Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Cherish This Moment, This Time

Xiang Ying stared blankly at the Blood Jade Round Pendant.

A deep red of extreme purity, without a single impurity.

It was carved with ‘Qilin Chasing the Sun’, obviously no ordinary item.

Such a valuable object, of such significant meaning, Xiang Ying shook her head without a second thought.

“I don’t want it, you keep it yourself.”

“Take it.”

Jie Chen, however, didn’t waste words, his large palm grasped Xiang Ying’s wrist directly, placing the Blood Jade into her palm.

He did not let go; instead, his well-defined palm tightly clasped Xiang Ying’s fingertips.

The burning temperature from the fever felt like a fiery embrace, gently enveloping her.

Xiang Ying’s eyebrows slightly raised, her tone calmed down, carrying a hint of displeasure.

“Jie Chen, are you entrusting me with your legacy? Don’t you believe I can cure you?”

Jie Chen was taken aback, then laughed, coughing violently twice.

He looked at her, his dark eyes serious: “Where did your mind wander to? This jade symbolizes my identity, my father also has one exactly the same.”

“I’m worried that as my illness gets worse, one day I might lose this jade, and someone might take advantage of the situation. Only by giving it to you am I completely at ease.”

Only then did Xiang Ying agree to help keep it safe.

With a touch of her hand, the blood-red jade pendant naturally found its way into her spatial storage.

Jie Chen was relieved, sighing deeply.

Xiang Ying took out a body supplement from her space.

Cupping Jie Chen’s chin, she sat on the couch in front of him: “Open your mouth.”

Jie Chen’s eyes were profound, his slightly parted thin lips allowed Xiang Ying to pour in the unknown liquid.

His expression, as if even if Xiang Ying was feeding him poison, he would still drink it as usual.

Xiang Ying fed him the medicine, then had him change his clothes.

She took out another thick quilt from her space, placing it at the foot of the bed.

Jie Chen glanced faintly: “Are you sleeping here too?”

Xiang Ying tilted her head: “Otherwise? You want me to lie on the floor?”

Jie Chen pursed his lips, his pupils inky black, gazing at her.

“Are we sleeping together?”

Xiang Ying raised her eyebrows, then Jie Chen added: “I remember you can pull out a folding bed from the Universe Silk Bag.”

“Sleeping together in one bed, what’s wrong with that? Are you afraid I’ll take advantage of you?” Xiang Ying leaned against the foot of the bed, her bright eyes conveying a slight dissatisfaction.

Jie Chen looked at her, unhesitatingly saying: “Not afraid, I’m afraid I can’t control myself.”

Xiang Ying’s eyes widened slightly.

In the past, whenever Jie Chen spoke of such matters, he would invariably turn his flushed face away.

But now, their eyes met, and Jie Chen didn’t avoid her gaze, but stared straight back, like a beckoning flame abyss, silently waiting for her to step in.

Xiang Ying moved closer along the bed, her lower back slightly arched, her hand hooking Jie Chen’s chin.

“What are you thinking, Jie Chen? You’re sick, you can’t do it.”

“Can’t even embrace?” Jie Chen pressed, like a child slowly pleading for sweet candy.

Xiang Ying laughed out loud, at which Jie Chen’s muscles tensed, his voice hoarse in explanation: “If it bothers you, just pretend I’m deliriously ill and ignore me.”

Jie Chen didn’t expect that no sooner had he finished speaking, Xiang Ying had already leaned in and kissed him.

Her body always carried a refreshing soapberry fragrance, coupled with the cool breath of snow, cold and clear, enough to give him, burning all over like hot iron, a moment’s breath.

A kiss, like a deluge, their emotions poured out like swirling snowflakes, unstoppable.

Until the very last moment Jie Chen propped himself up, his eyes swirling with intense emotion.

“Is it still that same request? Once outside this door, you are you, and I am me?” he asked.

Xiang Ying’s lips shimmered, her hair spread out, a blossoming embroidered pattern vividly red on her gown that lay on the floor.

She wrapped her arms around Jie Chen’s neck, smiling softly: “Can you not overthink, being so ill, why still worry about asking these, what if neither of us can leave this room?”

Of course, