newbobooks Chapter 249
Chapter 249
The doctor rushed over with the medicine. After taking Jingchi's pulse, he handed the prepared medicine to Nalan Jingwen, who took the medicine and put it to Jingchi's lips. However, Jingchi still looked dazed, his eyes were empty, and his bright blue eyes were dull and lifeless, having lost their original color.
He wouldn't open his mouth, so the medicine couldn't be fed in and all of it flowed down his neck. Nalan Jing frowned at the sight, and the doctor beside him hesitated before saying, "Sir, this young master looks like he has suffered some major shock. He can't be fed like this."
Nalan Jingwen paused, his indifferent eyes looking at her, devoid of warmth, sending chills down one's spine. The doctor swallowed hard, opened his mouth, but dared not utter the rest of his words.
Nalan Jingwen pondered, "Just because I wouldn't let him come along, it's turned out like this? When did Mirror Pool become so fragile?"
She hesitated for a moment, then handed over the medicine. Liu Qingxu, who was standing nearby, quickly took it. Nalan Jingwen glanced at her but didn't pay any attention. Then, she used her free hand to pry open Jingchi's mouth, took the medicine, and poured it into his mouth. Her handsome face was distorted by her pinching, showing no tenderness whatsoever. The doctor next to her frowned as he watched, reaching out and then withdrawing his hand, hesitant to speak.
Having practiced medicine for so many years, she couldn't stand seeing patients treated like that, especially a man. He should have been treated with even more care and consideration. How could a wife act like that?! But he was someone else's husband, so she couldn't say anything.
Nalan Jingwen was focused on feeding Jingchi the medicine, unaware of what others were thinking, or perhaps they didn't care even if they did.
However, the medicine was poured in, but because Jingchi didn't swallow it, it still flowed out. If this continued, the whole bowl of medicine would be wasted.
"Sir, perhaps you could try using your mouth..."
Before she could finish speaking, Liu Qingxu stopped her with a look. Nalan Jingwen was not in a good mood, and she couldn't add fuel to the fire. Besides, she had seen this man at the Prince's mansion before. He seemed to be Nalan Jingwen's guard, but she didn't know why Nalan Jingwen's guard would be a man.
As for Nalan Jingwen's actions, which clearly went beyond the boundaries of a superior-subordinate relationship, the underlying dynamics are not something outsiders can easily speculate about.
Nalan Jingwen naturally heard this. Her expression was indifferent as she looked down at the man in her arms. After a pause, she said calmly, "Jingchi, if you drink the medicine now, I will allow you to go to Xuzhou with me."
It's unclear which word triggered the person in his arms, but their empty eyes slowly regained their light, and the blank expression on their face disappeared. They stiffly raised their heads and stared blankly at Nalan Jingwen.
The latter made no move, simply lowering his eyes to meet his gaze.
"If you intend to come to Xuzhou with me in this condition, then get off the bus now."
Nalan Jing could not discern any emotion in the voice; it was very calm, yet it sent a chill down the spine of the person in his arms, causing them to panic.
He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and low, "No..."
Upon hearing his reaction, Nalan Jing once again placed the medicine to his lips, saying, "Drink it."
Jingchi subconsciously obeyed her command and drank the medicine without spilling a drop. Even though the medicine was extremely bitter, he didn't even frown. After finishing, he looked at Nalan Jingwen with longing eyes.
Nalan Jing didn't even glance at him, his expression chillingly cold, and ordered his servants to send the doctor away.
The doctor left the medicine and was taken back by the servants. The carriage set off again. The man in the arms seemed to realize what was happening and subconsciously tried to break free from Nalan Jingwen's embrace, but Nalan Jingwen held him firmly and stopped his movements.
Guilt and unease welled up in his heart. He looked at Nalan Jingwen's delicate chin and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, I have caused you trouble."
He was just a servant, yet he caused the prince so much trouble; he deserves to die a thousand deaths.
Nalan Jingwen didn't even glance at him, his voice flat and even, simply stating, "Isn't it too late now that you realize you've caused me trouble?"
His cold tone made him tremble, his body temperature dropping inch by inch. He forced himself to suppress it, afraid of displeasing Nalan Jingwen. He lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her, and whispered, "This subordinate will accept the punishment."
"Please... don't be angry..."
Don't abandon him either.
He realized his mistake.
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing looked down at him with a condescending gaze. The red marks at the corners of his eyes were particularly noticeable, and his dark eyelashes trembled, casting a small shadow under his dark eyes. His rugged face softened, making him look pitiful. His cheeks were thin, and his chin was very pointed. When did he become so thin?
Nalan Jingwen felt the weight in her arms and remained silent. She hadn't paid attention to Jingchi for a long time. After returning to the palace, she was busy with a lot of things. When she had some free time, she spent it with the people in the palace. Jingchi was like her shadow, always watching her from the shadows and protecting her safety.
Nalan Jingwen remained silent, leading Jingchi to believe she was still angry. His unease grew, and he unconsciously bit his lip until his mouth was filled with the taste of blood, completely unaware of it. If Nalan Jingwen hadn't seen a trace of crimson blood spilling from his pale lips, which was too glaring to look at, and hadn't quickly pried his lips open, he would have seen blood dripping from his mouth.
"If you want to commit suicide, find a secluded place, don't die in front of me."
Nalan Jingwen's expression was extremely cold, and his words were naturally merciless. Liu Qingxu, who was standing to the side, sighed softly and remained silent.
Jingchi's eyes were frighteningly red, yet tears lingered, stubbornly refusing to fall. Hearing Nalan Jingwen's icy voice, as if it had been soaked in ice, he disregarded everything else and hurriedly pleaded, "Your subordinate was wrong, it was your subordinate who was wrong, your subordinate has caused you trouble..."
He was tongue-tied and only knew how to apologize repeatedly. He only knew that Nalan Jingwen was angry and he didn't want to see Nalan Jingwen angry. It was all because of him. He was like a block of wood, almost kneeling down to kowtow to Nalan Jingwen to apologize.
Outside the carriage, the wind and snow howled, and the biting cold wind made a piercing sound. As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast expanse of white. Inside the carriage, charcoal fire burned, providing warmth, but this warmth did not reach Jingchi at all. He felt ice-cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He was afraid—afraid that Nalan Jingwen would find him troublesome, and even more afraid that Nalan Jingwen would abandon him.
The words Nalan Jing asked him that day have been echoing in his ears for days, disturbing his peace. He cannot give an answer, nor can he make a choice.
If he could, he would rather die by Nalan Jingwen's side. He couldn't give Nalan Jingwen the answer she wanted, so he could only protect her day after day, using his own life to protect Nalan Jingwen.
So he wanted to follow Nalan Jingwen, wherever she went, whatever she did, to always be her shadow, even if she could never see him again, as long as she never abandoned him again.