Cold stone!

This term had been hanging on Muruo’s lips since childhood, said countless times.

But where was he cold?

He clearly had a warm heart!

If it weren’t for the pillow pressing against his back, he really wanted to throw it hard at Muruo.

Muruo carefully wrapped the crushed medicinal herbs in a piece of white cloth, then placed them in a bowl to soak in clean water.

Still not forgetting to instruct Jingrong, “After the medicinal properties from the herbs have all dissolved into this bowl of water, you must drink every drop without leaving any, otherwise if any lingering illness remains in the future, don’t blame me.”

Jingrong glanced at the bowl of medicine.

He asked, “It won’t kill me, will it?”

“Yes, of course it will. And it’s a severe poison, specifically for poisoning someone like you who’s deeply in love.” Muruo answered seriously.

“…” Jingrong had no words in response.

Seeing it was already late, Muruo said to him, “I’m going back to Yuhua Pavilion. If you send people to smash it, I’ll go collect some silver too, to avoid sleeping on the streets unable to afford even a blanket.”

“Get lost.” Jingrong glanced at him.

“Heartless!”

Muruo cursed him once, waved his sleeves, and left!

Before long, Lang Bo came in, walked into the room, and asked worriedly, “Your Highness, how is your body?”

“With Muruo here, this Prince is fine.” Jingrong’s heavy eyelids blinked. He asked, “By the way, how is Yunshu now?”

“Miss Ji… Master Ji is already fine.”

“Good! That’s good then.”

Suddenly, voices of guards came from outside.

“Master Ji, why have you come?”

“I’ve come to see the Prince!”

“The Prince, he…”

Before the guard finished speaking, Ji Yunshu hurriedly rushed in from outside the courtyard, preparing to enter the room.

Jingrong’s brow furrowed in thought for an instant, then the corners of his mouth immediately bloomed with a mischievous smile.

Immediately after, he lay down in the bedding, closed his eyes, raised his hand, and with a hidden gesture waved.

Signaling Lang Bo to go out!

So devious!

Lang Bo secretly gave his prince a big thumbs up.

Then, lowering his head with a smile, he retreated outside and stopped Ji Yunshu at the door.

“Master Ji, the Prince is still unconscious. Your body isn’t well either—please return.” Lang Bo’s expression was heavy.

“Don’t block me anymore.” Ji Yunshu stubbornly pushed him aside and entered the room.

Originally the guards outside were about to follow in, but were stopped by Lang Bo, who said quietly, “Remember, you saw nothing, understand?”

They didn’t understand!

Why should they have seen nothing?

The two guards looked at each other but still nodded.

Lang Bo smiled secretly as he closed the door.

Murmuring, “Your Highness, this subordinate can only help you this far.”

Inside the room!

After Ji Yunshu entered, she saw Jingrong lying unconscious on the bed.

She took small steps to the bedside and sat down.

That pale yet handsome face currently lacked its usual vigor and spirit. Although weak in every aspect, between his brow peaks there still remained sharpness and vigilance, tightly knit together.

Seeing him like this, Ji Yunshu’s eyes immediately reddened, brimming with tears.

Her chest also involuntarily ached, her brow furrowing!

Her dry lips pressed together. Her slender fingers extended from her sleeves and pressed on the bedding.

“Your Highness?” She softly called several times.

No response!

“From Jinjiang to the capital, it’s already been several months now. Whenever I encounter danger, you’re always by my side, helping me and saving me time and again. This debt of gratitude—I might never be able to repay it in my lifetime. And this time, it’s because of me again that you suffered such severe injuries, ending up like this. How can I ever repay you?”

Her voice was choked and hoarse!

Jingrong on the bed showed no movement!

“Jingrong, I’m sorry, truly sorry. You must wake up, otherwise I’ll never forgive myself for the rest of my life.”

Choking with sobs, unable to cry properly, tears also burst from her eyes!

Cold tears dripped one by one onto the back of Jingrong’s hand.

That penetrating cool sensation seeped into his skin and flesh, seemingly traveling along tiny blood vessels, slowly chilling his entire body.

Jingrong’s heart trembled. Though it was cold to death, his heart at this moment warmed to complete disorder.

Ji Yunshu was crying for him!

Yes, she was crying so sadly for him!

Didn’t that mean that in her heart, it wasn’t just guilt—there was something else?

Ji Yunshu wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and while grasping Jingrong’s wrist, prepared to tuck his arm back under the blanket.

Suddenly, her slender fingers were grasped by Jingrong’s palm and pressed toward his chest.

“Eh!”

Ji Yunshu was startled.

She saw Jingrong had opened his eyes and was looking at her affectionately.

His wickedly charming smile bloomed bit by bit from the corners of his lips as he said, “What you owe this Prince, just repay with yourself.”

“…”

The next moment, he struggled to prop himself up from the bed.

He said, “Fool, didn’t this Prince tell you? This Prince won’t die.”

Only then did Ji Yunshu react, suddenly realizing she had fallen into a huge trap!

“Liar!”

After speaking, she forcefully pushed Jingrong away and prepared to get up.

“Ugh!”

Jingrong clutched his chest in pain, his brow tightly furrowed.

Seeing this, Ji Yunshu sat back down on the bedside without dignity, asking worriedly, “Did I touch your wound? I didn’t mean to.”

“You feel sorry for me?”

“I just… Ah!”

Before she finished speaking, Jingrong threw back the covers, swiftly wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulled her onto the bed, and stuffed her under the blanket.

She didn’t even have time to struggle before Jingrong had already covered them with the blanket again, holding her tightly in his embrace from behind, his chin resting on her thin shoulder.

“What are you doing? Let me go!”

Ji Yunshu twisted her body in struggle.

Jingrong pressed his mouth to her earlobe and said softly, “Don’t move. My whole body hurts right now.”

“…”

She indeed became docile.

Afraid that if she moved again, she would cause Jingrong pain.

Biting her lip, she said nervously, “Your Highness should let me go first. If others see us like this…”

“No one will come in.” He answered immediately. The next moment, the corners of his mouth again showed a wicked smile, with a somewhat angry tone, saying, “Do you remember what this Prince said before—if you disregard your own safety and act recklessly again, this Prince will follow his own nature and throw you onto the red bed.”

Oh my, about to fall into this beast’s clutches.

Ji Yunshu immediately struggled again. “What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and let me go.”

“I already said my whole body hurts. What if the pain makes this Prince faint—I’ll hold you accountable.”

“Scoundrel!”

“Be quiet, otherwise this Prince will strip off your clothes right now and let you taste heaven and earth.”

Heaven and earth?

What a joker!

Ji Yunshu’s mouth twitched, her whole being not well.

That injured beast actually still wanted to learn from tigers and pounce like a hungry wolf—did he have no shame?

Ji Yunshu practically threw all her eye rolls at him.

And Jingrong’s hand around her waist applied even more force.

The two people under the covers were pressed tightly together like this, full of intimacy!

Like an entwined married couple!