Yelyu Lie: "?"
He’s baffled—what’s over?
Then he sees the man in white walking forward slowly.
The corner of his lips lifts, somewhat gloating, "Oh, the Prince has no carriage to sit in? Where’s the carriage you said you’d give someone else’s wife a ride in on your way?"
The General bears grudges; this man ignored him last time and even wanted to take his wife away. If not now for revenge, then when?
The barbarian, who was courteous in the Royal Palace earlier, has now changed his tone.
Ying Ce smiled.
The pair of fathomless black eyes, like an abyss that could obliterate everything, fell on the man’s extraordinarily red lips, as if to devour him.
Everything around suddenly became so silent.
So silent it was eerie.
Yelyu Lie was unusually alert to danger, although the man’s appearance still seemed gentle and indolent.
Yet he sensed the danger beneath that tranquility.
It was as if the last calm before the coming storm.
The coarse wheat-colored hand instinctively reached for his waist.
Meanwhile, the man’s jade-like hand lifted, and the Jade Rabbit pendant in his palm, with a gentle twist...
The Jade Rabbit turned into ashes.
The ashes drifted with the wind, blowing onto the face exposed behind the curtain.
Yelyu Lie was shocked by the depth of this man’s insides and was dumbfounded when the ashes blew into his face.
"Cough, cough, cough!" He was choked and coughed violently.
The man’s face, stunningly beautiful, had a voice that was originally gentle and nonchalant, but it carried a sharp edge, "Don’t like rabbits, fell in love with wolves."
This was a statement, not a question.
The voice floated into the carriage, reaching Yun Chunnuan’s ears, inexplicably provoking a sense of offense.
"Whether it’s a rabbit or a wolf depends on what my husband looks like. The Prince is worrying too much."
Inside the carriage, a sweet and soft voice echoed, yet it was so cold.
So cold that Ying Ce shivered all over.
He was dressed in white, whiter than snow, with hair dark as ink. His voluminous robes were lifted by the cold and fierce wind, making his tall figure appear ever more frail.
Standing there all alone, it was as if he was abandoned by the whole world.
"Cough..."
A light cough escaped from his pale lips.
Yong Ye couldn’t hold back, loudly chiding, "The Princess is too heartless, knowing the master is weak and can’t take the chill. Rushed non-stop to Bianliao to congratulate you, yet heartlessly leave him in this freezing cold!"
"Yong... cough, cough, cough... Yong Ye..."
His coughing grew more severe.
He couldn’t even pronounce the full name.
Such a remarkably beautiful creature that seemed harmless to man and beast at this moment appeared so frail he might be blown over by the cold wind.
Yelyu Lie furrowed his brow, a hint of sympathy in his clear eyes.
Who knew, he was suddenly pulled back by a small hand from behind.
Yun Chunnuan sat up straight in the carriage, her slightly smeared face showing no emotion, "That’s your master, not mine.
Husband, let’s go home."
The coughing continued, and the man in white could barely stand.
Even the coachman couldn’t stand it any longer, "General, should we..."
"Go!"
The coachman’s words were cut off by the Little Princess’s sharp voice.
The coachman was taken aback, hastily picking up the reins, and only then did the horse start moving again.
"How can the Princess be so heartless!" Yong Ye couldn’t help but roar at the moving carriage.
Hearing the master’s increasingly disturbing cough, Yong Ye hurriedly fetched a bottle of medicine, took the man’s icy, lifeless hand, and shook out a few pills.
After his cough gradually subsided, Yong Ye was already drenched in cold sweat, "Master! Weren’t you pretending?"
He thought... the master was using a ruse of self-injury! He even cooperated a bit, little knowing the Princess would be so ruthless!
The Princess has truly changed!
Changed completely!
Back in Great Xia, even the master’s slight cough would have made the Princess scared to tears, seeking ways everywhere to cure him...
Ying Ce curled his pale lips, his expression still warm and serene, as if the one nearly coughing to death just moments ago wasn’t him.
Staring at the carriage disappearing from his sight once again, the deep, unfathomable black eyes flickered slightly, pondering something.
Yong Ye knew best, during the master’s coughing, it wasn’t just a cough.
It affected every corner of his body, every inch of skin, truly making life worse than death!
The onset of the disease... was even more terrifying!
"Master, it’s not time yet! You were angered by the Princess! I will go send word right away..."
Before Yong Ye could finish, those calm, unchanged eyes slowly and gently landed on his face.