A piece of Japanese incense

Chapter 199 Fever

Zhi Yihe's originally tense face gradually relaxed, and the cold determination slowly melted away, replaced by a hint of tenderness and reluctance.

"Then let's wait until he wakes up before making a decision." She walked lightly back into the house and sat down on the Arhat bed opposite the bed.

"As you wish!" Pei Fanzhou was delighted and poured her a cup of tea: "Thank you, my lady!"

Zhi Yihe whispered, "Speak softly, don't disturb your young master An Shui."

Pei Fanzhou scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. Zhi Yihe impatiently sent him out to inquire about Yutuan's news. She herself sat quietly on the Luohan bed, staring at the gentle breeze, her mind wandering.

She had never experienced such complicated emotions before. In front of him, she always felt an indescribable feeling.

She knew she still had a lot of things to do, but when she thought of him lying here with bruises all over his body, she wanted to stay by his side. She was obviously resistant to him in her heart, but every time she saw him, she always felt inexplicably happy.

Two opposing forces were pulling at her. She thought He Feng was trustworthy and could trust him with her back. But every time she wanted to open her heart to him, resistance would creep in and keep giving her warnings. But she knew deep down that he was worth it, so she struggled with this contradiction, and the two feelings became a mess in her heart.

Zhi Yihe thought, maybe this is the shadow left by some past experience, or maybe it is the insecurity deep in his heart. He wants to get closer, but at the same time he wants to retreat. This feeling is like seeing a bright light in the dark night. He longs for warmth, but is afraid of getting burned if he gets close.

"Ah He, save me... Ah He..." He Feng let out a few weak moans from time to time, the sound seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, full of pain and discomfort.

Zhi Yihe approached with a worried look on his face, and saw that his brows were tightly furrowed, forming a deep "川" character between his brows. His lips were pale, cracked, and his face was abnormally flushed, as if he had applied a thick layer of blush.

"Hurry up and call the imperial physician! Where is the imperial physician?" Zhi Yihe shouted anxiously.

Jin Tao ran in with tears streaming down her face. "What should we do? His Majesty has issued an order forbidding doctors to treat His Highness! Imperial Doctor Liu and Imperial Doctor Ruan have returned to the palace to report."

"Close the doors and windows, and quickly get some ice and wine."

Zhi Yihe poured a jar of wine into a basin, dipped gauze in the wine, and carefully wiped Hefeng's body.

Pei Fanzhou carefully helped Hefeng lie on her side, while Zhi Yihe instructed them how to wipe it. Then he prepared to go out and wait, but heard Hefeng calling her name vaguely over and over again.

While Zhi Yihe was hesitating, Pei Fanzhou had already entrusted Hefeng to her. She shrugged helplessly, took the alcohol-soaked handkerchief and wiped Hefeng's forehead.

Starting from the center of the eyebrows, she wiped upwards along the forehead to the hairline, and then wiped from the temple to the center of the forehead. Her movements were gentle and slow. After repeating this two or three times, she moved the handkerchief to her neck.

She wiped along both sides of the neck, starting from behind the ears and just as she was about to wipe down above the collarbone, she noticed that there was a slight bulge behind Hefeng's right earlobe.

Zhi Yihe touched her own earlobe while touching Hefeng's right ear. The bulge from the piercing made her heart tighten. She soaked the handkerchief and rubbed the earlobe of Hefeng's right ear.

As she lifted the veil bit by bit, her suspicions were confirmed bit by bit. A tiny round hole suddenly appeared on Hefeng's right ear.

The brown stain on the handkerchief in front of her was like a drop of thick ink dripping into the lake of her soul, leaving her mind blank. Only a buzzing sound echoed in her ears. Her body seemed to have been drained of strength, her knees were weak, and her heart was filled with endless confusion and astonishment.

She walked out of the room with unsteady steps and handed the handkerchief to Jin Tao.

"Madam Zhi, how is the young master? Madam Zhi? Are you okay?"

Zhi Yihe's hearing and vision gradually became blurred, his pupils widened, and he felt like he was being pulled by an invisible force, and a feeling of dizziness swept over him.

