Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 325

A-Nian quickly understood Nalan Jingwen's meaning and said to Shen Xi, "Lord Shen, I have important matters to discuss with the Prince Xian. Let's discuss your proposal another day."

Shen Xi inexplicably became more agreeable, bowing to A Nian and saying, "Since Your Highness has matters to attend to, then I will take my leave."

Then, she nodded slightly to Nalan Jingwen and left. But before leaving, she turned back and took a deep look at Nalan Jingwen's back, a shadow flashing across her eyes.

After confirming that the person had really left, A-Nian finally relaxed his tense body. Nalan Jingwen raised his hand and brushed the hair that was a little messy from the wind behind his ear. A-Nian paused for a moment, but did not dodge. His voice was a little dry.

"Why is sister here?"

"I came over when I saw Shen Xi following you."

Ah Nian forced a pale smile. "Thank you for your trouble, sister."

Nalan Jingwen remained silent, took his still tightly clenched hand, and pried his fingers apart one by one to reveal his bloodied palm. She silently took out the ointment she carried with her and gently applied it to his palm. A-Nian flinched in pain, and Nalan Jingwen paused and softened her movements.

In the past, she would never bring ointment or anything like that to such occasions. But after meeting Ah Nian, she often carried them with her, just in case. Today, when she was changing clothes, she subconsciously put them in her pocket.

"If you don't like her, you don't need to be so insincere with her; just refuse her directly."

Nalan Jingwen lowered her eyes and carefully applied the medicine to him without looking at him, her voice indifferent.

Upon hearing this, A-Nian gave a bitter smile. "Shen Xi now commands half of Bai Ji's military strength. How can she be refused so easily?"

Nalan Jingwen then took his other hand and gently applied the medicine.

“You’ve just returned to China; there are some things you don’t need to handle personally.”

Ah Nian shook his head, his voice soft, as if he had no choice.

"Sister, there is no one here I trust."

If there was anyone in the court he could trust even slightly, it would be Xiao Congyu. However, Xiao Congyu was Xiao Jin's man, and he didn't trust Xiao Jin.

Nalan Jingwen understood his concerns. Although Xiao Jin had sent people to find him, he currently had no real power and had to rely on Xiao Jin for everything. In the long run, he would be no different from a puppet. If Xiao Jin promoted him to a position, he would have to take it. But if Xiao Jin were to remove him from his position, it would be easy. As long as he had no real power, he would not be at ease and would not be able to trust anyone.

Nalan Jingwen finally raised his eyes and looked at his face, which was brighter than the moonlight. Although there was a smile on his lips, his eyes had lost their usual light and looked pale and powerless.

Actually, he could have asked her for help.

Before she could finish speaking, she heard Anian say, "Sister, don't worry about me. Now that I'm back, I'll do my best and take responsibility. You'll go back to China sooner or later. I know you can't stay by my side forever."

He looked up at Nalan Jingwen, his voice soft, like the moonlight falling, as light as silver gauze, yet Nalan Jingwen felt it was heavy.

The boy who was begging her not to leave, pleading not to leave him alone, has somehow become so sensible, it's heartbreaking. He shouldn't have had to bear these burdens; he's only sixteen.

A long silence fell over the pavilion. Nalan Jingwen gazed at him for a long time without saying a word. Anian seemed to sense her emotions, and reached out to hug her waist, gently burying his face in her lower abdomen, his voice murmured with affection.

"Sister, don't feel guilty towards me. You've already helped me so much."

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me."

His arms tightened even more, with immense force, as if he wanted to firmly imprison the person in his flesh and blood, repeating the process once more.

"Sister, don't worry about me."

Nalan Jingwen stroked his head, gazing at the boundless moonlight, remaining silent for a long time.

……

The coronation ceremony for Anian is scheduled for twenty days from now. During this time, he has been preparing in the palace. Nalan Jingwen, apart from having his own things to do during the day, would come to the palace to see him almost every night. Each time, Anian was so tired that he could barely keep his eyes open. He was in poor health, and those complicated ceremonies had almost exhausted all his strength.

Every night when she entered the palace, the two of them could barely exchange two words. Most of the time, Anian would lean on her and rest with his eyes closed, while she would stay by his side until he was completely asleep before leaving.

For the next few days, Nalan Jingwen was busy with her own affairs and couldn't find the time to go see him outside the city. It wasn't until the person she sent to guard him brought back his letter that she realized she hadn't seen him for several days.

Later, someone from below reported that in the past few days, people in the court had been intentionally or unintentionally bringing up the matter of having offspring, urging him to choose a concubine, and even taking the initiative to send their own daughters into the palace, saying that they were afraid he would be bored, as they were about his age and could keep him company. But everyone knew that it was all for the position next to him.

Many people have a good plan: cultivate relationships before ascending the throne, and the one with the best chance of winning after ascending the throne will become the empress, at which point the entire family will rise to prominence.

Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing frowned, changed out of his gray-stained clothes, and hurriedly entered the palace.

As soon as I entered the hall, I saw Anian bent over, covering his mouth, gagging painfully. There were no palace servants around him; they must have been dismissed.

His exquisite face was now pale and translucent. He seemed to have lost even more weight in the few days since I last saw him. His large clothes hung loosely on his body. He straightened up but stumbled back a few steps due to dizziness and fell into a soft embrace. A familiar scent enveloped him.

Ah Nian was stunned for a moment, then softened her stiff body and rested her head on the shoulder of the person behind her.

A woman's cool and indifferent voice came from above, but upon closer listening, one could detect the worry within it.

"But where does it hurt? Have you seen the imperial physician?"

Ah Nian shook his head weakly, but did not answer. "My sister hasn't seen me for a long time."

Nalan Jingwen frowned and turned the man around to face him. "What's wrong?"

Looking at Ah Nian's eyes, which were streaked with tears from vomiting, she asked, "Did they force you to choose a concubine?"

A-Nian didn't like this position, so he leaned closer to her. He wasn't surprised that Nalan Jingwen knew about these things, "They don't dare to openly force me before I've ascended the throne."

That's pretty much it. Every day, people bring many strange women to see him, practically telling him that he has to choose a few.

"Sister, don't worry. Entering the palace as a concubine is an insult to those women, and many of them do not want it."

Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing picked the person up and carried them towards the bed, saying, "Where do you feel unwell? I'll go and have someone fetch the imperial physician."

Ah Nian pulled her back and gently shook her head, "I'm not feeling unwell..."

"It's just that I feel disgusted after spending too much time with those people."

He wrapped his arms around her neck, buried his face in her neck, and greedily inhaled her scent.

“Sister hasn’t been to the palace for a long time, and Anian misses her very much.”