"It hurts——" Zheng Nianru complained and did not want to stay here. She didn’t know the capabilities of a Nann Death Warrior, but how could they compare to the imperial physician? She did not want to be left with an ugly scar. Zheng Congyuan definitely had a way to find the best imperial physician, like that later one, Imperial Doctor Xu.
"Nian Ru, Nian Ru——" Nann Yu kept comforting Zheng Nianru, empathetically feeling that the wound might as well have been on him. "Nian Ru, don’t be afraid, it will stop hurting soon."
Nann Yu knew that these words were rely comforting, and moreover, given the extent of the wound, the next half-day was going to be even more painful. Although Nian Ru was not favored in the palace, Nann Yu could see that Prince Duan had protected her very well with his own efforts.
"I want to go back to the palace——" Zheng Nianru raised her face, her pitiful look making it impossible to refuse her. Her uninjured hand tightly grasped Nann Yu’s sleeve, as she looked up at him pleadingly.
Seeing this expression was like being stabbed harshly in the heart for Nann Yu, the pain was sharply clear.
"Okay, okay, okay, we’ll go back to the palace," Nann Yu agreed. What did another trip matter? Nian Ru was timid, and this place wasn’t her Qishun Building after all; fear was understandable, especially since she was injured, and seeking comfort was only right.
A large group of people outside the house listened intently, so growing restless. The person was already rescued. Hadn’t the Princely Heir said that once the person was rescued, they could depart?
If they didn’t leave now...
The arrangents they had carefully made could be disrupted again, the city gates would close, and they’d have to wait another day, making the situation at the border even more uncertain.
"Why haven’t we left yet?" Duke of Jing Ci struggled to co and urge them in person.
Uncle Jingn and Second Uncle Jing wore troubled expressions. The Princely Heir showed no signs of wanting to leave at this mont. If only this Commandery Princess had been properly treated, they might have seen a chance to depart.
"What’s going on?" Duke of Jing Ci looked at the tightly closed door with a steely face. "Go in and hurry them up."
Tan Zong saw this and, bracing himself, opened the door only to find the room crowded with people. Fu Dong, Nian Xia, and Xing Yu surrounded the bed, but despite this, the hassle between the two could still be seen.
Right then, Duke of Jing Ci rembered Nann Yu’s words, and it was simply, simply just...
Initially, Duke Jing Ci thought it was rely the Princely Heir’s first awakening of romantic feelings, these emotional impulses. But with enough ti and with enough distractions from the affairs of Nann State, these impulses would gradually fade and slowly turn into a fleeting piece of mory.
However, it had already beco, actually beco, such that this Commandery Princess turned into a mory the Princely Heir could never forget, his forever first. As a man, Duke Jing Ci knew deeply how profound such a mory was, especially at such a crucial mont, it sapped the Princely Heir’s will like this.
If in the past Duke Jing Ci harbored no intention of killing Zheng Nianru, now he had seven or eight parts of that intent. If the Princely Heir’s heart was invested in this Zheng Nianru, he naturally wouldn’t devote all his strength to fulfilling his grave responsibilities but would indulge in the emotions of a man and woman. To Nann Yu at this mont, Zheng Nianru was that deadly poison.
"Princely Heir——" Tan Zong spoke with difficulty, as if uttering these words was a sin because of the person crying, seemingly dowsed in tears.
Nann Yu ignored Tan Zong, instead issuing a command.
"Prepare the carriage, we return to the palace now," Nann Yu ordered.
Tan Zong was stunned. Now? What about them? If they didn’t leave now, they would be too late, unable to catch today’s city gate opening ti.
Duke Jing Ci had already heard Nann Yu’s voice from outside, his blood boiling imdiately, and he struggled to co inside.
"Princely Heir, we’re running out of ti, we need to leave," Duke Jing Ci managed to say through clenched teeth, suppressing the rage within him.
"Master, I can’t leave Nian Ru now," Nann Yu hesitated, but his hands firmly protected Zheng Nianru.
Zheng Nianru suddenly heard that Nann Yu had to leave, and instinctively, hastily tightened her grip on Nann Yu’s sleeve.
"Don’t leave, I don’t want you to leave—" It was impossible to leave now; the monster might chase them at any mont. Without Nann Yu’s n, they would definitely be pursued again.
Moreover, once she left, Zheng Nianru knew that her risks would increase.
Zheng Nianru clutched Nann Yu tightly, a look of vulnerability, helplessness, and plea on her tender face, beautiful as a peach blossom in the rain, as tears fell, softness that no hardened steel could compete with, capable of lting all that was rigid.
Tan Zong felt an overwhelming sense of sha, guilt almost killing him for nearly having destroyed such a delicate and tender Commandery Princess.
Nann Yu’s heart seed to lt as well, wishing he could replace the tears in her eyes with his own.
"I won’t leave, I promise you, I won’t leave," Nann Yu said, without regret or resentnt. Whatever deep hatred, whatever great responsibilities, he could abandon them all. He would stay right here, only by her side.
"Commandery Princess—" Fu Dong cautiously stepped forward, holding her arm carefully, touching the wound, and deciding it was better to bandage the wound first.
"Prepare the carriage now," Nann Yu commanded with a surge of resolute determination, deciding to stay there.
Tan Zong seed montarily caught in the emotion, turning to prepare the carriage, until he saw Duke Jing Ci’s cold and frosty gaze, which sent shivers down his spine, bringing him back to his senses.
"Tan Zong—" Nann Yu, seeing Tan Zong had stopped, not going? Fine, he would go himself.
Nann Yu picked up Zheng Nianru and was about to leave.
"Tan Zong, quickly prepare the carriage, Jing Qu, escort it personally. Princely Heir, have the Commandery Princess’s attendants get her clothes in order, or let that girl carry her out. Going out like this..." Duke Jing Ci intervened, causing everyone to pause in shock, Tan Zong thought he had misheard.
Jing Qu stood still, astonished. He was to escort? Why was this his concern? He was not skilled in...
Nann Yu was imdiately moved, looking toward his master, who alone understood his heart, and nodded, carefully placing Zheng Nianru on the bed.
"Princely Heir, place the soft quilts in the carriage, being wounded she might not withstand the jolting of the ride," Duke Jing Ci instructed further.
Upon hearing this, Nann Yu nodded gratefully.
"The master thinks of everything," Nann Yu said trustingly, quickly carrying the quilts out.
"Commandery Princess, does it still hurt?" Xing Yu gently tried a few positions, finally deciding that carrying the Commandery Princess was the safest way to go out.
Zheng Nianru suddenly felt the atmosphere was a bit strange; where it was strange, she couldn’t say, but suddenly it seed the fulfillnt of her purpose was too simple.
But in the past life, it had been the sa with Nann Yu; just a little coquetry from her usually made everything easy to obtain.
Zheng Nianru looked up and finally realized what was odd—Duke Jing Ci still stood by the door, watching her with a righteous deanor, a look that Zheng Nianru had seen too often.
Those indifferent court ministers always looked at her with such righteousness, as if they were the personification of justice, and she was the synonym for all disgrace, and often at such tis, it was ti for a fatal remonstration, as if their lives could weigh against Zheng Nianru’s.
Zheng Nianru certainly did not think so.
"Commandery Princess, it is my fault, Duke Jing Ci," Zheng Nianru only then realized that the room was left with only Xing Yu, Fu Dong, and Nian Xia, while Nann Yu’s people had cunningly been called out by Duke Jing Ci.
Zheng Nianru imdiately felt she had misunderstood; the opponent was not seeking to offer deadly advice but was after her life.
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