Xiao Pingfeng woke up, much to everyone’s relief.
"Now that Song Huaxu is dead, Xiaoliu, there is still one important matter weighing heavily on my mind,"
At this mont, only the doctor and the patient remained in the room.
The patient looked at the doctor and let out a long sigh, "How soon can I leave the mountain?"
Yan Lingzhen couldn’t help but want to roll her eyes, "You’ll need at least a month before you can even get out of bed."
"Then wouldn’t that an I’d have to propose to your sister a month later? By then, her belly will be so big, she’ll complain to that the wedding clothes look terrible." Xiao Pingfeng thought for a mont and then outright refused, "Don’t you have so Miraculous Elixir that can shorten the ti?"
Yan Lingzhen packed away the items in her dicine chest, "dicine is a poison in itself, my sister would kill if she knew."
Moreover, how could a doctor engage in such reckless, quick-fix thods?
"Think of sothing, I’ll grant you any one condition," the Crown Prince couldn’t help himself, his heart ached for a woman. Until Yan Wanqing beca his wife, his heart would remain suspended in mid-air.
"Just give up on that idea, brother-in-law. Sister said not to casually agree to any of your demands, otherwise, she won’t tell where Little Black is." Yan Lingzhen pouted, "I’m still a child, with only Little Black as a playmate, I can’t afford to lose him."
Having made up her mind, Yan Lingzhen slung her small dicine chest over her shoulder and left without looking back.
Poor Crown Prince, confined to his couch, unable to move.
He, too, feared angering Yan Wanqing.
He was quite terrified.
Everyone here, if placed outside, would be one of the top talents, but here, they beca as mice before a cat at the sight of Yan Wanqing, fearful of upsetting her.
Despite how gentle and genuinely kind Princess Anping spoke and treated others.
Seeing himself immobilized for the short term, the Crown Prince wouldn’t let his dream of a wife be delayed even for a day. He sent his confidant to deliver a letter he had written to the Lady of Xiangcheng, within which every line spoke of his desire to marry Yan Wanqing. As for the items needed for the grand wedding, he had been preparing them since the day he left the palace.
Just waiting for the day Yan Wanqing had the ti and inclination to return with him for their grand wedding.
Yan Wanqing woke up feeling refreshed only after it had grown dark outside.
After a simple wash, she sent Cong Ge to fetch the food box while she checked on Xiao Pingfeng first.
Before even entering,
a voice could be heard from inside—pitiful and aggrieved from the Crown Prince, normally so formidable outside.
"Darling, you’ve finally co to see ."
That devilishly handso face was full of sorrow, which made Yan Wanqing almost burst into laughter, "How long have you waited?"
"From morning till night." He was yearning with anticipation!
"Being pregnant makes one rather sleepy." Yan Wanqing went to the table, picked up a teapot, and poured him a cup of water, "Want to drink?"
"Feed ," the Crown Prince pleaded with hopeful eyes.
Yan Wanqing carried it over and brought the cup to his lips, but he refused to drink.
"?"
The Crown Prince raised his hand and pointed to his rosy lips, "Feed like this."
His voice was husky and deep, seductively charming.
With an unabashedly suggestive gaze, Yan Wanqing’s cheeks flushed at the mont, and she promptly blocked his lips with the water cup, "Act crazy again, and I’ll splash you."
Xiao Pingfeng knew she was always shy, so he imdiately spoke up, "I’ll drink, is that okay? Don’t be angry, darling."
Yan Wanqing didn’t respond.
Thinking she was upset, Xiao Pingfeng reached out tentatively to touch the back of her hand. Seeing she didn’t pull away, he grew bolder and their fingers intertwined.
Feeling the softness in the palm of his hand, the Crown Prince now felt much more secure.
But Yan Wanqing remained silent, and his heart began to race again.
"Darling?" he half-leaned on the cushion, while Yan Wanqing sat in the chair beside him, "Co sit closer."
"What are you up to now?" The beauty was stern, "You’ve been seriously hurt, so behave yourself. Any more nonsense, and I’ll finish you off."
She always spoke harshly, her deanor chilly.
