The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1527 - 1522: The Fascinating Embrace

Qin Muyan frowned, "Where is the Doctor? Hasn’t he arrived yet?"

Yan Momo bowed and said in a low voice, "People have been sent to fetch him, but the Princess cried, wanting to see Your Highness, so I took the liberty to co and fetch you."

"I’m coming right now." Qin Muyan did not delay and imdiately headed toward Rong Yun’s courtyard.

The Scarlet Fla prince’s mansion is very large, and Qin Muyan’s pace was fast, with Yan Momo jogging just to keep up behind him.

As soon as Qin Muyan entered the room, he heard Rong Yun’s crying. She was clutching her stomach, rolling on the bed in pain, continuously sobbing, "It hurts, it hurts so much..."

Qin Muyan stepped forward to hold her, patting her back to comfort her, "Don’t worry, the Doctor will arrive very soon."

Rong Yun fell into his embrace, crying even louder, "Qin Muyan, it hurts, woo woo woo..."

Qin Muyan had never comforted a girl before; at this mont, his movents clumsy and awkward, but since he wasn’t a doctor and couldn’t treat Rong Yun, he could only shout outside, "Wei Jue, hurry and bring the Doctor here on horseback."

Wei Jue took the order outside, "Yes!"

He was about to go and get the horse, but Yan Momo pulled him aside, spoke softly, "Lord Commander, do not panic. It’s common for a young woman to be in discomfort. Our Princess just lacks Your Highness’ company. The arrival of the Doctor is not so urgent; there’s no need for him to co too fast."

Hearing this, Wei Jue understood what she ant and asked quietly, "The Princess’s condition is not urgent and won’t harm her?"

Yan Momo smiled and shook her head, "It will not harm her too much, just needs Your Highness’ company."

Wei Jue nodded, indicating he understood what to do.

Yan Momo also cleared everyone out of the courtyard, herself waiting just outside.

Rong Yun cried for the ti it takes an incense stick to burn. Qin Muyan’s head ached from the noise, and the Doctor still hadn’t arrived. He stepped outside to see, only to find the courtyard empty. His anger rose, about to burst, but just then there was a thump from inside the room, startling him into quickly looking back.

A distressed little fool rolled down from the bed to the floor.

Rong Yun, already feeling weak and unwell, was alright as Qin Muyan held her, kicking and flailing. But when Qin Muyan let go, she rolled off, bumping her head on the wooden footrest, crying out in great pain, "Qin Muyan!!! It hurts, woo! Wah—"

Qin Muyan hurried back to lift her onto the bed, asking where it hurt, growing even more flustered.

He didn’t know where to touch her appropriately, his hand just resting a mont on her waist and abdon. The burning heat of his palm imdiately startled Rong Yun.

Such scorching temperature, akin to boiling water.

Yet, in the brief mont that his hand lingered, Rong Yun felt the pain in her abdon had eased significantly.

As Qin Muyan was about to withdraw his hand, Rong Yun’s small hands clung to the back of his hand, "Don’t... don’t go, warm a little longer."

Qin Muyan looked down, seeing the young girl frowning, her small hands tightly grasping the back of his hand as if clinging to a lifeline.

He propped Rong Yun against his chest, his palm covering her belly, asking gently, "Like this? Does it feel a bit more comfortable?"

Rong Yun nodded softly, "Mhm, very warm."

Qin Muyan’s hand was like a hot water bottle used in winter, placed on the lower abdon, soft and warm, instantly reducing the severity of her pain.

Qin Muyan also sighed in relief; the girl in his arms gradually quieted down, and his headache subsided as well.

As he quieted down, his senses sharpened, allowing him to feel the warmth and softness of the person in his arms. He could also sll the faint scent of milk emanating from her, carrying a sweet fragrance that gently wafted into his nostrils, more alluring than any flower scent, irresistibly drawing him to seek more.

Qin Muyan held her even tighter, and Rong Yun could feel his fiery warmth, instinctively curling into his embrace, "It’s so comfortable."

She let out a soft, wheezy moan, like a kitten’s paw, gently scratching Qin Muyan’s heart.

His heart swayed slightly, and he looked down at the young girl in his arms. Her veil had slackened, revealing a dainty and delicate nose and half of her cheek.

Qin Muyan didn’t know how to describe the Rong Yun of this mont; she was like a budding flower, with pale and tender skin, delicate as snow, unconsciously tempting one to touch.

Qin Muyan’s fingers also couldn’t help but gently brush across half of her face.

"Boom—"

He was fine until he touched, but once he did, Qin Muyan’s face flushed red.

He had never known that human skin could feel like this, pale as snow, soft yet resilient, smoother than the sharpest blade.

He had played with many treasures of this world, even the unparalleled pearl and mutton-fat jade, which he had handled in his hands, but none compared to the touch of Rong Yun’s skin, which seed so common, making him suddenly feel like he was holding a unique treasure of the Nine Continents in his arms.

He suddenly rembered that Rong Yun in Beiling City was hailed as the Beiling Treasure.

He chuckled softly, "Indeed, the reputation is well-deserved."

The Beiling Treasure, rare and precious.

Qin Muyan took the liberty to pull down her veil to take a look, and indeed she was a stunning beauty in the making, rely youthful, with features still tender and not fully matured.

In another couple of years, she would probably beco a breathtaking beauty. No wonder the imperial grandmother was so pleased with her, repeatedly telling him that his wife was excessively beautiful.

Now it seed that he had benefited from Rong Yun’s advantage.

"Ouch, you’re sneaking a look at !" Rong Yun, having regained so strength, opened her eyes to find her veil removed and petulantly scolded Qin Muyan.

However, her anger was too soft and tender, even when she punched Qin Muyan with her small fists a couple of tis, he only felt as if she was a soft little kitten.

Qin Muyan rehung her veil over her face, "Your Highness didn’t see anything, here, let put it back on for you."

"You liar! You clearly saw, you big bad guy, I’ll hit you!"

Rong Yun’s small fists started to ’punish’ him again, but she was naturally weak, and after being tornted as she was, it was nothing more than tickling Qin Muyan, not painful at all.

Qin Muyan found her incredibly adorable, covered her with a blanket, holding her even more tightly in his arms, and patted her back, "It’s my fault, when you feel better, you can hit as you like, any way you want to hit is fine."

"You... you an it!"

Rong Yun pouted, lifting her eyelids to tease him with a glance, her voice hoarse and raspy.

Qin Muyan leaned his forehead against hers, his breath winding around her, "Your Highness’s word is as good as gold."

"Hmph, hmph."

Rong Yun humd contentedly twice and then lay in his arms, falling asleep.

It’s not that she had changed her view of Qin Muyan just like that, but she suddenly discovered that soone’s embrace could be warr than mother’s, with a heat she had never felt before, surprising and at the sa ti, a bit captivating.