No pop-up ads, so refreshing! Thanks for your support! Sounds good to me ^_^... Chapter 108

  I gently pushed open the door, and everyone in the room stood up when they saw me enter. Their eyes looked at me with a complex expression, slightly mixed with guilt and reluctance.

  Shu Ying's wound should have been treated by now, at this moment, she was quietly lying on the bed, her body covered with a thin sheet, her eyes closed, still looking delicate and obedient, as if she were fast asleep.

  Her lips were pale and white, her face had no trace of blood color.

  Jun Yu's eyes met mine as I entered, and he stared at me, motionless.

  I didn't respond to him, but instead spoke to the white-clad Bai Xue in a soft and ethereal voice: "Bai Xue, please save Shu Ying for me, I beg of you, save her."

  Liu Mo got up from the edge of the bed, and for the first time, her eyes didn't contain any mockery or disgust. She simply said calmly: "Third Princess, it's not that I don't want to, but a doctor can only treat illnesses, not fate. I am powerless."

  My hands and feet were icy cold, and the expression on her face changed. She took a step forward, grabbed my hand, quickly inserted the silver needle into several acupoints, and then said: "The princess is also knowledgeable about medicine, birth, old age, sickness, and death are all normal states of life, there's no need to be too grief-stricken, even if not for your own sake, as a parent, you should consider the fetus in your womb."

  I closed my eyes, calmed down, but suddenly heard Shu Ying softly calling out my name.

  "Little... miss?"

  I hastily wanted to rush over, but Lian Miao's voice came low and seemed to carry a hint of sigh: "If there's anything, Your Highness should have a good talk with her."

  I sat in the dimly lit room, holding onto Shuying's hand so tightly, as if I wanted to grasp her slipping away life.

  Her spirit seemed a bit better, looking at me with a relaxed and relieved expression: "Miss, it's good that you're fine, I saw you weren't there this morning and was scared to death..."

  Tears fell from my eyes as I held her hand, overcome with grief and unable to speak.

  If I had been honest with her from the start; if I hadn't sent her away last night, or told her I was going out; if I hadn't stood idly at the An Ding city gate for so long; if I hadn't drunk that bowl of plain porridge...

  Is she going to be okay?

  "Miss... don't be sad... I have something I want to say to you alone..."

  Shu Ying made a somewhat laborious opening, Xun Yun heard the words and immediately took everyone in the house out with him. Nan Chengyao looked at me deeply, I could sense that his gaze had never left my body, yet he didn't turn back even once.

  He finally just silently turned around, didn't say a word, and the door closed, isolating both ends.

  "Miss, I'm sorry, I can no longer take care of you..." Xū Yǐng's voice softly sounded: "I owe an apology to Master and Madam, to the real Miss Qing. Originally, I thought that I would never say these three words to you and Mr. Sū, but I still couldn't do it..."

  I stared at her in shock, while she forced a faint smile and continued: "Actually, since the day Sang Niang came to find us, I slowly recalled that perhaps she was the real Qing Xiaojie... because so many things were only known between the two of us, and she also knew about the wound on my arm..."

  She paused for a moment and suddenly changed the subject, asking: "Miss, do you still remember the first song you taught me to play? That 'You Lan' melody?"

  I nodded with tears in my eyes, and she saw it too, smiling contentedly as she nodded: "I remember, I still remember you teaching me to read, teaching me to write, and when we were in the desert north, you risked your life to save me... So, Miss Shu Ying can only be you, will only be you..."

  "I know, I know everything, don't say it anymore..."

  I held her hand, tears streaming down my face, as she looked at me with a gaze that was both loving and reluctant. She spoke softly: "Miss, I've always been impatient, unable to withstand things... but originally, I wanted to keep this secret forever... However, now that the Mu Rong family has fallen, don't blame Third Highness, I saw him rush into the fire to save you, he truly cares for you, Miss... Also, about me getting beaten, don't blame him either, it had nothing to do with Third Highness, it was my own carelessness... Don't be sad... and don't do anything for me..."

  My tears fell one by one onto her hand, while the light in her eyes began to disperse bit by bit. Her voice, however, still echoed with difficulty and stubbornness.

  "Miss... you promised me... don't blame the Third Prince... forgive him... like before... like in Mo Bei... because... only this way... you... can be happy"

  Her voice gradually lowered, the last two words "happiness" were already vague and difficult to distinguish, but I knew I wouldn't mishear it, just like that, lightly sinking into my heart.

  I held her body, feeling her grow colder and colder in my arms. I didn't want to let go of my Shuyin, who was normally the most afraid of the cold.

  I didn't know how long I had been sitting there until the soft sound of the door opening came, and Nan Chengyao walked in front of me, tentatively putting his hand on my shoulder. In his usual calm tone, he unexpectedly carried a few hints of hesitation and sorrow, as he called out to me: "Qing'er..."

