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" Ying Luo Miss..."
Yi Lanxi appeared in Ying Luo's room that night like a ghost, so fast that Ying Luo had no time to devise a countermeasure.
Yi Lanxi walked gracefully, slowly approaching Ying Luo, slightly bowing with a gentle smile and saying, " Ying Luo Miss, long time no see. I hope you have been well."
Ying Luo was momentarily taken aback but quickly returned the greeting, saying, "Lanxi Miss, what brings you here at this late hour?"
Yi Lanxi lightly pressed her lips together and let out a soft sigh before starting to engage in small talk with Ying Luo.
The gentle words flowed through the room like a babbling brook, but after just a few exchanges, Yi Lanxi stopped hiding her intentions and spoke directly.
"I hope Ying Luo Miss can stay in the royal residence. I wish to ask you to remain." As her delicate voice fell, Yi Lanxi slightly bent her knees and offered a graceful bow.
Her posture was both elegant and sincere, as if her request was the most important matter in the world.
Ying Luo furrowed her brows, gazing intently at her, trying to find a hint of truth in her genuine demeanor.
Tilting her head slightly, Ying Luo asked in confusion, "Lanxi Miss, why is that? You clearly..."
The deep affection Yi Lanxi held for Ye Muyan moved even Ying Luo, leaving her wondering why these two were unwilling to be together yet both focused on herself, an outsider.
With a bitter smile and a gentle sigh, Yi Lanxi straightened up and walked to the window, gazing out at the night sky as she said softly, "Brother Ye has no romantic feelings for me whatsoever. I never expect him to look my way."
After saying that, she gently wiped away a tear that had slipped from the corner of her eye.
Ying Luo walked over to Yi Lanxi, lightly patting her shoulder, and asked with concern, "Then why do you still want me to stay? What is the reason behind this?"
Yi Lanxi turned around, took Ying Luo's hand, and softly said, "Perhaps only you can change all of this. I hope you can stay in the palace; maybe then Brother Ye's heart can find peace."
Ying Luo looked at Yi Lanxi, feeling a deep sense of emotion. She thought to herself: I didn't expect Ye Muyan to be so indifferent. How could he not understand Yi Lanxi's feelings? He keeps her by his side but refuses to truly cherish her.
Now, he intends to force me to be imprisoned here as well!
Ye Muyan, what exactly are you planning?
Could it be because... no, that's impossible... Coming back to her senses, Yi Lanxi curiously stared at Ying Luo, noticing her alternating expressions of indignation and worry, as if she were deeply troubled.
Perhaps knowing that Ying Luo's feelings wouldn't easily change, Yi Lanxi could only leave in disappointment. Her departing figure seemed so lonely, as if the entire world had abandoned her.
Meanwhile, Ying Luo was filled with sorrow, having stayed shut in for days, hoping that Ye Muyan's words were just a momentary impulse.
She paced back and forth in the room, sometimes sitting down and sometimes standing up, unable to calm the restlessness in her heart.
On the other side, Ye Muyan had already begun constructing a medical clinic, grandly selecting a location with breathtaking scenery.
He stood on that piece of land, directing the craftsmen as they worked busily, completely disregarding Ying Luo's feelings and proceeding with the construction.
"How ungrateful!" Ying Luo muttered in frustration as she listlessly pushed open the window.
The snow was gradually melting, and a gentle breeze was rising. In the corner, Wintersweet quietly unfurled, revealing hints of spring.
Delicate light traced the layers of petals, inadvertently casting shadows on a patch of deep black.
Ying Luo gazed at the elegant figure that emerged gracefully from behind the Wintersweet tree, her heart suddenly pounding like a drum.
Ye Muyan parted the clusters of Wintersweet branches and walked towards her, his dark eyes fixed intently on the beautiful woman by the window, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
He cleared his throat and said, "Miss Ying Luo, I trust you are well."
Startled by his sudden appearance, Ying Luo took a small step back, her face flushing as she replied, "Prince Ye, what brings you here?"
Ye Muyan slowly approached Ying Luo, locking his gaze onto her sparkling eyes. He spoke clearly, word by word: "I only hope to repay your kindness with gratitude, Ying Luo. May I have my wish?"
Perhaps it was because he no longer referred to himself as "This King"; hearing him call her name made Ying Luo's heart tremble suddenly, a sensation that spread throughout her body, leaving her to wonder if she had inexplicably contracted some ailment.
And this ailment was something even she, the Divine Doctor, could not remedy.
Should she grant his wish? Could she even fulfill his desire?
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