West Wing Room
Yun Chunnuan was originally just fulfilling her duty as a host, asking a doctor to examine the injured man.
However, when she saw the man lying on the couch, his face pale as paper, yet still smiling to comfort her, a trace of guilt rose in her heart.
"Xiao Qi, it’s alright. I’m a person from the Central Plains, not liked by the people of Bianliao, which is understandable.
That warrior was just venting, not aiming for any fatal harm."
Ever since the Little Princess appeared, Ying Ce had been soothing the situation.
He even offered his own interpretation of the other’s intentions.
It was clear he didn’t want to pursue any responsibility...
Yun Chunnuan had no words in response.
Just half an hour ago, she was gloating, wondering how badly he had been beaten, considering it as a slight revenge for the Little Princess.
At this mont, she only wished to find a hole to hide in.
"Prince..."
"Little Uncle," he corrected, "Xiao Qi used to hate calling Emperor Uncle, always calling Brother Ce, Brother Ce, until being scolded by His Majesty, then it beca Little Uncle."
His transparent black eyes gazed at her, carrying childlike innocence.
The pale, thin lips slightly curved up, forming a gentle and soft smile.
The mories belonging to the Little Princess began to awaken little by little in Yun Chunnuan’s mind.
Her heart was tugged again.
That kind of thrill that shouldn’t exist, couldn’t exist... had co again.
"Little... Emperor Uncle."
Her curiosity was also piqued.
The night before the departure, what exactly happened, Yun Chunnuan really wanted to know.
This depended on what attitude she should take towards him before he left Bianliao.
She couldn’t call him Little Uncle; that was a unique nickna between the Little Princess and him.
So, they each took a step back, and she called him Emperor Uncle.
As her words fell, he glanced at the man in black beside him.
Ying Ce saw through her thoughts at once and dismissed Yong Ye.
Yun Chunnuan also sent Qiao’er, who was crying for the Little Prince, to wait outside the door.
When only the two of them were left in the room, he half-supported his body and sat up.
His clear, elegant gaze watched the young girl, gentle and soft, "Xiao Qi, I suppose you’re unwilling to help Little Uncle anymore?"
Yun Chunnuan’s expression turned serious, not expecting him to ntion it on his own.
"You sent to Bianliao with a purpose, didn’t you?"
"Yes." The man’s long eyelashes slowly lowered, covering the clear, lucid black pupils.
When he lifted them again, he smiled with a sense of loss, "Xiao Qi, co here."
Yun Chunnuan instinctively wanted to step forward, but her steps halted, filled with doubt, "The mory of the night before departure, I can’t recall, is that also sealed by you?"
The man’s expression changed; the proud, untouchable, and elegant deanor completely vanished at this mont.
"Yes."
The deep pupils t her clear, bright eyes.
Ying Ce did not deny, nor did he want to deny.
"Xiao Qi," he called softly, "co here, and you’ll have all the answers you want to know."
Yun Chunnuan squeezed the storage ring on her index finger, hesitantly taking slow steps forward.
The folding fan in his hand swept past her eyes, gently tapping the temples on both sides.
The lost mories belonging to the Little Princess flooded into Yun Chunnuan’s mind...
She looked in shock at that pale, weak face on the couch, "You want to exchange my husband’s heart?!"
Ever since knowing about the arranged marriage, the Little Princess had been causing trouble, completely unwilling.
But the day before departure, this man had told the Little Princess the thod to completely cure his hidden ailnt.
It was the heart of the Mighty General of Bianliao!
And it had to be willingly offered.
Thus, the Little Princess, holding the thought of doing everything for her beloved, finally agreed to this arranged marriage.
The reason for concealing this mory was also for fear that she’d display too obviously and eagerly in front of the Barbarian General, which would make him suspicious...
"Yes, I don’t have much ti left." The sense of loss in his eyes turned into ripples on water, slowly spreading out before finally settling into peace.
"I’m sorry for using you." He dropped his eyes, seemingly not daring to look at her again.
His voice was light and slow, like the tinkling of a mountain spring, tapping gently at the heart.
Yun Chunnuan considered countless possibilities but never imagined the truth would be like this!
She suddenly didn’t know what to say.
Should she bla him?
It seed, it wasn’t sothing she could bla.
The original owner knew from a very young age that her Little Uncle was suffering from a hidden ailnt, feeling worse than death around the tenth of each month.
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