C1 The Treasure of Recovering

The afternoon sun climbed up the crystal yellow glazed roof. The twinkling light made people unable to open their eyes. The cicadas were chirping noisily beside their ears.

There was only a man resting on a table and a maid fanning herself beside a suit-covered bed. Under the bed, one could make out the pale face of the woman.

The summer wind carried the scorching heat, blowing the already dangerous lotus petals onto the lake's surface. The ripples on the rocks around the lake suddenly disappeared, leaving the lonely flower petals suspended in the middle of the lake.

When he suddenly opened his eyes, he even felt that it was a bit difficult to breathe. His throat was dried up with a faint smell of blood, and the fan beside him stopped, followed by a joyous cry. However, it still woke the man not far away from him.

Song Xi lightly stepped forward and adjusted her sleeves before quickening her pace.

"Ah Chao." With a hoarse voice that had a hint of attachment to it, with the support of a palace maid, Yuan Jinsi forced herself to sit up with half of her body. She raised her warm eyes and smiled.

With this gentle call, the absent-mindedness on Song Xi's face quickly returned to normal. He sat on the edge of the bed and supported Yuan Jinxian's weak body. He gently caressed her back and said gently, "Are you feeling any discomfort?"

The fatigue in her body and the dull pain in her forehead prevented her from exerting even a little bit of strength. She could only weakly lean into Song Xi's embrace with a familiar scent of Su He incense lingering at the tip of her nose. She looked at the white moon-shaped sleeves of her robe and curled the corner of her lips.

Song Xi's gaze froze for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and lifted the corner of his mouth, "The clothes by the side are naturally not even comparable to the clothes you gave me."

His tone carried an indescribable gentle smile, but his eyelashes fluttered slightly. He then tightened his arms around the person in his embrace. His expression was both joy and fear. To him, Yuan Jinping was a peerless treasure.

He then narrowed his eyes and raised his head, "I know you like me, but how could those red tape be limited to you? Look at my brain, but what's wrong with me? I feel like I've been lying in bed for a long time."

Her ear was placed on Song Xi's chest, and her strong heartbeat could be clearly heard by her ear, causing her eyes to turn red and tear. Song Xi's low voice sounded from above her head, "Have you forgotten that I accidentally fell down the stairs in the library a few days ago? I've been unconscious for a long time, but I was completely terrified."

Yuan Jin mumbled "En", grabbed the bed and pursed her lips, "Royal father and mother, why didn't you come to see me? "Even if I was busy with politics, I was still a part of their hearts, so it would seem that Ah Chao had treated me the best.

Rather than calling it a reproach from a child, it was more like Yuan Jinxian muttering to herself, faintly hearing the bitterness in her words. Meanwhile, the palace maid's face had long since turned into one of fear and bewilderment, so she could only lower her head and suppress the doubts in her stomach.

Song Xicheng's expression did not change as he caressed her head and gently laughed, "You forgot again that the heat is unbearable. The Queen went to the green garden in Jiangnan to take shelter from the heat."

However, Jiang Nan was thousands of miles away from the capital of the Da Qi Kingdom. It was ridiculous for the king to leave the officials and families of the imperial court and travel thousands of miles to take shelter in the summer heat. Yuan Jinping frowned slightly and put her arms around her chest, but there was still a trace of anger in her tone, "But I also hate this hot weather."

Song Xi wanted to speak, but all these words were drowned out by Yuan Jinxian's long yawn. He looked at the incomparably tired and delicate woman and helplessly sighed, before carefully placing her head on the soft pillow and holding her thin, boneless hand, "Rest well first, I will have someone bring more ice cubes to the hall."

When there was no one in the hall, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the bedpost in front of her. After a while, she revealed a cold smile and clenched her fingers tightly, causing her sharp fingernails to sink into the flesh and turn red.

The year before, when the sun had risen, Yuan Jinsi had taken a fancy to a soft satin robe with crescent white clouds at the bottom, which was most likely very suitable for Song Xicheng. He would spend all day and night asking the best embroidery lady in the palace, and his needle-like hands would tremble as he happily sent it to Song Xichang. Now that he thought about it, how ridiculous he was in the past, how his pale color was a deep reminder of her stupidity.

She wanted to ask Song Xi when the green garden of the Jiangnan summer resort had turned into the miserable Road to River Styx, and how cheap were the hundreds of ghosts in the Da Qi Kingdom?

The scorching sunlight quietly hid beneath the dark clouds. The sky was overcast and the air was filled with the smell of blood that had yet to dry. For a moment, a gale whistled by, as if a storm was about to arrive in the capital.

Song Xi stood on top of the city wall with three people huddled behind him. One was a personal eunuch who had issued orders, one was a maid who had appeared at Zhao Hua Palace just now, and the last was the imperial physician who had diagnosed Yuan Jinsi's illness these past few days. The three of them looked at each other and remained silent.

"If the Princess were to ask, it would mean that the Compendium Pavilion had accidentally fallen down the stairs, and I would still be the princess' consort." Song Xi turned around. His dark eyes made people tremble, and he spoke in a low voice, "If there's any gossip in this palace, kill them."

No one dared to have any doubts about it, and they were even more obedient to Song Xi's words. Since the world's dynasties had continued to change, the only thing they needed to do as servants was to keep their mouths shut and not utter a single word. They would only be able to protect their own little lives if they did not have any other problems.

Song Xi Chao opened his mouth slightly and spat out a word, "Scram."

The three people who were kneeling on the ground hurriedly stood up and left, not daring to linger for a moment, only Song Xi was left on the city wall. He looked down from above at the 10,000 li of the Da Qi Fengwei river mountain and the flourishing capital city below, his Adam's apple raised, his hands supporting the wall of the city, but his expression was unsettled.

Who would have thought that the singing, singing, singing, and singing that brought prosperity and peace to the land of the rich and powerful were all exchanged for in return? The Da Qi Kingdom, which had been shrouded in a haze for the past few days, was now filled with corpses all over the place, and now it had reverted to its original appearance.

He clutched his heart and frowned, and even his breathing became heavy. After enduring for more than ten years, his things had finally returned to his hands, but at the end of his memory, was a young lady wearing a red dress holding onto his hand with a smile. The crisp sound of her footsteps made countless scenes after they collided.

Yuan Jinsi was wearing a phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes as he stood on top of the city walls. He spoke slowly and clearly, "I didn't expect the hundred years of glory to be destroyed by my hands. I can only blame myself for not meeting a worthy person and not being able to recognize him."

Finally, she paused for a while and said word by word:

"Song Xi Chao, I once loved you so much, but now I hate you so much!"