Chapter 112: Husband Holding Your Hand
g anxious, seeing that the competition in the north was drawing to a close. If they didn't do something, the princess would surely lose the third round."Keep calm, keep calm, come eat melon seeds."Giv...Qingyuan Xiazhu.
"Big brother, my goal is to cure Mo Xiaoxi and get the medical expenses, not to kill her."
As a needle pierced Mo Xiaoxi's acupuncture point, Yun Anan felt a shiver run down her spine as she was scrutinized by Mo Chenjun.
This guy has been staring at her ever since she came in, afraid that she'll kill Mo Xiaoxi.
Yun An'an was too lazy to pay attention to the gazes behind her, and changed her posture, kneeling on one knee.
It's not that we necessarily need to treat patients in this kneeling position, but... it's less painful.
Damn it!
I get so angry just thinking about it.
That damn Beichen Yi, after keeping me up all night, he still won't let me sleep in the morning.
You just wait for me, this revenge, she will repay tenfold!!!
Having sensed the gloomy aura surrounding Yun An'an, Mo Chenjun's purple eyes flashed with a cold light beneath his mask.
"When will Xiao Xi recover"
> “It can take as long as ten or eight years.”
The last needle pierced Mo Xiaoxi's acupoint, and the pale-faced girl looked like a hedgehog.
Suddenly, the girl who had been lying on the icy bed sat up, spurting blood from her mouth, staining the floor red.
Upon seeing this, Mo Chen panicked.
With a flash, he drew his sword from his waist and plunged it straight into Yun An's heart.
If this sword strikes, even if a great immortal descended to earth, it would be of no avail.
Just as the long sword was about to strike, Yun Anan darted aside, dodging the fatal blow.
Being emotionally devastated by the incident with Beichen Yi, she now faces Mo Chenjun who wants to kill her without understanding the situation.
With your intelligence, how could you possibly become the head of the Demon Sect
Before Mo Chen could even react, Yun An'an took a step forward, transforming her palm into a blade and aiming for his lifeline.
Two masters clashed, their skills evident in the simplicity of their movements.
The guards standing outside the door of the underground room took a peek inside, well, it was a real brawl in there.
They had never seen anyone survive three moves from the Demon Lord's hands before. What was this Yi Princess's background
"As expected of Bei Chen Yi's woman, she is worthy of being my opponent."
The sword in his hand struck again, Mo Chenjun wasn't going to keep circling with Yun Anan any longer.
"This deity wants you to be buried with me."
"Brother..."
A faint female voice sounded as Mo Xiaoxi, who had coughed up a large amount of black blood, lay on the icy bed. She weakly turned her head and in her blurry vision, she saw Mo Chenjun.
"Brother, is that really you"
Although the voice was small and pitiful, Mo Chenjun still heard his sister's voice.
He retracted his long sword and took a few steps to stand beside Mo Xiaoxi. Looking at his sister who had awakened, the man's purple eyes beneath the mask couldn't contain his joy.
"Little Xi, it's me, I'm your brother."
"Brother."
Not until she confirmed that the man before her was her brother did a single tear roll down Mo Xiaoxi's cheek, which filled Mo Chenjun with heartache.
This touching scene of siblings reuniting made people cry, but Yun An'an didn't think so.
"Die!"
Yun An'an, standing behind Mo Chenjun, kicked out with one foot, swinging around and kicking towards the man.
The wary Mo Chenjun took a step back, narrowly avoiding being kicked in the head by Yun An'an. But his silver mask fell to the ground.
That was a face of breathtaking beauty, with skin like jade and violet eyes that radiated an otherworldly mystique. His expression was wickedly alluring.
"It seems I misunderstood you."
Mo Chen knew he was worrying too much about Mo Xiaoxi misunderstanding Yun An'an, but who knew that Yun An'an wouldn't even listen to his explanation and attacked him with deadly moves.
