bayedsolid Chapter 474 You're really enjoying yourself now, being a sickly person with people to take care
Chapter 474 You're really enjoying yourself now, being a sickly person with people to take care
child time.
Xu Wan had just gotten up from the medicinal bath, and her body was still surrounded by a rich medicinal fragrance.
This is the "Nine-Turn Nourishing Spirit Soup" specially made by Master Jiuyang, designed to heal damage to the meridians.
She soaked for a full hour, and her fatigue gradually disappeared.
Behind the screen.
She changed into a long purple dress, the hem of which was embroidered with purple lotus flowers, a gift from Bai Yuan.
Her high ponytail was neatly tied, and she wore the pair of high-heeled embroidered shoes that Xuan Qing had given her.
Tiny pearls adorned the toes of the shoes, making them barely a sound as they stepped on the floor.
After a while.
She left her inner chamber and went to Xuanqing's room.
He recalled the torment Xuanqing had suffered at the hands of the willow spirit Qingyan.
Xu Wan felt guilty.
If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be in this situation.
As you push open the door, a wave of warmth washes over you.
Xuanqing sat on the rosewood chair with his eyes closed.
Her plain white nightgown was loosely tied, with the collar slightly open, revealing an unhealed wound on her collarbone.
Two servants in blue robes were kneeling beside the footstool, massaging his legs.
His brow furrowed slightly, and his breathing was deep and even, as if he were enduring pain.
The candlelight illuminated his sharply defined profile, his black beard fluttering in the breeze.
Xu Wan covered her lips and chuckled softly, her voice as clear and melodious as a wind chime:
"Xuanqing, you feel so comfortable right now."
Xuan Qing suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrinking sharply.
The candlelight flickered in his eyes, reflecting Xu Wan's figure.
Her purple dress trailed on the ground, and her high ponytail accentuated her long neck. Her embroidered shoes gleamed softly in the candlelight.
His heart was pounding like a drum, and his throat tightened.
These shoes were a gift from him to her, while the purple dress was a gift from Bai Yuan.
That day, the three of them went out together to choose the item, all so that Xu Wan could amaze Emperor Yun Che at the New Year's banquet.
Standing in the candlelight, she resembled a blooming purple lotus.
Xuanqing knew this clearly.
Her heart belongs only to Yun Che.
That day, he accompanied her at the entrance of Longze Palace...
She sang and danced in front of the carved wooden door, just to call Yun Che out to see her.
"You came."
Xuanqing's voice was a little hoarse.
He raised his hand to signal the servants to leave, his fingertips trembling slightly.
The servants bowed and retreated to the outside of the room, gently closing the door behind them.
Xu Wan approached and bent down to examine his legs.
The warm touch startled her.
Xuan Qing's body stiffened, but his blood rushed to his ears.
She exuded a strong herbal scent.
"Does the wound still hurt?"
Xuan Qing shook his head, but his gaze remained fixed on her face.
Xu Wan noticed that Xuan Qing remained silent and was still staring at her.
"Xuanqing!"
Xu Wan straightened up, her skirt swirling into a purple cloud, her face beaming with smiles.
"You're really living a comfortable life now. You're sickly but have people to take care of you, and women even like you."
"Qingyan has already gone to the Wuji Sect to become a maid."
"Don't worry, with Shuangyue around, she can't cause any trouble!"
Xuan Qing hummed in agreement, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Seeing that he responded, Xu Wan's eyes darted around, and she hurriedly asked:
"Xuanqing, do you like Qingyan?"
She tilted her head and smiled.
“I asked her, and she said she just likes boring people like you.”
If you like it too, don't miss it.
His words were full of sincerity, yet they pierced Xuan Qing's heart like needles.
She longed for his happiness, unaware that this was never what he sought.
Xuan Qing looked up and stared straight into her eyes.
After a moment of silence.
Xuan Qing slowly opened his mouth and asked in return:
Do you want me to be with her?
Xu Wan's eyes lit up.
She clapped her hands and laughed:
"Xuanqing, you really like it!"
Her smile was so bright it was dazzling.
"I knew it!"
"Qingyan is so skilled, you must like her, after all, you've already fought twice."
"I'm happy for you, cherish it."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Qing's heart sank into an icy abyss.
A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up my spine.
The candlelight flickered in his eyes, reflecting Xu Wan's untroubled smiling face, which felt like a dull knife repeatedly cutting into his heart.
He gripped the armrests of the rosewood chair tightly, a bitter taste rising in his throat.
"Jinglian."
"I really don't like her, so please stop teasing me."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly sat up, the hem of his white pajamas brushing against the footstool.
His wounds caused him to stagger half a step.
He stood stubbornly upright, as if only in this way could he maintain his crumbling dignity.
The candlelight cast his shadow on the wall, long and twisted like a lone wolf.
