flstandardbreds Chapter 156 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Chapter 156 Unruly, Ruthless, and Cunning Prince (Gong) VS Debauched, Insane, and Sickly Emperor (Sh
Sometimes not replying is also a form of response.
Jiang Xiyu didn't get an answer immediately, and after a while, she lost interest in knowing.
He carefully held the cloak that was being blown up by the wind.
But his body had already caught a chill without him realizing it, and the cold seeped into his bones. Jiang Xiyu's fingertips trembled uncontrollably. He coughed softly and said to Yuan Huan, "Let me see your eagle another day."
Before Yuan Huan could reply, Jiang Xiyu instructed, "It's late, Your Highness, help me downstairs."
Upon hearing this, the chief eunuch stepped forward, seemingly wanting to help her up himself.
Jiang Xiyu glanced at him.
The chief eunuch immediately bowed, understood, and walked to the side, simply fulfilling his duty as the lamplighter.
Yuan Huan, with a cold expression, stepped forward and extended his arm without hesitation.
After Jiang Xiyu helped him up, he smiled at Yuan Huan.
It was really hard for him to walk up here; his legs are still a bit sore.
Using the strength from Yuan Huan's arm, Jiang Xiyu also unceremoniously shifted most of his weight onto Yuan Huan's arm.
Yuan Huan looked down and saw that the young emperor was not even as tall as his shoulder.
He was sickly and frail, with hardly any flesh on his bones.
Yuan Huan hesitated for a moment, then slowed his pace impatiently and said coldly, "Your Majesty, please be careful not to break it."
Jiang Xiyu suddenly chuckled softly.
After suppressing the itch in his throat, he looked up at Yuan Huan and said, "I will not."
Not long after he finished speaking, he twisted his ankle while going down the steps and stumbled forward.
Yuan Huan's pupils contracted slightly.
In an instant, he pulled his arm back and grabbed the young emperor's waist. Then, with a slight effort, he pulled the emperor back.
Jiang Xiyu was caught off guard and fell into the arms of the person next to her.
His nose struck the other person's chest as if he had hit a piece of iron, and the pain instantly brought tears to his eyes.
The person was completely enveloped in the other person's shadow.
Jiang Xiyu rubbed her nose and then struggled to back out.
Yuan Huan's eyes were gloomy. He didn't let go of him, but said, "Don't move."
If the little emperor were to slip and fall down those stairs, he would truly be shattered.
Hearing the commotion, the chief eunuch turned around and rushed over, asking worriedly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you alright?"
Jiang Xiyu shifted slightly in Yuan Huan's arms, and after a long while, he gasped for breath, his teeth chattering as he said, "I... I think I sprained my ankle."
The hand around his waist was gripping him too tightly.
Jiang Xiyu looked up somewhat awkwardly, opening her mouth as if asking him to loosen his grip.
But the cool night breeze made him sweat profusely, and he wasn't feeling well either.
Soon after, his hair, which was hanging down to the side of his face, became wet with sweat.
His skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the corners of his eyes reddened, and his eyes glistening with moisture when he looked up—at this moment, he possessed an eerie and indescribable quality.
Yuan Huan took a deep breath and felt his waist, which was being held by his arms, becoming even more slender.
Jiang Xiyu finally couldn't help but frown and say, "Your Highness, you're hurting me."
Yuan Huan's face was obscured by shadows, but his breathing was erratic.
The pressure on her waist eased, giving Jiang Xiyu a chance to catch her breath.
He glanced at the chief eunuch and ordered him to fetch someone.
The chief eunuch wanted to leave the palace lantern behind and then proceed in the dark.
But Jiang Xiyu refused.
After the chief eunuch left, the place fell into darkness, with only firefly-like lights shining from below the city gate.
Jiang Xiyu was somewhat afraid of such darkness, and he shrank into Yuan Huan's arms without realizing it.