  I didn't push him away, nor did I change my posture of holding Shu Ying in the slightest. I just quietly raised my eyes and stared at him without blinking: "Your Highness, Shu Ying is dead."

  His eyes showed pain and pity, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.

  And I still stared at his eyes, word by word, saying: "It was Du Ruyin who beat him to death."

  He suddenly held me tightly: "Qing'er, I know how much pain and hatred you have. Don't worry, I won't let Shuying die in vain. Believe me..."

  "What do you plan to do?" I asked in his arms, without struggling, but opening my mouth one word at a time: "If I say that I want Du Ruyin to accompany Poshuang to the grave right now, will Your Highness agree or not?"

  His body was stiff, and his arms around me unconsciously tightened, he opened his mouth with some difficulty and said: "Qing'er, believe me, I won't let her go, but not now..."

  "Get out." I indifferently closed my eyes, interrupting his words.

  "Qing er..."

  His tone seemed to carry a hint of urgency, but I didn't want to and couldn't bear to listen anymore. I started struggling desperately, feeling powerless and hopeless.

  "Get out! Shuying is still here, I don't want to see you. Get out, get out, get out!"

  The tighter he held me, the harder I struggled, and I could feel all the suppressed pain in his arms. But who knew my pain?

  Perhaps it was the loud noise, but suddenly a figure rushed in and shouted at Nan Chengyao: "Do you want to drive her to death? Let go quickly!"

  Nan Cheng Yao was startled, his hand loosened, and in the depths of his dark eyes, there was a numbness mixed with pain and desolation. Qin An and Xun Yun half-pushed and half-dragged him out the door.

  Ling Mo didn't persuade me, she just quickly administered needles to various acupoints on my body. I remained still, lifting and putting down my hands according to her instructions, taking deep breaths.

  "The three queens are like this, it's not what Pei Ying wants to see. The deceased is gone, and the queen can't be as excited as she was just now, even for the sake of the child in her belly." Perhaps because of the exhaustion from giving birth, Li Miao's face was somewhat pale.

  I nodded: "I want to accompany Xiaoying alone."

  She didn't say much more, picked up her medical box and left, closing the door behind her.

  I looked at the faint shadow in my arms, sleeping peacefully, and opened my mouth lightly: "Sorry, I know you don't want me to do anything for you, it's just me, can't do it." Chapter 108.

  I gently pushed open the door, and everyone in the room stood up when they saw me enter. Their eyes looked at me with a complex expression, slightly mixed with guilt and reluctance.

  Shu Ying's wound should have been treated by now, at this moment, she was quietly lying on the bed, her body covered with a thin sheet, her eyes closed, still looking delicate and obedient, as if she were fast asleep.

  Her lips were pale and white, her face had no trace of blood color.

  Jun Yi's eyes were fixed on me as I entered, staring blankly at me, motionless.

  I didn't respond to him, but instead spoke to the white-clad Bai Xue in a soft and ethereal voice: "Bai Xue, please save Shu Ying for me, I beg of you, save her."

  Liu Mo got up from the edge of the bed, and for the first time, her eyes didn't contain any mockery or disgust. She simply said calmly: "Third Princess, it's not that I don't want to, but a doctor can only treat illnesses, not fate. I am powerless."

  My hands and feet were icy cold, and the expression on her face changed. She took a step forward, grabbed my hand, quickly inserted the silver needle into several acupoints, and then said: "The princess is also knowledgeable about medicine, birth, aging, illness, and death are all normal states of life, there's no need to be too grief-stricken, even if not for your own sake, as a parent, you should consider the fetus in your womb."

  I closed my eyes, calmed down, but suddenly heard Shu Ying softly calling out my name.

  "Little... miss?"

  I hastily wanted to rush over, but Lian Miao's voice came low and clear, as if with a hint of sigh: "If there's anything, Your Highness should have a good talk with her."

  I sat in the dimly lit room, holding onto Shuying's hand so tightly, as if I wanted to grasp her slipping away life.

  Her spirit seemed a bit better, looking at me with a relaxed and relieved expression: "Miss, it's good that you're fine, I saw you weren't there this morning and was scared to death..."

  Tears fell from my eyes as I held her hand, overcome with grief and unable to speak.

  If I had been honest with her from the start; if I hadn't sent her away last night, or told her I was going out; if I hadn't stood idly in front of the An Ding city gate for so long; if I hadn't drunk that bowl of plain porridge...

  Is she going to be okay?

  "Miss... don't be sad... I have something I want to say to you alone..."

  Shu Ying made a somewhat laborious opening, Xun Yun heard the words and immediately took everyone in the house out with him. Nan Chengyao looked at me deeply, I could sense that his gaze had never left my body, yet he didn't turn back even once.

