She did not want Yun Zhen to have an accident, although his actions were shameful, they did not warrant death.
If something were to happen to him, her father, who was far away at the border, would surely be heartbroken.
Because she knew that in her father's heart, she and her brother Yun Zhen were equally important.
As for the misplaced romantic entanglement, it would eventually vanish like smoke. Yun Zhen would eventually understand and find a woman he truly liked.
The person outside the door heard the voices from within and pushed the door open. Seeing that Young Master Leng Yue's complexion had softened, Wen Ge could not help but speak.
"Is Young Master alright now?"
"Yes, I am fine."
Yun Xiao nodded, stood up, and went to wash her hands. Wan Wan, having finished bandaging Yun Zhen's wounds, also got up and went to wash her hands.
Wen Ge and the steward of the Yun Prince's mansion repeatedly expressed their gratitude with excitement.
"Thank you, Young Master Leng Yue, thank you."
Yun Xiao's eyes darkened. If they knew that the reason her brother attempted suicide was because of her, she wondered what they would think.
The person on the bed still had a pale face, his brow furrowed even tighter, and he remained unconscious. Yun Xiao walked over, gave him another pill, a sleeping pill, so he could have a good rest. He would be much better tomorrow.
Yun Xiao scanned the room. The night was getting late, so she signaled for the others to go and rest.
"I'll watch over him. You all go and rest."
"Young Master Leng Yue, please return. Let us guard the young master."
The steward of the Yun Prince's mansion spoke. Yun Xiao calmly shook her head, "If I leave, what if he develops a fever in the middle of the night?"
The steward opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. Although Young Master Leng Yue's expression was indifferent, the chilling glint in his eyes dared not be defied. He was clearly a refined and handsome person, yet he instilled a sense of dread.
"Alright."
The steward led his men out. Wen Ge remained outside the door.
Yun Xiao and Wan Wan agreed that each would guard for half the night. Yun Xiao would take the first half, and Wan Wan could rest first. In the latter half of the night, Wan Wan would take over, so as to prevent Yun Zhen from developing a fever. Such a deep wound was most afraid of fever.
Inside the room, only Yun Xiao and Yun Zhen on the bed remained. Yun Zhen slept soundly.
Yun Xiao gazed at him intently.
To be honest, Yun Zhen and she bore some resemblance, especially in their noses, which were proud and straight, both like Prince Yun. Then there were their mouths.
They were supposed to be a loving brother and sister, but it had become this way.
She sighed, feeling somewhat helpless. Was this her own doing? If she hadn't told Yun Zhen that she was a soul from a thousand years later, he probably wouldn't have thought so much about it.
But she had never expected such things.
Yun Xiao reached out and wiped Yun Zhen's forehead. His temperature was normal for now, but she feared he would develop a fever later in the night.
The night was quiet, the moonlight like water. Outside the window, fallen leaves drifted down, and the air held the last lingering scent of flowers.
Yun Xiao felt a little tired. She propped her head on one hand, leaning against Yun Zhen's bedside, her eyes lightly closed in rest.
Unknowingly, she felt herself falling asleep. Suddenly, a loud bang startled her awake. She looked up, and heard firm, powerful footsteps. In a blink, he rounded the screen and appeared before her. It was Murong Chong, dressed all in white.
His pupils were deep and dark. As he walked in, he first glanced at the person on the bed, then shifted his gaze to Yun Xiao's face, showing a hint of heartache.
Yun Xiao recalled the sound from earlier and realized that Wen Ge must have been beaten by Murong.
As the thought occurred, someone indeed rushed in. It was Wen Ge, his hair disheveled and looking somewhat disheveled, holding a precious sword and angrily pointing at Murong Chong, "What do you want to do?"
Yun Xiao raised her hand and spoke calmly, "He is my friend, Wen Ge. You may go down. He will not harm your young master."
Wen Ge seemed hesitant, but seeing Young Master Leng Yue's firm expression, he finally retreated slowly.
In the bedroom, Murong Chong took a few steps and stopped in front of Yun Xiao. Before she could speak, he reached out and pulled her into his embrace. Then, he lowered his head and kissed Yun Xiao's lips fiercely. After a few moments, he released her, her lips now as red as dripping blood.
"You've discovered it after all."
Yun Xiao was stunned. She couldn't help but recall the fight between them that night. She had been a little angry with him then. It turned out it was because he had discovered her brother's inappropriate feelings, which led him to fight her in anger.
This man's intuition was truly sharp; even she hadn't sensed it, yet he had discovered it with just a glance.
Yun Xiao rested her head in Murong Chong's embrace, turning her head to look at the person on the bed, her heart aching.
"He's truly foolish. Even if these feelings are inappropriate, even if I discovered them, why did he attempt suicide? Did he forget about their father, so far away? And his mother?"
Murong Chong snorted coldly, possessively tightening his grip on Yun Xiao's body, declaring his ownership. A hint of admiration flickered in his usually indifferent and fierce black eyes. He spoke coldly.
"Because he is too proud to tolerate such things. If it were me, I would probably do the same."
Yes, proud men could not tolerate others knowing such shameful things, especially when discovered by their sister. He could only do this. This was what all proud and self-respecting men would choose.
"You men?"
Yun Xiao raised her head and looked at him coldly. Pride and dignity were valued more than life itself.
But they forgot about the people around them who would be heartbroken.
Just like what happened to Yun Zhen, she felt truly sad and blamed herself. If she couldn't save him, she would probably live in shadow forever.
"Why did you come here?" Yun Xiao raised an eyebrow and immediately understood. It must have been Zhui Yue who reported to him.
This infernal subordinate always reported her affairs to him immediately. It seemed she would have to find time to lecture him and make him understand who the boss was. He could stay by her side, but he couldn't be so gossipy.
"Hmph. My woman. Who dares to snatch her, I will destroy them."
Murong Chong said fiercely, his eyes blood-red and alluring. He held Yun Xiao tightly and carried her to a soft couch nearby, sitting down. With a gentle bow of his head, his tenderness was enough to melt a stream of water.
"Alright, get some sleep. You must be tired. I'll guard him for you."
Yun Xiao turned her head, wanting to say she would guard him, but she was truly a little tired. So she nestled in Murong Chong's embrace and fell asleep.
Murong Chong held her, watching her for a while. Once he was sure she was asleep, he leaned against the soft couch with her in his arms and closed his eyes to rest.
The night gradually fell silent. Moonlight slanted in, shining on both of them, like a beautiful picture, one that could not bear to be disturbed.
Midnight.
Suddenly, a cough was heard. Yun Xiao and Murong Chong were both startled awake and looked towards the person on the bed.
He was seen to be slightly stirring, his cheeks flushed red, appearing to be in considerable pain.
Yun Xiao quickly leaped from Murong's embrace and rushed over. She touched him with her hand, and as she had expected, he had a fever.
Yun Xiao immediately took out a fever-reducing pill from her medicine box and then applied a cold towel to his forehead. Soon, the towel became hot and was constantly replaced.