"Nangong Yaoling... don’t let anyone in... otherwise..."
"Co in!" Nangong Yaoling said.
Xia Xiaonuan almost wanted to slap this annoying man to death.
Qin Yi entered from outside, seeing the lump on the bed and the Crown Prince reclining beside it with a face full of smug contentnt.
Sothing flashed in his eyes.
But he respectfully said, "Young Master, the plane tickets have been purchased, we can board tomorrow morning to return."
Upon hearing this, Xia Xiaonuan felt a slight sinking in her heart.
Are they going back?
Why... doesn’t she want to return at all?
"I got it."
"Yes, Young Master, then... if there’s nothing else, I’ll head out first."
"Okay."
As Qin Yi turned to leave, his face involuntarily turned half dark.
Under the blanket... that lump, could it be the young mistress!
"He’s gone, co out?"
Xia Xiaonuan peeked out from under the sheets, looking at Nangong Yaoling’s smiling eyes and his exceptionally handso face.
But she couldn’t focus on anything else.
Instead, she seriously asked, "You booked the flight? Are we going back tomorrow?"
"Yes." Nangong Yaoling nodded.
"But... you’re not fully recovered yet..."
"This little injury, it’s nothing. Besides, I’m worried you might not be comfortable staying here; going back would put my mind at ease."
Xia Xiaonuan looked at him complexly.
"What’s wrong?" Nangong Yaoling asked, slightly stunned by her gaze.
"I..." Xia Xiaonuan wanted to say sothing but didn’t know how to start, just lowered her head.
A hand lifted her head from under the pillow, the man raised her chin.
"Xiaonuan, if you have sothing to say, you can tell directly. Don’t you trust ?" he asked seriously, staring at her face.
"No... it’s not like that." Xia Xiaonuan shook her head: "I... I just... don’t want to go back so soon..."
"You want to stay here a bit longer?" Nangong Yaoling seed to recall sothing, smiling: "These days I’ve been injured and haven’t been able to take you around properly. Then let’s delay for a couple of days; I’ll take you around, and if you like, we can even visit nearby countries, how about it?"
Xia Xiaonuan bit her lower lip.
"Okay."
How could she tell Nangong Yaoling that she actually didn’t want to go back because she was worried soone wanted to harm her baby?
But that person was Nangong Yaoling’s closest sister, she simply couldn’t bring herself to say it.
If they went back, she feared she’d inevitably get embroiled in a dispute again.
Xia Xiaonuan sighed inwardly.
******
In a luxurious palace castle.
On an enormous royal bed, a man lay quietly.
The man’s cold, handso face seed to emanate a chilling aura in the air.
Several foreign doctors in special uniforms stood by the bed, nervously discussing sothing.
At this mont, Rasha’er, wearing a dress with an oversized skirt, walked in from outside.
She wiped tears from the corners of her eyes with a pink handkerchief as she walked over, looked at the man on the bed, then focused on the doctors.
"How is it? Have you co up with a way to save Yan? Can’t he wake up anymore?" she urgently asked in fluent English.
The doctors looked at Rasha’er, a touch of sha appearing on their faces.
"Sorry, Princess Rasha’er... we’ve tried our best... but, Yandi’s heart and lungs took in too much seawater, and the bullet hit the heart."
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