flstandardbreds Chapter 154
Chapter 154
Inside the carriage.
The atmosphere was eerie, and the silence was unusual.
Nalan Yin stared at the person in Nalan Jingwen's arms with a sinister look. The person was clenching his fists tightly under his sleeves, and the veins were bulging.
Jingchi stared blankly ahead, seemingly indifferent, but the hand holding his sword betrayed his inner turmoil.
Jinse held Nalan Jingwen's hand tightly, her head bowed and remaining silent.
Nalan Jingwen cupped his hand in her palm, and tightened her other arm around his waist.
As he moved, his sleeve rolled up, revealing his arm with a gruesome wound.
Nalan Jingwen's eyes flashed with heartache and annoyance as he gently stroked it.
"Does it hurt?"
Jinse subconsciously looked up at Nalan Yin, then shrank back slightly and shook her head.
"It doesn't hurt."
Nalan Jingwen took out the ointment from his pocket, intending to apply the medicine for him, but before he could open it, it was snatched away by a pair of slender hands.
Nalan Jingwen frowned and looked at Nalan Yin.
"What are you doing? Give it back to me."
Nalan Yin gripped the ointment tightly in her hand, glaring angrily.
"This was given to me by you, why should I give it to him?!"
Nalan Jingwen found him utterly baffling. "I've already given you your ointment, what are you doing?"
She held out her hand, "Give me the medicine."
"He can't use the same thing as me!"
Just as Nalan Jingwen was about to snatch it away, Jinse stopped him.
"I am fine, Your Highness. Please do not let me cause any conflict with the young master."
Jinse's face flashed with guilt and fear, but she still held Nalan Jingwen's hand tightly.
He's always like this, thinking only of her and never considering himself, preferring to suffer in silence.
Nalan Jingwen gave Nalan Yin a deep look, but ultimately did not snatch the ointment back.
Nalan Yin's face was gloomy. Looking at Nalan Jingwen's gentle manner towards the person in his arms, he clenched his fists tightly, not even noticing his nails digging into his flesh.
She had never been so patient and gentle with herself.
Jinse smiled at Nalan Jingwen, but the smile was somewhat forced, and she didn't dare to look at Nalan Yin.
Nalan Jingwen sighed and rested his head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to go through all this."
Jinse gently shook her head, "With Your Highness here, I will not feel wronged."
Jinse has many injuries, all caused by her. So now she feels not only pity for him, but also guilt. She wants to do her best to make it up to him and be good to him.
Nalan Yin harbored hostility towards all the men around her, but Jinse had nothing—no martial arts skills, no place to stay. He only had her. If Nalan Yin wanted to do anything to him, he would have no power to fight back, so she had to stand by his side.
"He is my brother, so you don't need to worry."
Jinse's eyes widened slightly, and she looked up at Nalan Yin with a surprised expression.
Was he actually her imperial brother?
But why did he want me to leave Nalan Jingwen, and why was he so hostile towards me, just like Nalan Jingwen's husband?
Nalan Yin looked at Nalan Jingwen in disbelief, seemingly not expecting her to reveal her identity so easily, without any reservation.
While this identity provided him with convenience, it was also an insurmountable chasm between him and Nalan Jingwen, and he loathed this identity at this moment.
Nalan Jingwen's admission at this time was simply to sever ties with him, and was also a way of explaining things to Jinse.
Nalan Yin suddenly stood up, and Nalan Jing looked at him, somewhat puzzled.
He walked up to Nalan Jingwen, stared at her intently, and then suddenly collapsed into her arms.
Nalan Jingwen instinctively reached out to catch him, and Jinse also moved aside to make room for Nalan Yin.
"Sister, I feel so bad..."
His brows were furrowed, and his skin was sickly and translucent, as if he were truly in great discomfort.
Nalan Jingwen raised his hand and placed it on his forehead. It was indeed a little hot, but not as bad as before.
She gently nudged him, "If you feel unwell, go lie down on the couch."
Nalan Yin didn't speak, but just stayed nestled in her arms.
Nalan Jingwen looked at Jinse, who looked at her gently and shook her head, "I'm fine, Your Highness, please take care of the young master first."
The more he acted this way, the more uncomfortable Nalan Jingwen felt. She didn't need him to be so understanding.
He glanced down at Nalan Yin, then directly pressed his pressure points and placed him on the couch.
Nalan Yin's eyes widened, and she opened her mouth as if to say something, but Nalan Jingwen quickly silenced her by pressing her acupoint, leaving her only able to stare blankly.
"Since you feel unwell, then lie down and rest."
Jinse was stunned by Nalan Jingwen's actions, and she stared at her blankly.
Nalan Jingwen showed no expression, as if he hadn't done anything, and casually pulled Jinse into his arms again.
Jingchi lowered her gaze, ignoring the bitterness in her heart, and stopped looking at them.
……
For the rest of the journey, Nalan Yin always tried to get close to them, while Jinse neither competed nor fought for him, quietly watching Nalan Yin pester her.
Nalan Jingwen knew that he dared not, and felt that he was not worthy, that their statuses were not equal, and that he could not be like Nalan Yin, who always used excuses to act coquettishly and pester him, and even occasionally throw tantrums and schemes.
These were things he dared not do; he could only watch with envy.
Nalan Jingwen could always easily sense his low spirits.
That night.
They stopped to rest and recuperate in a town they passed through once again.
Jinse knelt on the ground, and with a humble and submissive posture, carefully took off Nalan Jingwen's shoes.
Nalan Jingwen frowned as he looked at him, not expecting him to be so humble.
"There's no need for that."
In the Prince's mansion, apart from having servants help her change clothes, she did almost everything herself. She didn't need anyone's help with small things like taking off her shoes.
Jinse held her feet firmly and said softly, "Let me serve Your Highness, otherwise I really don't know what use I am."
Only by serving Nalan Jingwen could he feel the meaning of his life and prove that he was useful to Nalan Jingwen.
Nalan Jingwen remained silent. She wanted to say that he didn't need to prove his value to her in any way; he just needed to stay by her side.
But she couldn't do that; she couldn't deprive Jinse of her right to prove herself.
He carefully placed her feet into the hot water and meticulously washed them for her, a faint smile curving his lips, creating an exceptionally warm atmosphere in the room.
Since Jinse came to her side, he has taken care of almost everything for her, from food and clothing to shelter and transportation. He does everything himself and never lets her do anything.
After washing her feet, I helped her wash up and change her clothes, and took off her coat and placed it on the shelf next to her.
Nalan Jingwen looked at his slender back; the wide robe could not hide his delicate waist, which was so thin it was heartbreaking.
She walked over and hugged him from behind. He was so thin that she could wrap her arm around his waist with one hand. Jinse paused slightly, then leaned against her chest to ease the tension.
She lowered her head and buried her face in his neck, inhaling his pleasant scent.