I don't know how long it had been, but Yun Anan was tired and hid under the icy bed, panting heavily.
"If it weren't for Bei Chen Yi Qian's meddling, I would have ripped your head off and used it as a ball today!"
"What are you talking about You think you can just draw your sword and kill me whenever you want Do you really think I'm a pig at the slaughterhouse, waiting for you to decide my fate"
"He looks quite human, but he doesn't do anything at all. You're the Demon Sect Master Don't you guys have any brains"
Yun An'an grumbled about her resentment, and took the opportunity to scold Bei Chen Yi.
"Fed up Have some water."
The Demon Sect leader personally served tea, which could be considered an apology.
"Well, a cup of tea can get things talking. Let me tell you, there's nothing that can't be solved with a couple hundred thousand yuan."
"Good."
Now, whatever Yun'an says, Mo Chen will agree to.
He saw Xiaoxi, who had been unconscious, wake up with his own eyes. He no longer questioned Yun An'an's medical skills.
He readily agreed to any terms Yun An'an proposed, even those that were excessive.
"Your Highness, how long will it take for Xiao Xi to fully recover"
Mo Xiaoxi, who had just woken up, fell back into sleep. Seeing Yun'an carefully remove the silver needles one by one, Mo Chenjun asked:
"Didn't I just say, it could take up to ten years"
With a glare of displeasure, Yun Anan threw the silver needle, infected with劇毒, aside.
"At most ten or eight days, just wait and see how I feel."
The poison has been neutralized somewhat, all that remains is rest.
"Remember to bring the money to Prince Yi's Mansion, I don't issue I.O.U.'s here."
No longer paying attention to Mo Chenjun, Yun settled into the car and left Qing Yuan Xiaochu.
Purple eyes watched the gradually disappearing figure, picked up the mask that had fallen to the ground, and threw it aside.
"Yun'an'an, you personally removed this deity's mask. What will you do about it"
A cryptic smile appeared on Mo Chenjun's lips, leaving everyone guessing at the meaning behind his words.
……
It was evening when they returned to Yi Wangfu.
Since she and Beichen Yi became intimate, she always felt...
Well, how do I put this!
Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. If I can avoid seeing him, then I will.
Since the love poison has been dispelled, it's about time I left.
Strike while the iron is hot. If this continues, she's afraid she'll truly become embroiled in the role of Princess Yi and be unable to extricate herself.
Night, deeply shrouding the nation of Beichen.
Yun'an, as always, lay on the imperial couch, eyes fixed on a medical text. However, her heart was churning with the dilemma of how to tell Beichen Yi that she intended to leave Yi Wangfu.
By this time, Bei Chen Yi should have been back. Where is he
Creak—
At this time, there was a sound of knocking at the door.
A tall and slender figure walked towards Yun An'an step by step. Raising his head, the two looked at each other.
Yun'an knew she should have said everything she wanted to say.
"Beichen Yi, I want..."
Shh, An'er, I'll take you to a good place.
Before Yun'an could speak, Beichen Yi's slender fingers pressed against her lips.
Huddled Yun'an gently in his arms, the two boarded a carriage and headed toward Kyoto's luminous willow forest.
Along the way, Yun An'an wanted to tell Bei Chen Yi three or five times that she was preparing to leave Yi Wangfu in a few days. Every time she opened her mouth, Bei Chen Yi would interrupt her.
Finally, the carriage came to a stop.
Beichen Yi was holding a white cloth strip covering Yun An'an's eyes.
"What are you doing again"
"An'er, be good. Your husband will hold your hand and not be afraid."
The magnetically gentle voice beguiled Yun An'an into letting go of her doubts, surrendering to the cloth covering her eyes. Her small hand rested in that warm large hand, walking forward. a coma, the person he kept repeating in his mouth was not his mother, his empress, nor any of the concubines in the palace. Instead, he repeatedly uttered the name "Yun An'an".What are you thinking a...