Chapter Thirty-Five

  It was unclear how much time had passed when Xia Zi Liao woke up in a daze, her entire body aching, but the quilt was warm.

  What's wrong with her, why is she lying in bed? Ah, suddenly remembered the flower appreciation in the palace, and then that cup of wine, in the cold air, she drank it together with everyone without any defense. Why did her stomach ache so much after drinking it? And then suddenly, a drop of black pus dripped from the corner of her mouth, falling on the back of her hand, warm and wet temperature. But when she remembered this scene until the end, she had already lost consciousness due to the pain.

  "Wake up——" A low, slightly hoarse voice sounded beside her ear. Mo Yunxuan had long noticed that the person on the bed slowly opened their tightly closed eyes. Heaven knows how tense he was from the moment her eyelashes started trembling. His stiff fingers didn't dare move, fearing what he saw was an illusion.

  Due to his voice, Xia Zi slowly turned her eyes over and met a pair of dark eyes by the bed, although that handsome face didn't change much, but the fatigue hidden between his eyebrows made her heart skip a beat.

  "Are you hungry?"

  Mo Yunxuan's expression was calm as he reached out his hand, the scorching warmth covering her icy forehead, a dense warmth spreading all the way to her heart. Xia Ziqi gazed into those dark eyes, unable to conceal the concern and tenderness within, and for a moment, she felt dizzy.

  "It's okay, I've withdrawn..." As if finally able to let out a breath, the maid brought up a bowl of rice porridge, and Xia Zicong took one look at that steaming hot bowl before realizing he was actually hungry.

  Mo Yunxuan got up and moved to the bedside, holding Xia Ziqi in his arms, took the bowl from the maid's hand, scooped it with a spoon, blew it slightly cool before feeding it into Xia Ziqi's mouth.

  Careful expression, patient movement, is this Mo Yunxuan? That person who makes everyone fearful and tremble with his majestic presence, the Yan King who dominated the imperial court.

  "What's going on?"

  The spoon was handed over to Xia Zi's lips, but she just stared blankly and didn't open her mouth. Mo Yunxuan's straight eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  "I'll just do it myself then—"

  She responded vaguely, feeling that this feeling was strange. Undoubtedly, she still had some fear in her heart. His temper was unpredictable, and she was afraid of provoking him with a single misstep.

  While speaking, Xia Ziyou had already taken the bowl from his hand, and Mo Yunxuan didn't force her.

  Slowly getting up, a window opens halfway to the corridor. At the end of the corridor, a figure kneels on the ground, looking like a statue in the distance, kneeling straight there.

  "Right. How's the palace?"

  She absent-mindedly ate two spoonfuls, which was a question she had been worried about but didn't dare ask.

  "The queen has been imprisoned, so don't worry about this matter—"

  Don't worry, how can she not worry?

  "Not an Empress—"

  No one is stupid enough to poison their own party, and in any case, based on the current situation, it's unlikely that the queen would harm her.

  "This king will get to the bottom of this matter—"

  This damn foolish woman, doesn't she ever bring her brain when she goes out? In the palace, it's all about intrigue and deception. He's seen enough of those plots. In the palace, every move, every bite, every sip requires caution. Obviously, with her trusting nature, she's not suited to be in the palace. When the guard rushed to the king's mansion on horseback to tell him that she was poisoned, he felt an overwhelming fear that almost knocked him down. This kind of fear from the bottom of his heart, a fear he had never felt before, left his mind almost blank. He didn't dare imagine what his life would be like without her. Finally, an urgent report came from the palace saying that she was poisoned but not fatally, and could still be cured.

  Still treatable, still treatable. Are these words good news or bad news to him? He slumped in his chair, feeling more defeated than ever before. Due to a moment of negligence and complacency, he almost made an irreparable mistake. Self-blame and regret filled his heart. This kind of mistake must never happen again.