Those unfamiliar with her would find her difficult to approach, like an ice queen.
But those who knew her understood that Yan Wanqing was a typical case of a tough exterior hiding a tender heart.
And Xiao Pingfeng happens to know her better than anyone else.
So to him, this scene was tinged with an extra hint of enchantnt.
"Darling..." He resisted the pain and drew closer.
Yan Wanqing had no idea what mischief he was planning.
"When you get angry, you really are quite adorable."
The pink in her cheeks that had subdued now instantly turned blood red.
Yan Wanqing jumped to her feet and ran out without looking back.
Xiao Pingfeng stood there, stunned.
What’s going on?
Why’s my wife running away?!
What did he say?
After a while, he quirked his lips and let out a soft chuckle.
Yan Wanqing, hearing the laughter grow louder behind her, ran even faster.
Embarrassing.
They had already been intimate, yet in this mont, a single teasing remark from him made her heart race uncontrollably.
Yan Wanqing clutched her chest as she walked out, when she bumped into Cong Ge carrying a food box and entering; she cried out in surprise, "Miss?"
"He’s inside, Cong Ge, you quickly take this in, I have sothing else to do and need to leave!"
Cong Ge: "Miss?!"
Is sothing chasing her from behind, to make her run so fast?
...
The mountain was supposed to be spring-like all year round, very comfortable.
But for so reason these days, it had started to feel as hot as the foot of the mountain.
Yan Wanqing speculated that it must have been due to Song Huaxu using so special thod before, and now that he had died, the thod had ceased to work.
"Sister, everyone is here," Yan Hongzhao passed the register to Yan Wanqing.
At this mont, below the stairs, all the disciples of the Divine Church of Light gathered. Normally arrogant and domineering, they now stood obediently below, apparently having been well-disciplined by Yan Hongzhao and her bandit cronies these past days.
"There would have been more, but a few stubborn ones started trouble. To make an example of them, I had them—" She mimicked cutting her neck with her hand.
Yan Wanqing nodded, "There’s no use keeping those who won’t listen. None of these people are clean, if they won’t submit, letting them loose would bring trouble elsewhere. Hongzhao, you’ve really grown up; what you did was good, your sister is very happy."
Ghost Face, standing gently by the side, discovered in shock that the boss, who outside didn’t spare words and was quick to fists, now blushed like a young girl!
But...
Ghost Face gazed at her flushed cheeks, his eyes becoming faintly misty.
Fair is fair; the boss looks strangely good with a blushing face.
Yan Wanqing returned the register to Yan Hongzhao.
"I’ve noticed that lately, you have many capable individuals beside you. Since they’ve chosen you as their boss, it’s only natural to reward them for their contributions," Yan Wanqing looked across and said, "I rember, that one looks very familiar."
Yan Hongzhao followed her gaze and saw Ghost Face looking at her dumbfounded and silly.
She was montarily dumbstruck.
This idiot, what’s he daydreaming about now?
Seeing Yan Hongzhao’s dagger-filled glare, Ghost Face imdiately beca clear-headed: "Boss!"
"My sister is calling you," Yan Hongzhao said with no good humor.
Ghost Face promptly stepped forward.
This was the boss’s sister; he had to perform well!
"I’ve t Princess Anping! May you live for a thousand, thousand, thousand years," he said, clumsily using the greetings he’d seen in an illustrated book.
Yan Wanqing was amused by his display: "That’s enough. When you’re away from ho, don’t worry about formalities; please stand up."
Ghost Face quickly got up, "Thank you, Princess!"
Yan Wanqing spoke again, "If anyone should be thankful, it should be our Yan Family. You’ve been following Hongzhao, braving dangers in every direction, and it’s she who’s been in your care."
"Your Highness, you’re too kind," Ghost Face flustered, unsure of what exactly to say.
Seeing this, Yan Hongzhao laughed, "Sister, why be so polite? They are my brothers. I couldn’t neglect them, could I? You just praised , and now you’re treating like a child again."
Listening to her, Yan Wanqing nodded, "Right, right, you’ve grown up; your sister can’t treat you like a child anymore."
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