Feng Yexuan’s head ached.
He didn’t know why, but every time Feng Ling shed tears, his head would throb.
He used to think it was heartache, but now, the signal was clear: the pain originated from his head.
It was a real pain.
“Rest,” he said, no longer pressing for answers, his gaze returning to Chu Qianli.
She was unconscious, her face pale, even a deathly gray.
Looking at her… it was undeniably heart-wrenching.
So, there truly was a difference.
For one, the pain came from his head; for the other, the anguish stemmed from his heart.
The figure in his mind was still causing a commotion.
It was no longer quiet; she was crying, wailing, accusing him of abandoning her…
His head hurt even more!
Feng Ling didn’t utter another word.
If Feng Yexuan ignored her, she remained quiet.
As long as she could stay by Feng Yexuan’s side, at least, the person in Feng Yexuan’s heart would definitely be her. He couldn't escape her control over him…
Feng Ling occasionally lifted her eyelids, and when she saw Feng Yexuan’s furrowed brows, she felt reassured.
He truly couldn’t escape her after all!
…The journey back to the imperial city.
It had been smooth initially. However, because Chu Qianli was critically ill, Feng Yexuan had ordered the procession to slow down. What was supposed to be an arrival before sunset now found them nearing evening, with several miles still to go to the imperial city.
“Your Highness, in about half an hour, we should arrive,” Leng Ji reported softly from outside.
“Mm,” Feng Yexuan nodded.
Unexpectedly, he then gave an order: “Have everyone stop and rest for a moment before continuing.”
Feng Ling’s eyes flickered, and she couldn’t help but glance at him.
This wasn’t like Feng Yexuan’s usual way of doing things.
With only half an hour left, why not hurry and finish the journey?
After all, the longer the night, the more dreams.
Leng Ji also seemed perplexed. “Your Highness, it’s only half an hour. If we continue…”
“Are you questioning my decision?” Feng Yexuan frowned, displeased. “Order them to stop and rest. Don’t make me say it a third time!”
Leng Ji felt a chill down his spine and immediately nodded. “Your Highness’s order is to rest for a moment before proceeding.”
Everyone looked puzzled.
They were almost there, just a few miles…
However, during the princess’s unconsciousness, this procession either followed the orders of the Prince or Prince Xuan.
As for the people from Prince Yu’s manor, they had already escorted Chu Minghao and returned to the imperial city ahead of them.
These were all their own people.
Chu Lingyang rode his horse to the carriage, also seemingly puzzled. “Prince Xuan, this…”
“Lord Ling, everyone is tired. Let them rest for a moment.”
Towards Chu Lingyang, an elder, Feng Yexuan’s attitude was somewhat gentle.
Chu Lingyang hesitated, but ultimately waved his hand.
Since even Lord Ling agreed, how could the imperial guards dare to have any objections?
As it happened, there was a small grove of trees nearby, and the procession stopped at the edge of the woods.
Once the carriage stopped, Feng Yexuan immediately alighted with Chu Qianli in his arms and walked towards the depths of the woods, disappearing from sight in an instant.
Prince Xuan is… likely going to “rest” for a moment.
But to carry the princess into the woods for this, wasn’t that a bit inappropriate?
The guards looked understanding yet also not understanding. As for the female physicians, they all blushed and whispered amongst themselves, heads bowed.
Even when attending to nature’s call, he held the princess. Prince Xuan was truly a lovesick fool.
However, was it really convenient to do so like this?
Thinking of the imposing figure of Prince Xuan, the scene was simply… indescribable!
Feng Ling sat in the carriage for a while, feeling bored and sulking.
Suddenly, Leng Ji pulled open the carriage curtain and said sternly, “Miss Feng, His Highness orders you to dismount and ride back to the city.”