  He finally just silently turned around, didn't say a word, the door closed, isolating both ends.

  "Miss, I'm sorry, I can no longer take care of you..." Xū Yǐng's voice softly rang out: "I owe an apology to Master and Madam, to the real Miss Qing... Originally, I thought that I would never say these three words to you and Mr. Sū, but in the end, I still couldn't do it..."

  I stared at her in shock, and she forced a faint smile on me, continuing to say: "Actually, from the day that Sang girl came to find us, I slowly thought back and realized that maybe she was the real Qing Miss... Because so many things were only known by the two of us, and she also knew about the injury on my arm..."

  She paused for a moment and suddenly changed the subject, asking: "Miss, do you still remember the first song you taught me to play? That 'You Lan' melody?"

  I nodded with tears in my eyes, and she saw it too, smiling contentedly as she nodded: "I remember, I still remember you teaching me to read, teaching me to write, and when we were in the desert north, you risked your life to save me... So, Miss Shu Ying can only be you, will only be you..."

  "I know, I know it all, don't say anything more..."

  I held her hand, tears streaming down my face, as she looked at me with a gaze that was both loving and reluctant. She spoke softly: "Miss, I've always been impatient, unable to withstand things... but originally, I wanted to keep this secret forever... But now that the Mu Rong family has fallen, don't blame Third Highness, I saw him rush into the fire to save you, he truly cares for you, Miss... And as for me getting beaten, don't blame him either, it had nothing to do with Third Highness, it was my own carelessness... Don't be sad... and don't do anything for me..."

  My tears fell one by one onto her hand, while the light in her eyes began to fade away bit by bit. Her voice, however, still echoed with a strained and stubborn tone.

  "Miss... you promised me... don't blame the Third Prince... forgive him... like before... like in Mobei... because... only this way... you... can be happy"

  Her voice gradually lowered, the last two words "happiness" were already vague and difficult to distinguish, but I knew I wouldn't mishear it, just like that, lightly sinking into my heart.

  I held her body, feeling her grow colder and colder in my arms. I didn't want to let go of my Shuyin, who was normally the most afraid of the cold.

  I didn't know how long I had been sitting there until the soft sound of the door opening came, and Nan Chengyao walked in front of me, tentatively putting his hand on my shoulder. In his usual calm tone, he unexpectedly carried a hint of hesitation and sadness, as he called out to me: "Qing'er..."

  I didn't push him away, nor did I change my posture of holding Shu Ying in the slightest. I just quietly raised my eyes and stared at him without blinking: "Your Highness, Shu Ying is dead."

  His eyes showed pain and pity, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start.

  And I still stared at his eyes, word by word, saying: "It was Du Ruyin who beat him to death."

  He suddenly held me tightly: "Qing'er, I know how much pain and hatred you have. Don't worry, I won't let Shuying die in vain. Believe me..."

  "What do you plan to do?" I asked in his arms, without struggling, but opening my mouth one word at a time: "If I say that I want Du Ruyin to accompany Poshuang to the grave right now, will Your Highness agree or not?"

  His body was stiff, and his arms around me unconsciously tightened, he opened his mouth with some difficulty and said: "Qing'er, believe me, I won't let her go, but not now..."

  "Get out." I indifferently closed my eyes, cutting off his words.

  "Qing er..."

  His tone seemed to carry a hint of urgency, but I didn't want to and couldn't listen anymore. I started struggling desperately, feeling powerless and hopeless.

  "Get out! Shuying is still here, I don't want to see you. Get out, get out, get out!"

  The tighter he held me, the harder I struggled, and I could feel all the suppressed pain in his arms. But who knew my pain?

  Perhaps it was the loud noise, but suddenly a figure rushed in and shouted at Nan Xiangyao: "Do you want to drive her to death? Let go quickly!"

  Nan Cheng Yao was startled, his hand loosened, and in the depths of his dark eyes, there was a numbness mixed with pain and desolation. Qin An and Xun Yun half-pushed and half-dragged him out the door.

  Ling Mo didn't persuade me, she just quickly administered acupuncture needles to various acupoints on my body. I remained still, lifting and putting down my hands according to her instructions, taking deep breaths.

  "The three queens are like this, it's not what Pei Ying wants to see. The deceased is gone, and the queen can't be as excited as she was just now, even for the sake of the child in her belly." Perhaps because of the exhaustion from giving birth, Li Miao's face was somewhat pale.

  I nodded: "I want to accompany Xiaoying alone."

  She didn't say much more, picked up her medical box and left, closing the door behind her.

  I gazed at the tranquil face in my arms, which seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and softly spoke: "Sorry, I know you don't want me to do anything for you, it's just that I couldn't help myself."

  Still remember the shocking swan's reflection (harem)