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"There are no medicines, we can only clean and bandage it simply. The exit is completely sealed now, we need to find a way out quickly, or else the wound will fester." Yu Huan's emotions had calmed down.
However, in response to his reminder, Wen Tian merely nodded slightly, her reaction rather indifferent. It wasn't until she took out Mei Luo, who was crumpled but at least not rotten, that a softer expression appeared on her face.
These actions angered Yu Huan. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't help but feel jealous.
"Yu Huan really doesn't understand. Aside from his handsome face, what good is Tang Zhiyun? He's as stubborn as a rock in a latrine—stinky and hard. Why does the Emperor care so much about him?"
Wen Tian burst into laughter unexpectedly.
That description was quite fitting; it seemed he had been somewhat successful in making others dislike him.
"He really isn't that great." She agreed with this point, though matters of the heart were always complicated.
"Then why does the Emperor treat him so well?" Her tone wasn't exactly bitter; it sounded more like she was genuinely seeking an answer.
"Is he really that good?" How could she not know? Wen Tian's eyes held a confusion even she couldn't comprehend. After a long pause, she sighed and slowly uttered three words, "Maybe he is..."
Her heart was in turmoil; she could no longer distinguish her feelings for him. To her, Tang Zhiyun was like a thorn—painful if left in place, but if removed, it would fester. It wasn't until that day when his life hung by a thread that she realized she would rather let it rot inside her than let go.
"It wasn't intentional to pay attention, yet I inadvertently fell into this trap. I am helpless," Wen Tian's voice carried deep resignation as she slightly lowered her head, her gaze somewhat distant.
Yu Huan's grip tightened suddenly, his eyes widening in disbelief. He hadn't expected her to candidly express her feelings... He understood that this was undoubtedly another form of confession...
Looking into her bittersweet eyes, Yu Huan found himself unable to control his impulse as he leaned forward. His long fingers gently lifted her chin, and his lips softly brushed against her eyes. Wen Tian's body trembled slightly; despite the faintness of the scent, she could instantly capture the warm fragrance that lingered from years spent among books—the smell of ink.
Two days and nights passed in the valley in the blink of an eye, but outside, the world may have already changed.
Though Wen Tian did not mention it, Yu Huan could guess that the exit from the valley had been inexplicably sealed off, and the reinforcements that had been pursuing them were still nowhere to be seen. He understood all too well what might be happening within this situation.
The so-called accidents were all man-made, and this speculation was confirmed when they were finally rescued and witnessed firsthand the chaos unfolding in the palace at that time.
Standing at the highest point outside the palace, they could see the entire layout of the palace at a glance. It appeared as if it were drenched in a fiery world, with the piercing screams and shouts of palace servants ringing in their ears.
Time passed—perhaps an hour—and gradually, the palace quieted down, slowly returning to its former tranquility as if nothing had ever happened.
Yu Huan's face turned pale, and seeing this, Wen Tian couldn't help but feel a sense of mischief.
"Can you guess what just happened over there?" she asked, pointing towards the palace with a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
"Is it... a palace coup?" Yu Huan replied cautiously, a flicker of fear in his eyes.
Wen Tian laughed lightly, "I thought you would say rebellion; it's pretty much the same thing."
This seemingly aimless conversation made Yu Huan's heart skip a beat. The meanings of these terms were vastly different; while there were uprisings by righteous armies and chaos among princes nowadays, a palace coup could refer to either situation. However, rebellion pointed solely to Prince Ju Xiang. Was Her Majesty's sudden question intentional or unintentional? Or did she... sense something?
While he pondered this, hurried hoofbeats approached and then stopped—it was Ju Xiang. As soon as those men arrived, they immediately aimed their weapons at Yu Huan, their blood-stained silver spears glinting coldly in the moonlight.
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