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"Qian Qian, this is my own choice."
"You... please don't cry."
I looked at him, my eyes blurred with tears.
"Xiao Yi, I want to make it up to you."
Xiao Yi was taken aback.
"How do you plan to make it up?"
I wiped my tears and looked at him.
"Xiao Yi, where's your medicine?"
"I'll go prepare it for you."
Xiao Yi's expression was complicated.
"Qian Qian, you don't have to..."
"Just wait, I'll go make the medicine for you!"
With that, I turned and ran out.
Xiao Yi's medicine had always been managed by uncle Wang, so I found uncle Wang and asked for Xiao Yi's medicine.
uncle Wang looked at me with a complicated expression.
"Princess, the prince..."
" uncle Wang, I know what I'm doing."
"Please don't worry."
uncle Wang sighed and handed me the medicine.
I personally cleaned the medicine pot, added water, and sat in the wind to brew the medicine.
About half an hour later, the medicine was ready.
I carried the medicine back to the study.
Xiao Yi was reading; when he saw me come in, he put down the book and looked at me.
"The medicine is ready."
"Please drink it."
I placed the bowl of medicine in front of Xiao Yi and looked at him expectantly.
Xiao Yi gazed at the bowl of medicine with a complicated expression.
"Qian Qian, this medicine..."
"It's so bitter."
I was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.
"Bitter, huh?"
"Let me try."
Saying this, I picked up the bowl of medicine and took a sip.
It was very bitter.
I frowned and handed the bowl to Xiao Yi.
"Even though it's bitter, you still have to drink it."
"If you take the medicine, your injuries will heal."
Xiao Yi looked at me with a complicated expression.
"Qian Qian, you're still young, and there are better choices."
"No, there are no better choices."
I looked at him with determination in my eyes.
"Xiao Yi, you are my best choice."
Xiao Yi appeared stunned, as if he couldn't quite process what I said.
I tugged at his collar and gently traced the scars on his body.
He had more than a dozen scars of varying sizes; aside from the long scar on his shoulder that extended to his abdomen, the sword wound on his chest was the most fatal.
As Xiao Yi came to his senses, he grabbed my hand.
"Qian Qian..."
I looked at him calmly.
"The battle at Dongyang was orchestrated by Yuwen Hao, right?"
"What he did was to solidify his throne."
"And you willingly handed over the world you fought for."
"Xiao Yi, why did you come back?"
"You could have lived in hiding and led a peaceful life."
"You returned because of Luo Yu, didn't you?"
"You are afraid he will go astray, you are afraid he will die."
"Xiao Yi, what would you do if Luo Yu were to rebel?"
"Would you give up everything again to save him?"
Xiao Yi looked at me, his expression complicated.
"Qian Qian, how could you..."
I smiled and reached out to hold his hand.
"Xiao Yi, I understand you."
"Just as you understand me."
Xiao Yi fell silent.
"You guessed right."
"I faked my death for three years just to prevent Luo Yu from reaching an irretrievable point."
"Yuwen Hao is skilled in the ways of kings, but he lacks compassion."
"Luo Yu is different; he sees human life as worthless."
"So, I have returned."
I looked at him, a pang of sorrow in my heart.
"Xiao Yi, let's leave Kyoto."
"I don't want you to be caught up in these disputes any longer."
"Let us go incognito and find a quiet place to live peacefully."
Xiao Yi grasped my hand back, his expression resolute.
"Alright."
"When things in the capital are settled, if you haven't changed your mind, I will take you away."
Half of Xiao Yi's military power had fallen into Luo Yu's hands; he could deploy soldiers at will.
So, Xiao Yi cannot die.
At least not now.
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