After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to renew his life

Chapter 80 Yue Huan, I Voluntarily

Jiang Qi's face changed, and it was too late to cover it up.

Yan Qi tore off the blood-stained bandage and looked at the deep and shallow knife wounds, old and new.

Tears rolled down suddenly, hitting Jiang Qi's wrist one by one.

Jiang Qi's palms trembled slightly, and he looked at Yue Huan stiffly.

she cried?
"What exactly is going on?"

Yan Qi choked up, wanting to touch the wound on Jiang Qi's wrist, but his trembling fingertips hesitated to drop it.

Didn't she drink Jiang Qi's blood?

Why cut wrists, and why are there so many new injuries?

"Yuehuan..."

Jiang Qi looked at Yue Huan's tears as if his throat was stuffed with cotton, and called her name in a hoarse voice.

The blood on the wrist continued to flow, Yan Qi curled up into a ball, tightly grasped the position of the heart, and cried out in pain.

"what--"

She whimpered and cried bitterly, like a trapped animal.

Jiang Qi's eyes turned painful, thinking that it was Yue Huan's heartache that intensified.

He hastily hugged her into his arms, put his bleeding wrist to her lips, and said anxiously: "Yue Huan, drink."

"Maybe it will work!"

This sentence directly stimulated Yan Qi's nerves, she cried and pushed Jiang Qi away suddenly with red eyes, "Go away!"

Yan Qi's voice was sharp, and she looked at the dark-faced Jiang Qi with tears in her eyes:
"Stay away from me! I said I don't want to drink your blood!"

"Why? Why do you want to drink it for me again and again?!"

Yan Qi was going crazy. If she didn't understand those scars, her life would be in vain.

She self-righteously thought that every attack she had survived was actually Jiang Qi saving her with blood.

Wen Mo said that her illness could not be suppressed by medicine.

Temporary suppression can also cause repeated attacks.

She also sneered at Wen Mo's incompetence in medicine, but in fact she was the complete fool!
"Who is it? Who is forcing you?!"

"...my royal father is still Canglan?"

Apart from them, Yan Qi couldn't think of anyone who would make Jiang Qi continue to do such a thing.

"No one is forcing me!"

Jiang Qi approached Yue Huan, raised his hand to wipe away her tears, and repeated in a low voice: "Yue Huan, no one is forcing me."

"I voluntarily."

Yan Qi's tears fell even more fiercely, how could he do it voluntarily.

He was forced to come to Yuezhi, was forced to donate blood to Yuehuan, and was forced to lose the dignity of the prince.

How could it be voluntary.

"Is someone threatening you?"

"Did my father arrange someone beside me?" That made you dare not leave easily?

Yan Qi always wanted to ask, she couldn't get an answer from Yiqi, but her intuition told her that Jiang Qi must know something.

Jiang Qi sighed softly, took out a clean handkerchief and wiped Yue Huan's tears carefully, "Don't cry."

"No one forced me, let alone threatened me."

Jiang Qi automatically ignored the second question, and then looked at her little pear face with rain.

He pointed to his heart and asked her:
"Are you... still hurting here?"

Yan Qi was taken aback, what?
Was he listening to what she was saying...

Suddenly, Yan Qi stroked his heart, really, it didn't hurt anymore.

She didn't notice it at all.

Yan Qi stared blankly at Jiang Qi's eyes, then shook his head: "...it doesn't hurt anymore."

Jiang Qi breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

Asking her to drink blood, she resisted so much.

If it still hurts, he has to use a special method...

Jiang Qi took out a new bandage to bind his wound, and successfully diverted Yue Huan's attention.

Yan Qi slowly moved back to Jiang Qi's side, grabbed the bandage in Jiang Qi's hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll help you."

Jiang Qi looked at the pain in Yue Huan's eyes, and rubbed her hair, "It doesn't hurt, don't be sad."

