I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 412 I didn't ask you to guard it!

After a long silence from Feng Jing, Zhang Qian couldn't help but urge, "How is the situation?"

Feng Jing sighed: "He looks like he's about to die."

The two were shocked and cried out in pain, "Your Highness!"

Thinking of how Prince Rui had risked injuring himself to protect them and threaten the guards, the two were overcome with grief and wept uncontrollably, as if Prince Rui were already dead.

Feng Jing: ?
They were just about to die, he didn't say he couldn't save them, so why are they crying?
He said quietly, "If you keep crying, Prince Rui will really be beyond saving."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qian and the other man choked up simultaneously, hastily wiping away their tears, and asked in trembling voices, "Is there any hope for His Highness?"

Feng Jing: "It'll be gone soon."

The two: !!
"Come on, help me take off his clothes." Feng Jing instructed the two men, while simultaneously telling Chen Xing to retrieve the life-saving medicine from Chu Liuzheng's body.

Fortunately, Chu Liuzheng carried it with him; otherwise, given Prince Rui's condition, he might have really died.

Thinking of this, Feng Jing couldn't help but suspect that Chu Liuzheng wanted this medicine for Prince Rui, but after careful consideration, he felt it was impossible. Chu Liuzheng couldn't possibly have known the future, could he?

Normally, Zhang Qian and Jiang Zhou would have argued that it was against propriety and extremely disrespectful. How could they strip Prince Rui of his clothes while he was unconscious?
But in such a critical situation, they couldn't worry about anything else in order to save lives.

Chen Xing got up and walked towards Chu Liuzheng.

In order to impersonate Chu Liuzheng, Yin Lanci searched almost everything on her body, even changing her clothes.

The sapphire ring wasn't actually hers; it belonged to Zheng Qianqian. His knife hilt was missing a sapphire. After falling into the water, Zheng Qianqian dragged Chu Liuzheng ashore, and the ring fell out of his sleeve pocket without him noticing.

Chu Liuzheng had sewn the pill into his undergarment, originally just worried that it would fall out, but unexpectedly it saved him from disaster.

Even though the pill was wrapped in paper, it had become soft and limp like a lump of dough when Chenxing took it out. It flattened as soon as it was squeezed.

Zhang Qian and Jiang Zhou looked at the pill lying in Chen Xing's palm with complicated expressions. It was soaked in water, how could it still be effective?

"We'll try anything, even if it's a dead end." Feng Jing picked two fruits of the Crimson Pearl Grass, had Chen Xing crush them, mixed them with the pills, and then pried open Prince Rui's mouth to feed them to him.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Feng Jing checked Prince Rui's pulse and had Jiang Zhou and Zhang Qian help him sit up so he could begin acupuncture.

The morning star held up a precious pearl to illuminate him.

The shimmering white light illuminated Prince Rui's pale, bloodless face.
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Chu Liuzheng didn't sleep well, partly because she was sick and uncomfortable, and partly because she was having a dream.

She dreamed again of the hall that resembled the Hall of Mental Cultivation and that shimmering light.

She saw what was inside the shimmering light for the first time, and then...

"A ghost!" The person on the bed screamed and suddenly sat up, his face pale and his forehead covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Along with the screams, there was a loud "bang".

Xiao Jingfan, who was guarding the bedside and saw that Chu Liuzheng was sleeping restlessly and kept muttering in his sleep, tried to get closer to listen to what he was hearing, but was knocked to the ground by the person who suddenly sat up. He looked confused and his forehead hurt a lot.

Zhou Yuande came in when he heard the noise and saw that his emperor was sitting on the ground. He couldn't help but exclaim "Ouch!" and quickly ran over to help him up: "Your Majesty, how did you fall?"

Xiao Jingfan then came to his senses, stood up with the help of him, his forehead flushed.

Chu Liuzheng, clutching his pounding chest, met Xiao Jingfan's gaze. Seeing the emperor's flushed forehead, he slowly realized what he had just done.

Oh my god, did I knock the tyrant over?

She raised her hand to touch her forehead, and couldn't help but hiss in pain, belatedly realizing that it hurt so much that tears welled up in her eyes.

[Funny! What kind of iron forehead does the tyrant have? Couldn't he have moved aside a bit when he saw me getting up?]

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

He actually wanted to!
He plopped down on the edge of the bed and ordered Zhou Yuande, "Go get the medicine."

Seeing their identical red foreheads, Zhou Yuande decisively abandoned the liniment he had left in the tent and ran out to find Feng Jing. The tent was now empty except for the two of them; they stared at each other, the atmosphere inexplicably awkward.

Why does the tyrant look at me like he does when I suddenly reappear after disappearing for ten or eight years?

Chu Liuzheng felt extremely uncomfortable under the gaze, her eyes darting around: "Your Majesty, this servant was not—"

She had barely begun to speak when suddenly her back tightened, and she was pulled into a sandalwood-scented embrace.

Chu Liuzheng: ? ? ?

Chu Liuzheng: !!!

She raised her hand to push him away, but then heard a low, hoarse voice in her ear: "You were unconscious for five days, and I watched over you for five days."

The hands around her waist tightened even more, as if trying to meld her into his very bones.

Chu Liuzheng, who was in a little pain: "..."

I didn't ask you to guard it.

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

Chu Liuzheng thought he heard teeth grinding, but upon closer listening, he realized it was just his imagination.

Uh...should I thank the tyrant?

Wait a minute! I've been unconscious for five days! I haven't eaten for five days?!

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

Can this woman even grasp the key point?

He said helplessly, "Doctor Feng said you would wake up today. I have already ordered someone to cook meat porridge, which will be sent over in a little while."

Chu Liuzheng said "Oh" and raised his hand to push the person.

He's holding her and won't let go, she's not a body pillow!

"Don't move." Xiao Jingfan used his arms to pull the person, blanket and all, onto his lap, encircling the person completely in his arms.

Before Chu Liuzheng could react, he suddenly became a human-shaped pillow for a certain emperor.

The steady, powerful beat of my heart filled my ears, the strong, muscular thighs beneath me gave me a sense of calm and soothing incense. But... something just wasn't right!
She felt flustered and shifted nervously: "Could you please let go first?"

[Just talk, don't get physical!]

"No." Xiao Jingfan felt the blanket was in the way, but considering Chu Liuzheng's recurring fevers, he didn't dare to lift it rashly and could only make do with holding her. He rested his chin on the top of Chu Liuzheng's head and gently rubbed it.

Chu Liuzheng felt a chill run down her spine, as if things were developing like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, galloping wildly in a direction she didn't want.

She was only missing for a day, wasn't she?

Why does the tyrant seem like a completely different person?

Please bring back that tyrant who glares and throws tantrums at the drop of a hat!!

She can't handle this one!
She still tried to salvage the situation: "Your Majesty, this servant—"

Xiao Jingfan: "Would you like to know about Thousand-Foot Cliff?"

Chu Liuzheng hesitated for a second, then decisively abandoned what he originally wanted to say and nodded slightly: "I want to."

This is truly the instinct of a bystander.

Xiao Jingfan smiled slightly, smoothed the long hair of the person in his arms that was draped behind their head, and slowly recounted the events of the past few days in a gentle voice.

He deliberately spoke in detail, occasionally teasing Chu Liuzheng, and then said it before Chu Liuzheng opened the system, so that Chu Liuzheng would unconsciously forget that he was still being used as a pillow, lean against his chest, and listen attentively to him.