Chapter 33: Two Choices
A cloud-like curl, a jade-like tassel, a light and thin shirt made of silk gauze, eyebrows like delicate willow leaves.
She is still so beautiful even when she's ill, beautifully heartbreaking, unbearable to touch.
Yuan Longqiao suppressed the cough in his throat, and with a burning anger, he glared at Xiuniang and Fengliu, causing both of them to lower their heads.
In the summer, she had no strength at all, and could only rely on Xiu Niang and Feng Lai's support to barely stand up. It almost took all her energy to walk from the bedroom to here.
Her pupils contracted, and at the bottom of her eyes was an indelible sense of pity and sadness. "Tian'er, come home with big brother," Xiaoyang stretched out his hand to her, his pale palm slightly sweaty, this decision had to be made by herself, even if he wanted to protect her so much.
"Go back to your room and rest first. The King of Japan will personally escort you back to the Guardian General's mansion." Yuan Longqiao also stretched out his hand towards her.
Two palms were placed in front of her at the same time.
Yuan Longqiao and Xia Yang's eyes met for a moment before parting, the hostility in each other's eyes not hidden at all.
Zhou Song stood at the door with his tongue tied, while Xiuniang and Fengli were also holding their breaths, extremely nervous.
She stretched out her hand, and Xia Tian unhesitatingly placed his hand on hers. The warmth of his palm was familiar to her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about going home, a luxury that now seemed so extravagant to her.
This was her second rejection, Yuan Longqiao clenched his teeth, his face turned pale with a hint of black, and the veins on his forehead bulged. His hand awkwardly appeared beside their clasped hands, looking lonely and superfluous.
Xia Yang's heart was surging with wild joy, his breathing was uneven, and even holding her hand couldn't stop his fingers from trembling slightly.
The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, as if just one spark would set it off immediately. Except for Xia Yang and Xia Tian, everyone's eyes were fixed on Yuan Longqiao, waiting in fear for his explosion.
Silent.
Like the calm before a storm...
"Princess, your shoes!" A crisp voice suddenly broke in, neatly breaking the silence that had stuck in the air.
Yuan Longqiao's gaze quickly dropped, and before it had even landed on Xia Tian's skirt hem, someone else was quicker to make that skirt flutter up. His eyes followed it upwards, only to see Xia Yang already embracing her in his arms.
"How can you not wear shoes!" The tone was one of mild rebuke. "Big brother knows you're in a hurry to get home, but the ground is so cold!"
Obediently nodding her head, Xia Tian leaned into his arms and closed her eyes.
Also ignoring Yuan Longqiao, Xia Yang hugged Xia Tian and strode out in big steps.
His face was as taut as a tightly strung bowstring, and his originally angular features were now even more austere. Suppressing the surge of anger, Yuan Long raised his hand and waved it lightly. Meng'er was stunned for a moment before grabbing her shoes and chasing after him again.
I didn't expect Your Highness would let Miss go so easily, Feng Lian hurriedly paid her respects and followed up.
His body suddenly arched, and Yuan Long couldn't help but let out a suppressed cough.
"Your Highness!" Zhou Song and Xiū Niáng were shocked, hastily rushing forward to support him.
Yuan Longqiao coughed, his forehead beaded with sweat, his face as white as snow. Brushing aside the hands of the two people, he struggled to hold back the discomfort in his throat and walked heavily out of the front hall. The sunlight shone on him, then scattered behind him, falling to the ground in golden fragments.
"Your Highness!" Zhou Song followed him worriedly, neither daring to get close nor willing to stay far.
Her vision blurred, Xiū Niáng raised her hand to wipe it away, gazing at the lonely and desolate back figure, she let out a soft sigh.
In the carriage returning to the General's mansion, he fell into a coma in the summer and by nightfall his condition suddenly worsened, with a high fever that would not subside, and he sank into a deep coma.
Xia Jingting paced back and forth in the house, while Jingfei and Fengli were busy changing Xia Tian's cold compress.
Originally a melon-seed-shaped face, now emaciated with an even sharper chin. The pale complexion had two cheeks flushed with abnormal redness, the long eyelashes cast deep brown shadows, and the delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, while the bloodless lips had a layer of white skin flakes bursting forth.
Xia Yang stood quietly to the side, as calm and composed as ever. But no one knew how tense he was at this moment, even with the enemy's steel knife in front of him, he had never been so flustered before. Endless worries were like a flood beast, plowing his heart into deep and bottomless trenches.
"Bring Lord Qin over again." Xia Jingting finally growled, unable to hold back his temper.
"Father!" Xiaoyang suddenly turned around, "Tian'er's condition has not improved at all, I'm afraid we need to invite a royal physician to be on the safe side."
It's not that easy to invite a doctor. Xia Jingting looked at Xia Yang with a complex expression for a long time, gritted her teeth, and ordered the guards outside: "Prepare the horses, enter the palace."
"Yes." Jingchu bowed and turned around, only to run into Ninth Lady who was hurrying over.
"Old Master," Ninth Madame said breathlessly, without bothering to smooth out her clothes, "Someone from the Ling Wang Fu has arrived, saying they've come under the orders of the Third Prince to deliver medicine to Tian'er!"
Her face slightly tense, Xia Jingting hesitated for a moment before saying seriously: "Let them in."
Jing Fan inadvertently caught a glimpse of Xia Yang's tightly clenched fist and was taken aback for a moment. Following his gaze, she looked over - it was Summer! Her mind stirred slightly, a kind of tension that made her dare not probe deeply yet couldn't ignore slowly filled the blood in her body.