Yan Qi remained silent, carefully applied the wound medicine for him, and then carefully tied the bandage for him.

"Jiang Qi, can you leave me alone?"

Jiang Qi froze, "What does this mean?"

Yan Qi bent his knees, hugged him with both hands, and looked at Jiang Qi beside him with a calm expression.

"Jiang Qi, I'm dying."

"I'm destined to not live to be 20 years old, so don't waste your blood."

"I... hurt you before, but I won't do it again."

"Jiang Qi, you are free."

Looking at Yue Huan's calm eyes like water, Jiang Qi suddenly felt a little scared, and he always felt that Yue Huan should go on talking.

What she said would definitely break his heart.

He still doesn't listen.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qi stood up suddenly, almost fleeing:
"Hungry, I'm going to buy food."

"Jiang Qi—!"

Yan Qi yelled anxiously, but he couldn't call Jiang Qi back.

Yan Qi watched Jiang Qi's disappearing back, and slowly fell down on the bed.

She covered her heart, how could this be?

She clearly told Canglan not to take Jiang Qi's blood, why did he lie to her?

So, did she drink his blood when she was unconscious?

Then last night...

She also pretended to be clever and wanted to hide it from Jiang Qi.

But it turned out that he knew everything.

Yan Qi smiled foolishly, and the tears that had just been suppressed with a smile flowed down again.

After Jiang Qi left the room, his eyes sank slightly. When did it start?
He was so scared, afraid to leave Yue Huan's side.

she says--

Jiang Qi, you are free.

Isn't this what he has been pursuing for five years in a state of embarrassment?

How could he run away...

It took a while for Jiang Qi to serve the food and return to the room, watching the bed curled up into a ball, only the moon on top of his head was left.

Jiang Qi lightened his steps, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, gently pulling the quilt, "Aren't you bored?"

"Get up and eat."

Yan Qi lifted the quilt, his red and swollen eyes lost all light, and stared straight at Jiang Qi who was looking down on her.

Jiang Qi met Yue Huan's silent gaze, silently took her hand and helped her up.

Gently help her tidy her sleepy hair and loose pearls.

Yan Qi let him do more and more skillful movements.

She had just carefully traced Jiang Qi's emotional line. In the original book, he really hated Yue Huan to the bone, otherwise he would not have punished Yue Huan, who was already sick and weak.

So now why is she so gentle and delicate towards the person she should hate to the bone?
Also, why cut the blood to save her?

Isn't he the one who wished her to die the most?

"Jiang Qi, are you..."

Yan Qi wanted to ask something, but looking at Jiang Qi's dark eyes, she couldn't say anything.

"Forget it, let's eat."

Yan Qi took the lead to stagger Jiang Qi and walked to the dinner table and sat down.

Jiang Qi stretched out his hand to pull, but stopped.

He looked at Yue Huan's back, a gloomy and paranoid gradually appeared in his dim eyes.

Yan Qi neatly arranged Jiang Qi's bowls and chopsticks, put them on the other side, and asked, "Where are we?"

She was resting in the carriage all the way, and just after getting out of the carriage and experiencing such a thing, she really didn't know where she was.

"Pingyang."

"We will arrive in Gusu tomorrow."

Jiang Qi calmed down and sat down beside Yan Qi.

Yan Qi nodded when she heard the words, but she was about to arrive, and her body delayed a lot of travel along the way.

I don't know how Yuejue is doing in Dongjizhou, and whether he has received the news she handed him.

Yan Qi looked at the exquisite dishes in front of her, and took a chopstick to look at the fragrant and spicy fried yellow beef. She always felt that there was no taste in her mouth.

Strange uncomfortable.

After a while, Yan Xi paused.

She picked up several other dishes and tried them one by one, all with the same result.

Jiang Qi noticed her strangeness, and his face turned pale: "...what's wrong?"

Yan Qi looked at Jiang Qi absent-mindedly.

She can't taste it anymore.

(End of this chapter)