Listening intently, Ji Qingchi heard no approaching footsteps. She sighed in relief, lifted the bedding, and suppressed her smile. With a serious expression, she bowed apologetically, "I'm truly sorry, Miss Su. There was no other choice but to resort to this strategy."
"...Cough...Cough...It's nothing..." Su Yi's face was still flushed, her hair disheveled, and her voice hoarse—it was obvious she wasn't alright.
But there was no other way. What the female lead said was true, and if they didn't pretend to be a couple, they would have been exposed.
Moreover, one point that was hard for her to say was that after the female lead suppressed her just now, the hot feeling in her body just now completely dissipated.
Her head was still a bit dizzy—probably from catching a chill through the window earlier, but thankfully, she checked herself and didn't feel feverish anymore. A bit more rest would do.
Su Yi's only consolation was that she was covered by the blanket when she was pressed down just now, so no one saw her face.
"Miss Su is completely soaked."
Ji Qingchi looked at the damp figure beside her, with wet hair clinging to her face and clothes sticking to her body from sweat. Ji Qingchi's heart melted at this sight, leaving her throat parched and dry.
She discreetly swallowed her saliva, her gaze shifted from Su Yi's snow-white skin to her pale face.
"Let me use my internal energy to dry your clothes, Miss Su?"
She felt sticky all over and was uncomfortable. Hearing Ji Qingchi say this, there was no reason not to agree. She hurriedly thanked her, "Thank you, Ninth Princess."
Ji Qingchi dried her clothes for her, even making her hair neat and refreshing.
Internal energy is indeed a good thing. In an instant, she felt much better all over her body. Su Yi was envious. She approached Ji Qingchi and asked, "Ninth Princess, how can I acquire this internal energy?"
Looking at her eager eyes, Ji Qingchi lightly chuckled and said, "Train for twelve years like a martial arts master, and you will possess it too."
Su Yi, "......"
Forget it. She's given up.
She wasn't the female lead seeking to dominate the world and establish a harem. As a mere cannon fodder, the most crucial thing for her was to have good food and drink.
When Ji Qingchi helped Su Yi just now, she also wrapped her in a fox fur coat.
"It's cold outside. Miss Su is fragile, so wear this."
"Thank you, Ninth Princess."
Su Yi wrapped herself in it and looked outside with some worry, "Should we leave?"
Those people might come back again, and logically, this is the safest place.
Ji Qingchi frowned, thinking hard when suddenly there was a muffled noise from the wardrobe.
Su Yi was startled and unconsciously leaned against Ji Qingchi.
Ji Qingchi enveloped her in a comforting embrace and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Miss Su, don't be afraid. When you fainted just now, I hid the Seventh Princess in the wardrobe."
After she finished speaking, the seventh princess stumbled out from the wardrobe, her head spinning and her senses blurred. She groaned softly, massaging her aching spot, before her gaze landed on Ji Qingchi hugging Su Yi. With a mix of shock and confusion, she exclaimed, "Little Nine, Miss Su? How did you end up together? Where are the Second and Third Princesses?"
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Historical FictionSu Yi was a workaholic. After working continuously for a period comparable to 007, she suddenly died in front of her computer. After waking up, she found out she had traveled through a book-a weak and sickly character mentioned only once and quickly...
