CHAPTER 222: CHAPTER 220 ACCIDENTAL INJURY EXTRA UPDATE 4

Ever since Xie Liangchen encountered Xiao Chi last time, she had been training her boxing and kicking skills more diligently.

Besides being taught by Chen Yongsheng and Chen Yongyi, Tian Huizhen also practiced with her, exchanging moves they learned. Tian Huizhen had picked up many techniques from the guards of her family’s caravan, which were practical from their frequent travels.

Xie Liangchen believed she had improved a lot and was confident that next time she encountered Liao spies, she wouldn’t be as embarrassed. But as fate would have it, she used her skills on Song Xian instead.

Chen Yongsheng had said that moves should be used steadily, accurately, and swiftly.

Xie Liangchen practiced hard in this area, thus the punch she threw this time was much faster than when she faced a drunken Song Xian before and she used all her strength.

However, before this punch landed on Song Xian, it was intercepted mid-air by a burning hot palm, followed by long fingers tightly clasping her entire fist.

Xie Liangchen furrowed her brows, curling her other elbow towards his chest, only to be blocked by Song Xian’s arm.

After gaining the upper hand with two consecutive moves, Song Xian wore a smile on his face, seemingly very pleased with himself, as he boastfully said to Xie Liangchen, "You didn’t hit me."

The young girl’s face flushed red, her eyes filled with anger, and her voice was cold: "Let go."

Her fury left him momentarily stunned, as he suddenly became aware of the softness beneath his palm.

Though Song Xian was drunk, some of his reactions were instinctual. He could speak to her but could not be abrupt; he wanted to get close to her but could not be frivolous.

Something suddenly tugged in Song Xian’s mind, and like a child who made a mistake, he hastily let go of her hand.

Xie Liangchen’s hand broke free from the constraints, fearing that Song Xian might restrain her again, decided to strike first, swinging her fist towards his abdomen.

This time, it landed firmly on his chest and stomach.

Song Xian had been training soldiers these days, often sparring closely with the Deputy General, and during such close encounters, when her punch landed, his body naturally retaliated. Song Xian grabbed Xie Liangchen’s wrist, intending to throw her, but realized something midway and hastily held back his strength.

The pull made Xie Liangchen stagger, a move so familiar to her as she had been thrown like this thrice before.

Xie Liangchen attempted to stabilize herself, only to be pulled back by Song Xian when her body was about to lunge forward, and suddenly the gap between them closed. Not knowing his intention, she embarrassingly raised her leg and hit him squarely.

Time seemed to stop.

Xie Liangchen watched as Song Xian bent over, his face filled with pain, then slid down to sit on the ground.

It seemed she hit where she shouldn’t have. These were moves taught by the guards of the Tian Family; she didn’t intend to use them, but just now... she thought he was making an inappropriate move.

But upon reflection, it seemed Song Xian only wanted to pull her back.

If it were the usual Song Xian, she wouldn’t have succeeded in her attempt. Now, taking advantage of his drunkenness, she used such heavy force, which somewhat took advantage of and bullied the weak.

"Uncle," Xie Liangchen whispered, "are you okay?"

Song Xian curled up on the ground, saying nothing.

Originally, it should have been her who was angry, but now it turned around, and she felt sorry for Song Xian. Clearly, she could walk away now, but she couldn’t move her feet.

"Uncle," Xie Liangchen took two steps forward, "if you..."

If you’re uncomfortable, maybe we should call a doctor to take a look.

The issue was, in such matters, calling a doctor seemed inappropriate, and it couldn’t be explained to outsiders.

Song Xian hung his head, his neck exposed from his collar. Xie Liangchen stood beside him, looking down, feeling he was innocent and pitiable, although she knew deep down that it was all an illusion.

"I’ll find Chang An!" Xie Liangchen’s voice unknowingly became gentle.

In the midst of intense pain, someone sobered up a bit: "No need."

Xie Liangchen stopped in her tracks, unsure how clear Song Xian was now.

After a while, Song Xian finally came to his senses, and when he looked up, he didn’t seem to be in as much pain.

Xie Liangchen felt relieved.

Xie Liangchen asked Song Xian, "Can you get up? I’ll help you sit for a while."

After being hit, Song Xian became much more compliant. He extended his arm, allowing Xie Liangchen to assist him earnestly.

The moment Song Xian stood up, Xie Liangchen touched the back of his hand.

His skin was scalding hot.

Xie Liangchen was momentarily stunned, sensing earlier during the fight, and now confirming it wasn’t an illusion.

It seemed as though Song Xian was feverish. Could he have fallen ill from getting drenched a few days ago?

Xie Liangchen sighed, karma was indeed real. Owing too many debts, in the end, they all had to be repaid. Song Xian being sick, drunk, and beaten was nearly all connected to her, so she couldn’t stand by and do nothing.

Once seated, Xie Liangchen looked at Song Xian and said, "Show me your wrist, and I’ll check your pulse."

It was difficult to buy medicine at night, so if there wasn’t a major issue, she would help him rest in the east wing with her brother. Of course, if Chang An could be found to take Song Xian back, it would be even better.

Considering the commotion, Chang An and Chang Yue hadn’t shown up, Xie Liangchen could roughly guess why — either Song Xian sent them away, or they purposefully let their master run wild.

From the pulse, it was merely cold dampness invading the body, and Xie Liangchen felt at ease.

"Does it..." Xie Liangchen pressed her lips, "still hurt?"

Song Xian slightly raised his head, his dark eyes soft, indescribably compliant, "A little."

It shouldn’t be a serious injury.

Xie Liangchen said, "Should I help you to the east wing to squeeze in with my brother?"

Song Xian’s lips formed a smile, "Okay."

It seemed that was the only option.

Xie Liangchen left one lamp lit to guide the way, extinguishing the rest, and then returned to Song Xian’s side, "Can you walk by yourself?"

Offering support was just a temporary tactic; if he could walk, she naturally wouldn’t extend her hand.

Song Xian propped himself up on the table, slowly standing up, following her forward.

After some time, they reached an understanding. Xie Liangchen breathed a sigh of relief, knowing it would have been better to let two drunkards be together from the start.

They walked those few steps rather slowly, with Xie Liangchen stealing glances at Song Xian, observing that his walking posture was the same as usual, which made her completely relax.

Chen Zigeng on the kang had already sprawled out in a "大" shape, fortunately, the place was spacious enough to easily accommodate two people.

"Sleep," Xie Liangchen said to Song Xian, it was her first time watching a man sleep.

Nonetheless, after all this trouble, Song Xian wasn’t over his drunkenness, still wanting to chat with her.

"Liangchen, you’re not leaving the courtyard, right?"

Xie Liangchen wanted to cover Song Xian’s mouth.

"I’m not leaving, it’s so late, I’ll rest at my aunt’s quarters."

Song Xian nodded assuredly, "I don’t want you to leave, there are people outside..."

Xie Liangchen had no idea what Song Xian was talking about, who was outside?

Song Xian continued, "There are Liao people... and Princess Jiahui... and the Su Family... I don’t want Su Huaiqing to see you... Liangchen, I don’t want..."

Xie Liangchen became anxious, she lowered her head and blew out the lamp, giving Song Xian no more chances to speak, and quickly walked out.