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"Young master, someone sent this over."

Zhao Qingyan held the wet handkerchief on her forehead and turned around. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the white figure moving about. After a moment, she closed her eyes and asked, "Who sent it?"

An extremely soft sound came from the wooden box placed on the table. Ran Hao replied, "It's Wen Ning. He said that Young Master Wen had asked him to bring something to the young prince. He told me to deliver it to young master personally."

Zhao Qingyan coughed lightly. With a frown, she suppressed the pain in her chest and asked, "Have you opened it and looked at it?"

A few indistinguishable crisp sounds rang out. Zhao Qingyan did not have time to think about what Ran Hao was doing before feeling his aura approaching. He then extended his arm to help him up.

Ran Hao helped the young master up, placed two cushions behind him, and then said in a low voice: "Young master, please drink the medicine first, it's warm now."

Zhao Qingyan sensed the bitterness in the air and frowned in annoyance. She grabbed her handkerchief and handed it to him, "How different is it if you don't drink it? "I remember that I said that I would let you remove the medicine at noon today. I don't want to drink it."

"Young Master." Ran Hao took the handkerchief and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead after a few simple movements from the young master. He sighed silently, "Right now, I have already said three hours, you have been unconscious for close to four hours."

Zhao Qingyan closed her eyes and slowly got used to the bitter taste. Only then did she speak softly, "Alright, I'll drink." He reached out his hand to receive it.

Ran Hao knew that his young master was stubborn when he was awake. He picked up the medicine bowl beside his hand, scooped up a spoonful of medicine and tried the temperature, then handed it to his young master: "A little bit hot, young master, slow down." Even though he handed over the medicine bowl, he still held his hand by the side with some worry. He looked at the hand holding the bowl with some worry.

Zhao Qingyan didn't spill the medicine like Ran Hao was worried. He then smoothly put the bowl to his lips, bit by bit, and drank it all up. Then, he was picked up by someone who had been waiting for him for a long time. Smiling, Zhao Qingyan blocked his hand that was helping him lie down. "Let me sit down for a while. Go and get an ice handkerchief."

Ran Hao gave the young master a quick look and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with him. He then took out his medicine bowl and handkerchief, and went to the basin at the corner of the room to scoop up the handkerchief that had been soaking in the water for a long time.

"Young master, the ice has already melted, I'll go change it later." Ran Hao's voice came back to his side, his aching head felt a chill, and the pain was finally relieved. Zhao Qingyan let out a sigh and asked, "Where's Jin'er?"

Ran Hao sat beside him, and his voice was heard again, "I think Young Master won't have an appetite even if you wake up. Let Jin'er bring the porridge back to the kitchen and warm it up with some rice soup. The medicine for later should be ready. She's probably in the kitchen? "

As the medicinal liquid entered his stomach, it churned and churned, unwilling to be quiet. It brought about waves of scalding pain. The burning pain made Zhao Qingyan furrow his brows, "I'm sick. I don't have anyone to help me change the ice water …"

Ran Hao was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of self-blame flashed across his eyes: "I was careless."

Zhao Qingyan was ill. Whenever a guest came, he would always be received by Ran Hao. Once they were gone and delayed, the ice would naturally melt. How could there be a harsh reason for him to be so careful? Zhao Qingyan only smiled bitterly. She did not have the strength to say what she was thinking. With all his strength, it wasn't enough to endure the burning in his stomach.

Ran Hao, who was hesitating whether to go and get the ice or to help the young master lie down, noticed the young master's bitter smile and was about to ask about it when Zhao Qingyan suddenly bent over and collapsed towards him. She quickly reached out to catch him, "Young Master!"

"Hide..." "Dodge …" Zhao Qingyan mumbled the broken words indistinctly, then used his hand to push on Ran Hao's shoulder. He was currently sick, and the strength in his hands was no different from a baby's. Furthermore, Ran Hao was worried about his young master's health, so how could he possibly avoid such a light push?

If he dodged it, Zhao Qingyan would definitely fall off the bed. Feeling the pressure on his shoulder, Ran Hao understood what his young master meant. However, he quickly made a decision — he could not dodge, regardless of the reason why his young master wanted him to.

Wa –" Zhao Qingyan felt the pain in his stomach and chest exploding as the heat wave rushed up his throat. He felt his vision darken, and the uncontrollable medicinal juice was vomited out, spraying all over his body.

There was a fishy smell mixed within the bitterness of the medicinal juice. The fishy smell was not distinct under the bitter cover, but it was more irritating than any smell to the two of them.

Ran Hao's pupils contracted, he didn't even have time to notice the warmth that spread to his skin through his thin clothes, his face instantly turned pale: "Young Master!"

He turned around and shouted anxiously, "Jin'er! "Jin'er!" Maybe Jin wouldn't be able to get back from the kitchen at this time of day. But at this moment, Jin'er was indeed the only person who could possibly appear here.

"Jin …" The heavy weight on his shoulder interrupted Ran Hao's voice, and Zhao Qing laughed hoarsely: "Stop shouting, don't look like you're seeing it for the first time …" "I got a shock."

