Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

The Little Princess in the Palace (5)

  "This girl's body is too weak. We can't use strong medicine now. We can only take care of her slowly and carefully."

  "Are you sure you can cure him?"

  "...I can't guarantee it." He considered it for a moment and finally chose to tell the truth.

  "Got it." Rong Yan waved his hand and asked him to leave. "Butler, take the prescription to the clinic to get the medicine."

  ...

  There were only two people left in the house.

  Rong Yan took a cloth and dipped it in warm water, and gently wiped her face, being careful not to hurt her by accident.

  His fingertips fell on Ruan Ruan's lightly furrowed brows and lightly touched -

  Of course he knew the face.

  Su Hong once brought a portrait, which depicted the face in front of him.

  At that time, Su Hong's daughter ran away. At his suggestion, Su Hong brought an adopted daughter from outside into the palace to replace her.

  When the candidate was decided, Su Hong specially sent a portrait to him for review. At that time, he was indifferent and just glanced at it casually before sending it back.

  At the same time, I also sent him a message, asking him to make his own decision.

  Rong Yan boasted that he was a master strategist, that every step was carefully planned and that he never regretted anything. Only incompetent people would be obsessed with what had already happened.

  But now, for the first time in my life, I feel regret...

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  When Ruan Ruan woke up, her ears were buzzing, her head was dizzy, and her throat was so dry that it felt like smoking.

  A glass of water was handed to her mouth. She tried to raise her body, and a hand reached to her shoulder to help her raise her head slightly.

  Ruan Ruan swallowed the warm water in the cup in big gulps. She drank too quickly and accidentally choked on the water. She covered her mouth and started coughing violently.

  "Cough—cough—"

  Rong Yan patted her to help her breathe more smoothly.

  "Drink slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you."

  Ruan Ruan finally calmed down and looked in the direction of his voice.

  "Who are you?"

  "My name is Rong Yan." He still did not let go of the hand that was controlling her breathing.

  Ruan Ruan's eyes moved around, looking at the obviously unfamiliar environment in front of her, and the sky-blue curtain swayed gently above her head.  

  Then his eyes fell on his face.

  Her face is as beautiful as jade and her eyes are as bright as stars.

  Her eyebrows were sharp, and her clear eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. Her long black hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, her nose was tall and delicate, and her lips were lightly pink, which made her look very pretty.

  She had heard the name.

  "You saved me." The voice was firm yet weak.

  "Aren't you afraid of His Majesty's blame? He hates me very much, he won't let me go so easily..."

  Ruan Ruan certainly didn't want to persuade him to send her back. The tyrant was obviously torturing her to death, and she was afraid that she would soon become cannon fodder... What strategy was there to talk about? She could only think of a way to save her life first.

  But this matter itself has nothing to do with him, she can't hurt others just for her own sake...

  "Now that you know my identity, it's not too late to let me go back!" Ruan Ruan pretended to be indifferent and held her head high and spoke stubbornly.

  I don't know how aggrieved I am.

  Rong Yan saw through her clumsy disguise at a glance, but did not expose her.

  "Since I brought you out, I naturally know the consequences. Don't worry, I won't send you back easily."

  Ruan Ruan's true emotions were revealed, and she looked at him eagerly, "Thank you! I will definitely repay you in the future."

  Rong Yan laughed.

  ...

  The butler came in with a tray.

  The medicinal juice in the bowl was still steaming and smoking, and it was obvious that it had just been boiled and brought over.

  The butler stood aside holding a tray. Rong Yan held the bowl with a towel under it and stirred it gently with a spoon.

  The slender fingers gently pinched the handle of the spoon, and the bone china-like hands were even whiter than the spoon.

  Ruan Ruan half leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the bowl of medicine in front of her, she remembered what she drank in the palace some time ago.

  A feeling of bitterness surged up like an illusion.

  "...Can I not drink it?"

  (End of this chapter)