Chapter 410 The Robust Imperial Consort 21 (1/2)

Chapter 410 The Robust Imperial Consort 21 "You...you're awake!"

Zi Xi's voice was filled with surprise as she leaned closer to him, her hand instinctively reaching for his forehead.

To ensure the medicine could neutralize the poison, Zi Xi also added some spring water from her little homestead.

Since she couldn't cure Ling Siran all at once, she didn't dare to increase the dosage too much.

Her hand was slightly cool, and the moment it touched his forehead, Ling Siran felt that the temperature almost made him want to cry.

He almost handed over the prince to someone else.

Ling Siran looked at her, who was so close to him, and saw the undisguised concern and relief in her eyes.

He suddenly raised his uninjured right arm with an undeniable force, pulling Zixi, who was bending down to examine him, tightly into his arms.

His movements were so swift that they aggravated the wound on his left shoulder, causing a sharp pain, but he paid no heed.

It was as if only in this way could he confirm that he was still alive, and also confirm her existence.

This further confirms that His Highness truly has feelings for him.

Zi Xi was taken aback by his sudden hug.

Ling Siran's embrace was broad and firm, and the scent of medicine on his body, along with his own unique fragrance mixed with the aroma of grass and sunshine, wafted towards me.

She could clearly feel his heart beating violently and realistically beneath his chest, even through his robes.

It's good that you're alive.

This realization suddenly relaxed Zi Xi's tense nerves, and she even felt an urge to shed tears.

She didn't move, just let him hold her, feeling his body tremble slightly.

"Your Highness..."

"Your Highness... I really... love you so much."

Ling Siran buried his face in the collar of her clothes, his voice muffled.

He was weak from his serious injuries, but also choked with emotion and utterly sincere.

After a long while, he finally raised his head, his eyes reddening, and her reflection shimmering in his clear eyes.

"For Your Highness's sake... that promise to marry eighteen royal consorts..."

"I... absolutely cannot die..."

Ling Siran spoke with extreme seriousness, even with an almost childish stubbornness.

Looking at him like this and hearing his down-to-earth reasons, Zi Xi felt a pang of sadness instantly replaced by tenderness.

She wanted to laugh, but her eyes felt hot.

That idiot.

She raised her hand and gently hugged his strong waist, offering a silent comfort.

"Okay, I love you too."

"Also, remember what you said."

“I know you would still save people if there were a next time, but I still have to say it.”

"You must take good care of yourself from now on..."

Zi Xi responded softly, her voice carrying a tenderness she herself was unaware of.

"Yes, Your Highness, I will listen to whatever you say."

Ling Siran inhaled the familiar cool fragrance emanating from her hair, and a smile curled at the corners of his lips.

His Highness is concerned about him, so how could he not listen?

"Still calling me Your Highness? Didn't I say that you are allowed to call me that?"

"Okay, Xi... Xi."

"Perfect, you can call out a few more times while you recover, so you can get used to it."

Only the sound of their ambiguous conversation remained inside the tent.

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At the Jinzhou camp, Ling Siran, now recovered from his injuries, appeared even more composed.

Zi Xi did not return, but stayed behind as the military governor.

The couple sat facing each other in the military tent, the candlelight casting their shadows onto the huge nautical chart hanging in the sky.