Ran Hao looked at the blood and medicine covering his entire body, he gnashed his teeth and could not help but show emotions in his eyes, "But Young Master, if you act like this, I …"

Zhao Qingyan laid on top of him and coughed softly, revealing the sweetness of her blood. Her rapid breathing revealed the pain he had been suppressing. "I'm just sick. It's fine if I'm sick."

"This illness has tortured so many people to the point that they are unable to rest or eat in peace." The door to the room was briefly opened, then quickly closed. Before the cold wind could even enter the room, it had already evaporated due to the heat released by the house.

Ran Hao, who was already kneeling, slightly turned his body and bowed when he saw the Qi King walk in: "My lord."

Zhao Qingyan tried his best to distinguish the person's voice, and only after Ran Hao spoke did he ask in a low voice, "Father?"

The Qi King looked at the two of them, his eyes flashing with pain, "Have you vomited blood again?"

Ran Hao pursed his lips, "Yes …" "After vomiting blood a few days ago, the medicine I used has improved a lot. I don't know why it's like this again."

The Qi King looked around, "There are too few servants here."

Ran Hao helped the young master to lie down, turned around and knelt down, not saying a word.

Zhao Qingyan turned her body to the side to make herself feel a little better. She calmed herself down with some difficulty and said slowly, "I have Hao and Jin'er. That's enough."

Looking at the kneeling Ran Hao, the Qi King asked lightly: "Don't you worry about getting him tired?"

"Then, does Father plan to send another thirteen to fourteen year old maid to me?" Zhao Qingyan forcefully closed her eyes to expel the dizziness, trying to retain some clarity. He had always been meek to his elders, but now he couldn't help but mock them. Maybe it's self-deprecating, maybe it's...

Prince Qi was silent for a moment before he said, "Are you still unhappy about what happened to Rinsyi?"

Zhao Qingyan smiled and murmured, "Unsatisfied?" His fingers abruptly retracted as his fingernails fiercely pierced into his palm. He did not let go even after he spoke again, "Father, it's best if you find a man and bring him here. It's to prevent me from having any thoughts that I shouldn't have."

Qi Wang's heart ached, he looked at his son's white knuckles and emotionless face, concealing it, and said, "In ten days you will be married to Qing Han. This kind of hasty marriage would only make her feel wronged. In the future, you must not be as casual as you are now. "

Zhao Qingyan slowly loosened his fingers. A moment later, he said, "Son understands."

The Qi King gestured for Ran Hao to step back, then sat down beside the couch and said: "Mo'er, I know you are not a woman who likes women. I also know that you may not be able to hold a second person within your heart. But at least treat her well. "

Ran Hao stood up and left, carefully covering the door with his hands.

Zhao Qingyan opened his eyes. His dark pupils were empty and he could not see anything. "One loves the other, that's all." I can't be white with Qing Han, but I won't treat her unfairly. "

The Qi King took his son's hand, and after seeing him dodge subconsciously, he let himself be grabbed and sighed softly, "Do you hate me and hate your royal uncle?"

Zhao Qingyan weakly shook his head with a bitter smile on his face, "Do you take me for a beast, Father?"

Hearing this, the Qi King was stunned, his eyes slowly filled with guilt and pain.

He knew his son very well. His son had always kept his scars and haze hidden deep within his heart, using the gentlest of faces to meet others' gazes. This was the first time that an animal had uttered such harsh words. And the only time, he had used it on himself.

How could he not feel guilt? How could he not feel heartache?

After gently wiping away the blood at the corner of his lips, Prince Qi's voice could no longer maintain its usual steadiness, "Mo'er, Royal Father only feels that he owes you too much."

"Where is the father who owes his son?" The bitter smile on Zhao Qingyan's lips did not disappear for a long time. Instead, it became even deeper. "I can't thank you enough for what Royal Father and Royal Uncle have done for me. What right do I have to ask you to fulfill my willfulness again?"

King Qi said, "You only feel pain because your heart has been ripped open with a bloody wound, not willfulness."

Zhao Qingyan shook her head. Her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. "It doesn't matter. I can still endure it."

The Qi King clenched the cold fingers of his palm tighter, "But I can't bear to part with it."

Zhao Qingyan shifted his gaze onto his father's face as his vision slowly turned clear, "Father, I have a question to ask."

The Qi King fell silent, then sighed, "If it's something I can answer, then ask."

Zhao Qingyan's gaze shifted to the direction that Ran Hao had left in. His bloodless lips slowly opened and closed, "Can I protect the people I care about?"

The Qi King stared at him, staring at the silhouette that appeared within, "How much do you care about those people?"

Zhao Qingyan did not move his eyes. He did not even think as he answered, "We will risk our lives to protect you."

His face was so pale that it was almost transparent. The sweat on his forehead dyed his powerless eyes, as if they were about to shatter and become weak. However, this kind of person still had someone that would risk their life to protect him, and that person was even more decisive.

It took a long time for the Qi King to organize the words in his heart into something that could be said calmly, "Do you know what your life means?"

Zhao Qingyan retracted her gaze and revealed a questioning expression.

King Qi said, "Your life, means that your mother and I will live it all."

It was rare for the Qi King to say something so passionate. Each time he said that, it meant that Zhao Qingyan was going to face an unavoidable compromise, or a pointless struggle.