flstandardbreds Chapter 173 Twisted Ankle
Chapter 173 Twisted Ankle
Jiang Qingyan raised her other hand and gently stroked Lin Zhijie's handsome face, then smiled and said, "Baby, don't worry, look at me, I'm perfectly fine."
Lin Zhijie pursed her lips, took a small step back, and looked up at Mo Ting and Xuan Ye beside her. She said somewhat apologetically, "I'm sorry to have made you two laugh... I was just too concerned about my husband, and that's why I lost my composure for a moment..."
Mo Ting said softly, "It's alright, you're just worried."
Xuan Ye narrowed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
The matter was settled, and there was no need to stay here and smell the stench of blood any longer, so the group strode away from Yongshou Palace.
On the way back, Lin Zhijie tugged at Jiang Qingyan's sleeve and whispered, "Husband... it's still early... how about we take a stroll in the Imperial Garden and relax?"
Seeing that they were almost at the Imperial Garden, Jiang Qingyan nodded and said, "Okay, since we don't have anything else to do, let's take a stroll."
Mo Ting and Xuan Ye had no objections and followed along.
As they walked onto the stone-paved path, Lin Zhijie suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.
Feeling the sharp pain in his ankle, Lin Zhijie gritted his teeth and gently rubbed his ankle.
Upon hearing the sound, Jiang Qingyan quickly turned around and saw that Lin Zhijie's forehead was covered in cold sweat. She quickly squatted down and stroked Lin Zhijie's arm with concern, asking, "Zhijie, what's wrong?"
Lin Zhijie's voice was very weak: "Husband, don't worry, I just accidentally twisted my ankle..."
Jiang Qingyan stared at his injured ankle, her heart tightening. She quickly looked up at Mo Ting and Xuan Ye, asking for help, "Zhi Jie sprained his ankle. Can either of you help me take him back to Feng Hua Palace?"
Mo Ting glanced at Lin Zhijie, who was sitting on the ground covered in cold sweat, and said softly, "I'll do it..."
Having said that, he bent down, picked up Lin Zhijie, and used his lightness skill to fly back to Fenghua Palace.
Jiang Qingyan was a little worried, so she strode up to Xuan Ye, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said urgently, "Xuan Ye, quickly carry me to Feng Hua Palace!"
Xuan Ye hesitated for a moment, then stopped himself from speaking. He obediently bent down and picked Jiang Qingyan up in his arms, then used his lightness skill to fly to Feng Hua Palace.
As soon as she landed, Jiang Qingyan rushed into the bedroom, walked around the screen to the bedside, and looked at Lin Zhijie lying motionless on the bed. She felt extremely distressed.
Mo Ting raised his hand and put his arm around Jiang Qingyan's shoulder, comforting her, "Husband, don't worry. Zhijie just twisted his ankle, it's nothing serious. I've already sent someone to fetch the imperial physician."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingyan nodded, stepped forward, sat down beside Lin Zhijie's bed, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Lin Zhijie weakly raised his hand and placed it on Jiang Qingyan's hand, forcing a smile, "Husband, don't worry, I'm not in pain..."
Seeing Lin Zhijie pretending to be alright, Jiang Qingyan felt even more sorry for him.
At this moment, the imperial physician trotted in carrying his medicine chest and immediately knelt down to pay his respects: "Your humble servant greets Your Majesty, Empress, and Consort Lin."
Jiang Qingyan urged, "Stop dawdling, hurry up and come see how Consort Lin's foot is!"
Upon hearing this, the imperial physician immediately got up and strode to the bedside. He gently massaged Lin Zhijie's ankle and said earnestly, "Consort Lin's ankle is fine. She will recover after a few days of bed rest. Your Majesty can rest assured."
Hearing the imperial physician's words, Jiang Qingyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was completely at ease.
After the imperial physician left, Jiang Qingyan sat back down by Lin Zhijie's bedside and said to Mo Ting and Xuan Ye, "You two should go back first. I will take care of Zhijie here in Fenghua Palace until his foot injury is completely healed."
Upon hearing this, Mo Ting frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Does my husband not return to Chaoyang Palace during the day?"
Jiang Qingyan nodded and said, "Yes, Zhijie can't move his feet or get out of bed. If I'm not here, he'll have a hard time even drinking a glass of water!"
Last time Yuan Lie was sick, Jiang Qingyan didn't take care of him, which caused him to overthink and even rebel. Therefore, this time, she is determined to take meticulous care of Lin Zhijie until he fully recovers…
Xuan Ye narrowed his eyes, puzzled, and said, "It's quite a coincidence that the person who volunteered to go to the Imperial Garden was tripped up by a small pebble..."
Mo Ting looked at Lin Zhijie with a suspicious expression, and wondered to himself, "Yeah... how could it be such a coincidence?"
Lin Zhijie turned his head with difficulty to look at Mo Ting and Xuan Ye, a hint of grievance flashing in his eyes. He bit his lower lip and choked out, "Brother Xuan Ye, are you implying that I deliberately twisted my own ankle?"
Xuan Ye said calmly, "I never said that, but only you know the truth."
A flash of crimson light appeared in Lin Zhijie's eyes, and then a crystal-clear tear slowly slid down his cheek.
He pursed his thin lips and after a moment slowly said, "Husband, go back to Chaoyang Palace with my brother, the Empress. I can take care of myself."
Jiang Qingyan rolled her eyes at Xuan Ye, then quickly touched Lin Zhijie's pale, handsome face and said softly, "Don't listen to Xuan Ye's nonsense. Who would deliberately sprain their ankle for no reason? It's so inconvenient to walk, and it hurts so much... Besides, in your current state, how could I leave you lying here all alone?"
Lin Zhijie glanced at Xuan Ye, who had a cold expression, and lowered her eyes, saying, "But I don't want to put my husband in a difficult position... and I don't want my brothers to think that I'm deliberately trying to monopolize him..."
Jiang Qingyan felt a pang of sadness. How could someone as sensible as Xuan Ye described?
She quickly leaned down and gently kissed Lin Zhijie's lips, saying softly, "Don't overthink it, I'll protect you."
After saying that, he turned to Mo Ting and Xuan Ye and said, "You two should go back quickly. Once Zhi Jie's foot injury has healed, I will return to Chaoyang Palace."
Mo Ting pursed his lips, said nothing more, nodded, and strode away from Feng Hua Palace.
Xuan Ye, as if he had seen through Lin Zhijie's trick, sneered and turned to leave Fenghua Palace.
Both of them had left, and a barely perceptible smile curved the corners of Lin Zhijie's lips...
Seeing Jiang Qingyan shift her gaze from the doorway, Lin Zhijie quickly suppressed the smile on his lips, adopting a pitiful expression and biting his lower lip...
Jiang Qingyan said with heartache, "My darling, you must be feeling wronged, right? Don't mind Xuan Ye. He's always been a bit strange. But he doesn't have any bad intentions; he's just a little suspicious."
Lin Zhijie slightly raised her eyes to look at Jiang Qingyan's face, and choked out, "Husband... should I not have married into the palace...? I feel... my brothers don't seem to like me..."