Distinguishing True Heart

  A pang of heartache flashed across his eyes, he suddenly turned around and chased after her for several steps, embracing her from behind.

  He felt her take a deep breath, and hastily let go of his hand, grabbing her right arm to turn her body around, facing him. Her body was scorching hot, the heat not only burning his hands but also his heart.

  The heavy rain quickly soaked the two of them, Yuan Longqiao wanted to pull her into the corridor, but Xia Tian struggled desperately, kicking and punching him, tears streaming down her face as she cried out in a muffled voice: "Let me go, I want to go home, I want to find my mom. I want to go home, I don't want to be here! I want to go home..."

  His breathing grew heavier, his heart pounding against her voice. He held her body tightly, silently enduring her kicks and punches. At this moment, he finally understood why he was so concerned about her gaze at Xiaoyang, why he had made up his mind but still couldn't leave here half a step! She's obviously a timid girl, how could she be so stubbornly strong-willed! He smiled wryly, but his eyes were exceptionally gentle. With one hand, he lifted her chin and looked into those tear-filled eyes. His emotions, like the pouring rain, could no longer be controlled or suppressed. A kiss, quiet, deep.

  Heavy rain pours down, deep emotions hard to express.

  The air in her chest was completely drawn out, her breathing was labored and she couldn't catch her breath, suddenly everything went black before her eyes, and she fell softly into his arms.

  "Xiao Tian!" He called her name for the first time, a bit stiff, yet so natural. He swept her up in his arms and rushed towards Moluo Pavilion, her body burning like hot charcoal, light as if weightless.

  He strode swiftly, holding her tightly in his arms, wishing he could shield her from all the wind and rain.

  "Your Highness..."

  "Oh! Miss, miss what's going on?"

  Suddenly seeing Yuan Longqiao and Xia Tian rushing into the Mo Li Pavilion like two drowned chickens, both Xiuniang and Fengli were shocked.

  Yuan Longqiao was panting heavily, his face deathly pale; Xia Tian's eyes were tightly closed, devoid of any signs of life.

  Xiu Niang pulled Feng Lui, who was crying uncontrollably, away from Yuan Longqiao's side. While helping him send Xia Tian into the bedroom, she loudly ordered the other maids in Moluo Pavilion: "Quickly prepare hot water and bring over some clean clothes."

  As soon as her frail body touched the bed, Xia Tian's originally drowsy eyes suddenly widened, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, her face pale with a hint of green, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her body.

  "Your Highness!" Xiu Niang couldn't help but panic either.

  Suddenly realizing something, Yuan Longqiao hastily turned Xia Tian's body to lie on her side. He reached out to try and undo her clothes, but her skirt was all wet and stuck to her body, making it impossible to make a move.

  "Bring me scissors." He wiped off the water stains on his face, his tone was still calm but his voice had already become hoarse.

  Feng Li stopped crying and shakily found a pair of scissors to hand over.

  With a few quick cuts, the clothes on Xia Tian's back were torn open. At a glance, everyone couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air. The wound was red and swollen, festering with yellow pus, it was simply unbearable to look at.

  "Miss!" Feng Li covered her mouth and started crying again.

  Her eyes were half open and half closed, her gaze was scattered and unfocused, and her teeth chattered. Xia Tian's whole body was trembling all over, curled up into a small ball, lying sideways on the originally very wide bed made her look even more pitiful.

  His fingers trembled slightly, Yuan Long furrowed his brow and forcibly suppressed the sorrow and pain in his heart, hastily instructing: "Quickly go invite the imperial physician over, no, call Qing Meng over."

  "Your Highness, Qing Meng Gongzi is probably..." Xiūniáng hesitated and stopped speaking.

  The air suddenly became somewhat solidified.

  After a while, he let out a breath and his voice stabilized: "It was my fault. You quickly help the princess bathe and change into dry clothes, also use green jade ointment to carefully treat her wounds."

  "Yes, we understand. Your Highness should also change your clothes quickly."

  "This king will go find Qing Meng personally." He seemed to ignore it, took a glance at Xia Tian and instructed anxiously: "You all must serve her carefully, don't hurt her again."

  Spring is late, and the grass and trees are withered. Even in this late summer season, Chunji Garden still has a refreshing and cool atmosphere, with lush green grass and willows, and the fragrance of flowers lingering, as if the spring spirit lingers and does not leave.

  The window was wide open, and the green curtains hung quietly by the window, listening to the sound of the rain. The rain fell continuously, pouring down in sheets, rustling and pattering, stirring up the whole world yet making it quiet at the same time. Every time it rained like this, he liked to sit alone by the window, with a bamboo chair, a cup of fragrant tea, and a room full of quiet elegance. His keen sense of hearing made up for his lack of sight, and his heart was calm and peaceful, in a state that could not be described as anything but serene.

  But today is different, without the comfort of the past, only unbearable annoyance. Summer encountered a thorn, and Long Qiao actually went to find it! He really wanted to convince himself that Long Qiao did this just to show off in front of Xia Jingting. But could he deceive himself? Could he really comfort himself with such self-deception?

  There were footsteps outside, walking in the rain, seemingly in a hurry. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately got up to welcome him.

  "Qingming, Xiaotian is ill, you go take a look at her, okay?"

  "Little Tian?" He stared blankly, Qing Ming slowly opened his eyes, infinite desolation and sorrow merged into his dull gaze, as if a layer of grayish-white fog rose up, only to instantly dissipate into wisps of light smoke. "You... you call her Little Tian? You two are already..." His words trailed off at the edge of his lips, unable to continue.

  "I know you don't want to treat the woman, but I only trust you." Yuan Longqiao sighed, "Forget it, it's my fault, I shouldn't have made such a request that makes things difficult for you. I'll instruct someone to invite the imperial physician instead."

  He completely misunderstood, Qingming smiled wryly, but his heart couldn't help but feel a hint of emotion. He reached out and pulled him back, saying firmly: "I'll go."