She woke up from the chaos, her throat was so dry that it felt like it was burning, and she murmured weakly: "Water... water..."

"Water! Bring me some water!"

Zhi Yihe heard Hefeng's voice in her ear, and in a daze she saw a figure swaying in front of her eyes. Hefeng lifted the back of her head, held the teacup, slowly brought the edge of the cup close to her lips, and coaxed her softly: "Drink some water, you will feel better." The voice was as light as a feather falling.

The cool liquid slid slowly down my throat, but because my throat was so sore that it was difficult to swallow, the water paused for a moment in my throat before I slowly swallowed it.

"Ah He, are you feeling better?"

Hefeng's face came closer to her. When she saw his appearance clearly, Zhi Yihe instantly thought of how he had lied to her. She became so angry that she turned her head away.

"What's wrong? Are you still mad at me? It's all my fault. I should have made it clear to you in advance. I swear, I will consult you in the future and never act on my own..."

Listening to his endless chatter, Zhi Yihe raised his hand and rubbed his temple, and said impatiently: "Your Highness's injury has not healed yet, you should stay in bed and rest."

"Fanzhou told me that it was because you wiped my body that I got rid of the fever. Thank you, Ah He, you..."

"Your Highness! Please go out!" Zhi Yihe stretched out his hand and ordered him to leave.

He Feng noticed her emotions, and approached her meaningfully and asked, "Are you shy?"

Zhi Yihe let out a long breath, sat up suddenly, hugged his legs with both hands, and said loudly: "Uncle! Do you have any other identity?"

He Feng was stunned, flustered, at a loss for words. He thought of many excuses, but he couldn't say them. He was filled with guilt, so he just stood in the corner beside the bed, quietly waiting for her judgment.

"Uncle, do you have anything to say?" Zhi Yihe tried to calm himself down and listen to his explanation.

Hefeng felt her voice was distant and cold, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, as if his heart had fallen into an icy cave.

"Judging from your reaction, it must be my cousin." Zhi Yihe sneered and said sarcastically, "After all, no man is willing to pierce his ears. My cousin must regret doing this!"

He Feng responded without hesitation: "No!"

Seeing that she ignored him, He Feng continued, "Daughters of the royal family of Xiqi will suffer from blindness during extreme heat and cold. They can only regain their sight by acupuncture in their earlobes. You insisted on not wanting to do it, so I thought that if I accompanied you, you would agree."

Zhi Yihe still remained dismissive of this.

He Feng said dejectedly: "Actually, I want you to remember me. I want you to think of me every time you put on makeup in front of the mirror."

Zhi Yihe said sarcastically, "My cousin is really funny. He had already planned something for me back then."

He Feng was lost: "You have forgotten me too many times..."

"From the beginning of our acquaintance, you pretended to be my cousin and deceived my father. After you gained his trust, you and your father plotted to gain control of the world, and then you broke into my life with a fake identity. From the beginning to the end, everything between us was fake. Everything is false.

I still don't even know your real name. Although I have used you, I have always helped you wholeheartedly. And you? You keep saying that you will help me reunite my family, but what is the result?

Yuzhu had his tongue cut out, Guangzheng and Master Bao died in front of me, Kongqing and the others who watched me grow up were chopped, I don’t know if they got any treatment! And Yutuan and my grandmother, I don’t know what happened to them... My father was locked up in a dungeon because of you, his hands that used to paint are now shackled every day... And Aunt Hong also died tragically because of you, I didn’t even get to see her for the last time..."

When Zhi Yihe talked about the painful things, his voice became choked and his words were intermittent, cut into pieces by sobs.

Those eyes, which were originally as lively as water, were now filled with tears, the eye sockets were red, and the long eyelashes were soaked with tears. With every blink, tears quietly slid down the cheeks.

Hefeng stretched out his fingers and then retracted them, not daring to be the slightest bit reckless. He carefully kept a distance from her, but did not dare to take his eyes off her for a moment.

Zhi Yihe cried until she was exhausted, pointed her finger at Hefeng and ordered: "You! You must escort me out of the capital! You owe me this! Do you hear me?!"