CHAPTER 1431: CHAPTER 1515: VEXED AT HEART

Dong Huiying: "..." How could this person be so fragile? She was utterly speechless. The most unsettling part was that this person, with a face so similar to the men in her family, displayed such a half-dead state. In agony before losing consciousness, and utterly desolate after, watching him made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Young master, young master!" Ah Lian was so anxious she nearly cried. She wanted to pry open the young master’s mouth, but his teeth were clenched too tightly. She was at a loss!

Dong Huiying: "...Why not use water to dissolve the pill first, and then pour it through the gap of his teeth?"

Ah Lian: "???"

Good idea, why hadn’t she thought of it?

Ah Lian slapped her forehead. Although a seemingly cold-hearted death soldier, at the crucial moment, she wasn’t calm at all. Dong Huiying, lying bed-ridden, could only watch helplessly as Ah Lian rushed to the table, poured a cup of tea, crushed the pill, dissolved it in the water, and then dashed back to the man’s side.

She held the man’s head, forming his mouth into a fish shape, brought the teacup close to his lips, and let the potion seep through the gaps of his teeth.

After a long while, the man’s clenched teeth loosened a little, and there was still half a cup of potion remaining.

Ah Lian, seizing the opportunity, immediately poured the rest of the potion into the man’s mouth.

The man unconsciously swallowed, and after a long while.

A groan, and the pallid-faced man slowly regained consciousness, only to suddenly spit out a mouthful of heartfelt blood upon waking.

"Young master!" Ah Lian was greatly alarmed.

Qinghe weakly waved his hand, "It’s nothing, help me to the next room, I want to rest." His voice was extremely hoarse, but there was a touch of crimson blood at the corner of his lips. The extreme whiteness, the extreme red, coupled with his naturally striking looks, accentuated a few degrees of heart-wrenching, poignant beauty.

Dong Huiying stopped herself mid-thought, choosing to avert her gaze to avoid further vexation. This ’young master’ resembled her family men too closely, especially in that sickly manner, eerily similar to Shu Yu of the past.

Alas! Dong Huiying sighed lightly. Her ears caught the sound of their footsteps. The man walked away very slowly, with heavy, dragging steps that, inexplicably, only increased Dong Huiying’s irritation.

Ah Lian escorted Qinghe to the next room. She still worried about Qinghe’s health. But Qinghe waved his hand lazily: "Go down."

Ah Lian had a look of wanting to speak but refraining, and finally said: "Then young master, rest early." To her, the young master was an extremely important figure, like a reborn parent. If possible, she truly wished the young master could live as he did many years ago, with less worry, fearlessly being himself without forcing himself to learn calmness, composure, or strategy.

Living like this, indeed, is too exhausting.

Ah Lian carefully recalled, in the young master’s life, only one period was truly the best. At that time, Marshal Baowei had yet to set out, and the young master was very close to him. Regardless of the initial reason or the original purpose, in front of that person, the young master’s smiles were genuine, his anger sincere, even if he initially intended to hide his true nature, once emotions stirred, many things, many changes, became beyond control.

Back then, Marshal Baowei returned triumphantly but was afflicted with the Devouring God Gu. The young master, somehow learning the news, was convinced that the capital would inevitably fall into chaos, and that the Eighth and Ninth Princesses must contend with each other. In the young master’s view, the Eighth Princess had a much greater chance of winning than the Ninth Princess. So, the young master married into the Imperial Palace.