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day Chapter 1049 - 640: Lingering Attachment (Third Update)

Inside the carriage.

An Ning was in a daze.

She felt as if she was in a sowhat familiar embrace.

She shifted her body.

Feeling that her sleep was slightly uncomfortable.

Yet she did not strongly resist.

Xiao Jinxing felt An Ning’s movent, and his body stiffened.

He wondered if, when An Ning awoke and found herself in his arms, she would show disgust.

The space was silent.

Sowhat tense.

The mont Xiao Jinxing anticipated An Ning would wake up, he seed to hear her steady breathing.

She still leaned against his chest, rely changing her position slightly before falling back asleep.

Was she truly that drunk?!

To feel so at ease and docile in his arms.

The carriage arrived at the Imperial Palace.

They reached Fengqi Palace.

Palace attendants were already waiting at the entrance.

When everyone saw the emperor carrying the empress back, they imdiately bowed and paid respects.

"Rise," Xiao Jinxing’s voice was deep, with an unyielding aura, "Do not wake the empress."

The palace attendants didn’t dare make a sound, not even a breath.

Xiao Jinxing carried An Ning into the inner chamber and laid her on her bed.

As he placed her down, the fleeting sense of loss in his heart made him, for a mont, want to recklessly pull her back into his arms, but just as his fingers trembled, he repressed all his desires.

He had no right to be this close; every mont now was borrowed ti.

He quietly commanded, "The empress has drunk; take good care of her."

"As you command," the palace attendants responded respectfully.

They assud the emperor would leave now.

After all, the empress was drunk, unable to awaken, and thus couldn’t accompany the emperor.

But, as they waited for a long while, the emperor showed no intention of leaving.

He stood not too far, not too near the empress’s bed, continuously gazing at her.

Watching her rosy cheeks and the restless look as she slept, looking deeply at her.

The palace attendants dared not ask much.

They just braced themselves and, under the emperor’s gaze, started removing the empress’s uncomfortable outer garnts, gently taking down her hair accessories, and then wiping her body, trying to make her sleep more comfortably.

Just as they finished everything, as they carefully tucked the empress into the quilt, the empress suddenly opened her eyes.

"Empress..."

"Ugh." An Ning dry-heaved.

The palace attendants knew the empress was about to vomit and quickly fetched a basin.

As soon as it was brought over, An Ning retched profusely.

She vomited a lot.

As if she wanted to throw up bile.

"Empress, are you feeling better?" The palace attendants asked nervously.

After vomiting, An Ning felt her stomach was a bit more comfortable.

She softly said, "Bring so tea."

"The servant will bring you so tea right away."

The palace attendants quickly had soone pour so warm tea and helped her sit up to drink it.

An Ning’s eyes moved slightly.

As if she saw a figure, slipping away behind the screen.

As if it was an illusion.

The palace attendants looked in the direction the empress was, quickly saying, "Empress, His Majesty was just here... not sure why he left just now..."

An Ning lowered her gaze and drank the tea.

Perhaps.

They wished to avoid further awkwardness.

So.

Was she brought back by Xiao Jinxing from the General Mansion?!

Song Yanqing really would stop at nothing.

"Empress, are you feeling better?" The palace attendants asked, worriedly looking at her pale face.

"Much better now," An Ning replied, "but I am sure I’ll feel uncomfortable tomorrow. Have soone bring pen and ink over, so I can write a recipe for hangover dicine, to use when I wake up tomorrow."

Even at tis like this, she doesn’t want to ruin her own body.

The first reason being it’s not hers; she must cherish and be grateful.

The second reason is she lacks a masochistic tendency, opting not to torture herself as much as possible.

Outside the hall.

Xiao Jinxing hadn’t left.

He just thought An Ning might not want to see him.

So when she awoke, he avoided her.

Then he heard An Ning’s faint instructions to the palace attendants.

He had long known that An Ning is very good at taking care of herself.

Her leaving him might truly be, the best choice.

...

Three days later.

Tomorrow is the Qingming Festival.

Everyone in Daxuan Kingdom knew that tomorrow, Bai Mowan, Bai Moyi of the Bai Family, and Gu Xingchuan of the Gu Family, will be executed in public.

An Ning went to the Heavenly Prison.

One last ti, to see Gu Xingchuan.

He was eating the al she personally prepared.

The two of them, without many words, yet seemingly said a thousand things.

A thousand words that could no longer be spoken.

"Is the weather nice outside?" Gu Xingchuan asked.

"No," An Ning replied, "It’s overcast with light rain, feared there’ll be no sunshine tomorrow."

"What a pity." Gu Xingchuan murmured.

An Ning remained silent.

"Tomorrow, don’t co to see off," Gu Xingchuan said.

An Ning looked at him.

"I don’t want you to see the sight of my head falling to the ground, for fear it would frighten you." Gu Xingchuan smiled.

Although he no longer had the charm of his earlier days, he was still gentle as ever.

He was still like when she first t him, like the sunshine of March, like a spring breeze.

"Did you bring wine?" Gu Xingchuan asked.

An Ning nodded quietly.

"Let’s have a drink," Gu Xingchuan said gently.

An Ning opened the wine bottle and poured two glasses.

She handed one to Gu Xingchuan.

Gu Xingchuan’s fingers were frighteningly thin.

It seed as if there was just a layer of skin left.

Gu Xingchuan noticed An Ning’s gaze.

He tried to cover it with his long robe.

But it seed almost in vain.

"Sorry, you have to see like this in the end," Gu Xingchuan murmured, "I thought eating well would help get better, but I didn’t expect my condition to worsen..."

"Xingchuan," An Ning interrupted him, "no matter how you change, you’re always the best in my heart."

Gu Xingchuan smiled.

A weak smile, yet so pure and transparent.

An Ning lowered her eyes.

Tears filled her eyes.

Gu Xingchuan’s heart ached.

Constantly aching.

But he could only remain indifferent.

He said, "Cheers."

Concealing his inner emotions with other things.

An Ning held back her tears at the corners of her eyes, raising her glass.

The clear clink of glasses echoed.

Like the fracture at a farewell.

The two downed their drinks in one gulp.

Gu Xingchuan’s body was too weak, and he coughed a few tis.

"Xingchuan," An Ning looked at him.

"It’s nothing," Gu Xingchuan remained gentle, still smiled at the corners of his mouth.

He put down the glass.

He said, "Forget ."

Never rember him again from now on.

Those past monts, no matter how beautiful or embarrassing.

He wished to disappear into the dust.

Never to be bound by worldly matters again.

An Ning looked into Gu Xingchuan’s eyes.

His gaze filled with despair and sorrow...

Watching as his eyes brimd with tears.

Gu Xingchuan was not... not as carefree... perhaps it wasn’t his unwillingness toward life, but just attachnt to human ties...