Yuan Huan naturally noticed this, and his hand, hanging down, instinctively tried to push the person away, but his limbs seemed to be frozen, and he could only maintain this posture and could not move.
Feeling the person in his arms trembling, Yuan Huan frowned and asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"
Jiang Xiyu pressed her forehead against his chest, not saying that she was afraid, but only whispering, "I'm a little cold."
Yuan Huan put his arm around him and turned him around to block out all the wind. Then, as if giving in, he said, "Your Majesty, I will carry you down."
"There are no lights..."
"It doesn't matter."
Yuan Huan had a habit of remembering certain things no matter where he went.
When he helped the young emperor up the steps, the steps were already etched in his mind. Moreover, with years of experience in military campaigns, many operations were conducted at night. Carrying someone down was not a difficult task for him.
Jiang Xiyu disagreed and said, "No."
If someone were to see him, the emperor, being held in someone's arms in such a shameful position, it would be an utter disgrace.
Yuan Huan said, "Does Your Majesty wish to freeze to death here?"
Didn't he say he was cold?
He didn't want to go downstairs.
Jiang Xiyu kept her head down and remained silent.
Yuan Huan had no choice but to give up.
The two people stood close together, seemingly embracing.
Yuan Huan could feel his bones to some extent, the subtle movements of his legs, and the rapid breathing buried in his chest.
Even in the dark, he could imagine what an ambiguous position it was.
Accompanied by the delicate fragrance wafting in his nostrils, he finally could not resist and said forcefully, "Your Majesty, do not move."
Jiang Xiyu immediately stopped moving, pursed his lips and said, "Young Master, your heart is beating so fast, are you cold too?"
Yuan Huan: "..."
The restraint and forbearance between his brows crumbled instantly, and his blood surged violently because of those words. Yuan Huan felt uncomfortable all over, as if some evil beast was roaring in his heart.
The key point is that this person is restless and keeps getting close to you, intentionally or unintentionally.
If he kept going, he would become completely numb.
In that case, both of them will really have to roll down.
Just as Yuan Huan reached his breaking point and bent down to scoop the person up and carry them away, there was finally some movement below.
The eunuchs came over with lanterns, all bowing their heads and not daring to look.
Presumably, the chief eunuch had given them instructions beforehand, as even the imperial carriage only dared to stop below.
Jiang Xiyu looked back. He had no choice but to consult with Yuan Huan, saying, "Your Highness, could you help me down?"
Yuan Huan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pulled the man out of his arms, helping him limp down the stairs.
His palms were so hot that even through the clothes, they felt like they were going to burn Jiang Xiyu's skin.
Jiang Xiyu's lips twitched slightly as he said, "Thank you for your trouble, Your Highness."
Yuan Huan didn't want to respond; he just wanted to get rid of this tormenting little emperor as soon as possible.
Jiang Xiyu leaned against him, then slowly lowered her eyes to conceal her meaningful gaze.
After escorting the person onto the imperial carriage, Yuan Huan released his grip, took two steps back as if avoiding a plague, and said, "Respectfully seeing off Your Majesty."
Without waiting for Jiang Xiyu to speak, he turned around and went in the opposite direction.
After walking a few steps, Yuan Huan stopped and tugged at his collar, his dark pupils revealing an undisguised desire.
He remained calm for a long time, but the fragrance still lingered around him.
A sudden surge of uncontrollable rage welled up within Yuan Huan, and his gaze turned utterly cold and stern.
there.
The imperial carriage arrived outside the Qianyi Hall.
The chief eunuch carefully helped him into the bedchamber and ordered someone to summon the imperial physician, but Jiang Xiyu gently stopped him.
The chief eunuch was puzzled and wanted to offer further advice.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xiyu glanced at him with a sly smile in her eyes, said nothing, but withdrew the hand that was being supported and walked into the inner hall.
The chief eunuch stared blankly, only to see His Majesty walking slowly and without any discomfort. His appearance was completely different from before.
Could it be that His Majesty is faking it...?