Zhen’er pondered for a long ti, her heart in turmoil.
She thought of Shen Ruoxi, who, as a woman from ancient tis, could resolutely leave Xiao Chengyi without any reluctance.
But she herself, as a modern woman who had traveled through ti, possessed wisdom and martial arts skills, how could she be so indecisive in this matter?
Yet, whenever she tried to make up her mind, her deep feelings for Xiao Chengyi surged into her heart like a tide.
He was the first man to move her heart after she traveled to this era.
She didn’t even care about his prestigious background; how could she easily sever this bond?
In this conflict and struggle, she was tornted.
At this mont, Lv Zhu ca back from inquiring about the news, whispering to her, "Madam, the Young General has returned. He looks like he was attacked, his face is covered in wounds, especially that long blood scar on his forehead, it’s really shocking."
Hearing this, Zhen’er’s heart softened instantly.
She bit her lip and softly asked, "Did Shen Ruoxi hurt him?"
Lv Zhu gently shook her head and replied, "Madam, I don’t know."
"Where is the Young General now?" Zhen’er’s voice carried a hint of urgency.
"In the study," Lv Zhu answered succinctly.
"Has his wound been properly treated?" Zhen’er pursued.
Lv Zhu looked troubled, "Madam, I didn’t see it myself, so..."
Zhen’er took a deep breath, hesitating in her heart, but eventually bit her lip and decided to get up.
She sighed softly in her heart, secretly thinking, "Troublemaker."
Lv Zhu quickly ca forward to stop her, "Madam, you must not, you just had a miscarriage, your body is weak, it’s really not suitable for you to get out of bed."
Zhen’er waved her hand, indicating she didn’t need to say more. She then put on her coat, took so herbal dicine for injuries, and walked slowly towards the study with Lv Zhu’s support.
The door to the study was half open. Lv Zhu knocked gently, but there was no response from inside.
Zhen’er lightly pushed open the door, only to see Xiao Chengyi sitting alone on the chair, his hands holding his forehead, his entire face shrouded in darkness.
Zhen’er walked up to him, biting her lip, and softly called, "Brother Yi."
Her voice was full of tenderness and concern.
Xiao Chengyi’s shoulders trembled slightly, he didn’t lift his head, his voice carrying a hint of sob, "Zhen’er, I’ll... I’ll explain to you later.
Right now, I just want to be alone for a while. You just had a miscarriage; your body is still very weak, quickly go back to rest so that you won’t fall ill."
Zhen’er’s heart tightened suddenly; she noticed that Xiao Chengyi’s voice had a clear sob in it.
Her fingers turned white from clenching, and a surge of indescribable bitterness rose in her heart.
She didn’t expect him to shed tears over Shen Ruoxi’s choice of a husband, but not when she miscarried.
Nor did she anticipate that the person who once swore endless love for her would beco so distant in just a few days, as if he were a stranger.
Earlier, she had heard everything from the servants of Xiao Mansion.
Xiao Chengyi and Shen Ruoxi had t no more than five tis since they knew each other, each eting lasting no more than a quarter of an hour, and indeed, on their wedding day, Xiao Chengyi went to the battlefield and did not consummate the marriage with Shen Ruoxi.
When it ca to feelings, there seed to be no depth between them. Perhaps, as the saying goes, what you can’t have always seems more precious.
As soone from the modern era, since she chose Xiao Chengyi, she would not allow herself to lose this contest.
Moreover, there was no longer a possibility between him and Shen Ruoxi.
She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, softly saying, "Brother Yi, I know you went to see Shen Ruoxi because today is her day for choosing a husband.
I also understand how you feel. Actually, you can confide in .
We once fought side by side, gazed at the stars together at night, and shared our hearts. Today, let’s lay everything out, shall we?"
"I just want to be alone." Xiao Chengyi said sullenly.
Although her heart wasn’t easy, Zhen’er’s fingers dug into her palms, but she still said gently, "She is your wife, and her choosing a husband today makes you sad, I can understand that.
But you need to know that a sore, unless completely addressed, will never heal."
Xiao Chengyi looked up at her, and Zhen’er was startled.
His eyes were swollen, his face covered in bruises, especially that wound on his forehead, with vivid red flesh, striking to look at.
"Brother Yi!" Zhen’er exclaid; she really hadn’t expected Xiao Chengyi to be so severely wounded.
Xiao Chengyi’s lips curled bitterly, "I’ve let go, I truly have. From now on, I will never ntion Shen Ruoxi again; we are strangers from here on out.
Whom she marries has nothing to do with anymore, just let be alone for a while, please?"
Zhen’er looked at him with a pained heart, softly saying, "Seeing you like this, how can I leave you at ease? I’ve brought so dicine; let apply it for you, and then I’ll leave you to yourself."
Xiao Chengyi’s eyes gradually reddened, Zhen’er’s words moved him deeply, only she was truly good to him.
He suddenly hugged Zhen’er tightly, his voice choked, "Zhen’er, I swear, I’ll never act foolishly again. I’ll wholeheartedly be good to you, my injuries are not severe, let carry you back to the room."
Zhen’er’s heart was filled with mixed emotions, she never imagined having such a deep entanglent with a man like him.
His words, she didn’t know whether to believe them, as his promises always seed empty and worthless.
However, the two of them had co this far having weathered many storms, Zhen’er knew there’s only one path she could take—she couldn’t let go of Xiao Chengyi.
She sighed lightly and said, "Apply the dicine, and then we’ll go back to the room."
Xiao Chengyi nodded, a touch of tenderness flashing in his eyes, "Alright!"
This matter ultimately couldn’t be concealed from everyone, and soon, Old Mrs. Xiao and Mrs. Zhou ca to know of it.
Although Xiao Chengyi claid that the injury was not caused by Shen Ruoxi, but by the Emperor, Xu Ji, and Prince Lan, Old Mrs. Xiao blad it all on Shen Ruoxi, deciding to never let her off easily.
Over at the Shen Mansion, finally everyone had been properly sent away.
The Emperor, as he left, cast a warning glance at Shen Ruoxi, aning for her to behave, which left her feeling quite helpless.
Once the remaining people in the room were Shen Ruoxi’s own, Duchess Xu furrowed her brows and asked, "Ruoxi, what on earth happened between you and His Majesty?"
Shen Ruoxi gently massaged her forehead and sighed helplessly, "Grandmother, my relationship with His Majesty is clearer than the water in the moat. I don’t know why, but he insists on bringing into the harem."
Upon seeing this, Xu Ji half-jokingly suggested, "Cousin, why don’t you just marry , then no one in the Xu family will bully you.
Once you’re married, His Majesty should be able to let go."
"Ouch!"
Just as he finished speaking, Lan Jue lightly knocked on his head.
Xu Ji clutched his head in confusion and looked at him, "Cousin, what are you doing?"
Lan Jue glared at him, and said irritably, "Stop talking nonsense! Rest assured, His Majesty’s intentions will never succeed."
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