Xu Wan, however, was completely unaware, her elbows resting on the back of the chair, her eyes sparkling like spring water.
"Xuanqing!"
She smiled casually.
"You two still don't spend enough time together."
"Let's go to Wuji Sect to see Qingyan together sometime!"
"The more you visit each other, the deeper your bond will naturally become."
Her tone was light and cheerful, as if she were talking about a spring outing.
Xuanqing felt as if her heart had been stabbed with a knife.
The expectation shining in her eyes was clearly for someone else.
She secretly shed tears:
You want to go see Yun Che, right?
But he had already set up a barrier around Longze Palace.
He doesn't want to see you anymore!
Why bother?
"you……"
Xuan Qing's Adam's apple bobbed, wanting to question her about why she had waited so long for Yun Che.
But the words turned into a cold laugh.
"Ah!"
He raised his hand and touched the hideous wound on his collarbone, where the burn marks of Qingyan's demonic power still lingered.
"Jinglian, I really don't like her, so please stop teasing me!"
Xu Wan tilted her head and chuckled softly.
“You gave her the red string bracelet that you gave me before.”
"You still say you don't like her!"
"You're clearly just too embarrassed to admit it to me."
"Because you're afraid, you're afraid I'll tell Master."
Her voice trailed off, and her eyelashes drooped.
"Actually... I quite like that red string."
"only……"
"But my master doesn't like me wearing the things you gave me, so I returned them to you."
Xuanqing suddenly looked up, his black beard flying wildly in the candlelight.
"That monster took my body and stole my red string bracelet!"
Should I like her?
Xuan Qing stared angrily at Xu Wan.
He felt a wave of nausea wash over him when he thought of what Qingyan had done to him.
Xu Wan was startled by his appearance and quickly grabbed his hand to comfort him:
"Xuanqing, what's done is done, so just accept it!"
"How wonderful it is to have someone who likes you and doesn't mind your flaws..."
"Although she is a demon, as long as she is willing to change and become a good person, it may not be a bad match."
Xuanqing abruptly pulled her hand back, as if bitten by a poisonous snake.
He turned his head and looked out the window at the deep night.
Seeing this, Xu Wan unconsciously tightened the pleats of her skirt with her fingertips, then suddenly smiled and shook her head:
"Xuanqing, you really don't understand! This is called 'forced love'!"
"Qingyan is not a bad person at heart; even a forced relationship can produce sweet wine."
The room was so quiet that you could hear the soft popping of the candle wick.
Xuan Qing slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Xu Wan's face.
Xu Wan's smile froze on her face.
Suddenly, an owl swept past the window, startling the bamboo shadows that filled the courtyard.
"Jinglian, it's late, get some rest. Goodnight."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
between words.
He coughed lightly a few times.
His fingers unconsciously went to his chest. His spiritual energy was depleted and he was weak. Even breathing seemed to be a burden.
Xu Wan gazed at him, her eyes filled with heartache and reluctance.
She nodded gently, her tone incredibly tender:
"You should also get some rest, think about what I said, and consider Qingyan."
The words have not yet fallen.
She took out a golden spirit stone the size of an egg from her wide sleeve.
The spirit stone was entirely golden, with golden light flowing inside, like a frozen sunrise.
Without hesitation, she placed the spirit stone into Xuan Qing's icy hand, offering her heartfelt instructions:
"Xuanqing, you are physically weak."
"This top-grade gold spirit stone can help you harmonize your qi and blood."
"You should hold it while you sleep at night, and the spiritual energy will slowly seep into your meridians, which will greatly benefit your foundation."
Xuan Qing lowered his head and stared at the spirit stone in his palm, its light illuminating his haggard face.
He naturally recognized that it was a gift from Yun Che to Xu Wan.
A priceless, top-grade gold spirit stone.
This spirit stone is so valuable that it would be fought over in the cultivation world.
Xuan Qing's heart tightened immediately.
He quickly refused, his voice urgent and trembling:
"No, if the Emperor knew, he would be furious!"
"These spirit stones are far too precious, how could I..."
Before he could finish speaking, he tried to hand the spirit stone back.
Her weak arm trembled slightly.
Deep down, however, he longed to grasp that spirit stone.
After all, it was a gift from someone she admired.
Xu Wan, however, chuckled and pressed his hand down, a sly glint in her eyes.
"It's alright, that's just his temper, he's a bit of a spoiled brat."
"Once he comes out of seclusion, I'll have my own ways to make him happy!"
"Wear a pretty dress that shows off your back and waist, act cute, and kiss him a few times, and he won't hold it against you."
"A spirit stone? What's the big deal!"
"If you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, how will he know?"
She winked playfully.
Upon hearing this, Xuanqing felt his heart bleed.
He gripped the spirit stone tightly, feeling the faint warmth seep into his body.
It's like it's trying to grab onto something!
He remained silent for a moment, then finally accepted it.