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The next day, Yuan Qing lay in bed, her high fever refusing to subside, feeling dazed and lethargic.
Before the hour of Chen arrived, Lan Xiang stormed in, visibly furious. Upon seeing the cloak in her hand, Lan Xiang's expression shifted slightly.
Lan Xiang strode to the bedside and shook Yuan Qing vigorously. When she saw her wake up, Lan Xiang pointed at the cloak and demanded sharply, "How did the Crown Prince's clothing end up with you?"
"Last night, while gathering dew, I happened to encounter His Highness. He, being kind-hearted and considerate of my hard work, personally gifted me this cloak," Yuan Qing replied.
Lan Xiang shot her a glare. The calm demeanor on Yuan Qing's face infuriated her even more. It was as if she were a ball of cotton; no matter how much she was humiliated, she remained unperturbed.
Despite being merely a lowly servant, that tranquil and composed expression always made others feel ashamed, as if she were the one in a position of power.
Lan Xiang snatched the cloak from her hands and headed toward the main hall, not forgetting to warn Yuan Qing, "You stay here properly. Don't wander around without the lady's orders. If I can't find you later, you'll have to face the consequences."
"Yes, I understand," Yuan Qing replied with a smile as she lay back down, fully aware that a storm was brewing ahead.
In Fanghua Palace, consort Li listened to Lan Xiang's words and slammed his hand down on the table with a loud thud, jealousy flashing in his beautiful eyes.
He had personally demoted her to the lowest rank of servant and disdainfully handed her over for his own disposal. Why then did he send her a cloak in the dead of night?
Was it out of pity for her suffering? Unfortunately, even if he wanted to regret it now, she would no longer give him that opportunity.
Thinking of this, consort Li's expression turned cold, revealing a sinister and ruthless look. "Lan Xiang, I do not wish for her to appear before the Crown Prince again. You know what to do."
"Yes, I understand," Lan Xiang said with a smile as she stepped back.
Before long, Lan Xiang returned with two eunuchs, pointing at Yuan Qing and commanding, "This person has stolen the Crown Prince's personal belongings. The crime is unforgivable. Bind her and take her away!"
The tightly shut door was suddenly flung open with a loud bang, and Li Song's figure appeared in the dimmest corner of the side hall. The two Little Eunuchs who were torturing Yuan Qing jumped in fright, their clamps clattering to the ground. "Your Highness..."
Lan Xiang was so startled that her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the floor, stammering and unable to speak.
Li Song didn't even glance at her as he walked straight over and crouched down in front of Yuan Qing.
Yuan Qing lay limply on the ground, her body covered in blood, her usually calm face pale as paper.
Her hair was disheveled, lacking its usual defiance, which made her appear even more delicate and fragile, evoking deep sympathy.
Li Song frowned and reached out to lift the unconscious Yuan Qing into his arms.
She felt incredibly light, even lighter than when he had first carried her back from Chang'an South Suburb, as if she had completely lost her weight.
Looking at her pitiful state, his heart ached painfully. Gritting his teeth, he murmured, "I admit it; this time, I've lost to you again."
Hearing his voice, Yuan Qing struggled to open her eyes and managed a faint smile. "You came."
Yuan Qing knew that with consort Li's temperament, if he found out that the Crown Prince still cared for her and worried about her, he would surely feel a sense of jealousy.
He was deliberately tormenting consort Li, wanting to wear down her sharp edges and her resolve, so that she would willingly accept his arrangements.
Even if this time consort Li did not act harshly, there would inevitably be a second and a third time... So she did as he wished, intentionally letting Lan Xiang see his cloak, even speaking ambiguously to spark imagination.
Hearing her words, Li Song sighed silently.
This woman always had a way of calmly piercing through his facade, seeing the plans he kept hidden deep within his heart.
On the surface, she seemed to be following his plans step by step, but in reality, she was resisting him in her own way.
He had never seen a woman so ruthless with herself; even when battered and bruised, she still smiled as if the world were light and carefree.
How could he bear to let go of someone like her?
Li Song's heart was restless for a long time. Holding her in his arms, his touch became much gentler, afraid that he might accidentally hurt her.
But what could he do to truly keep her by his side?
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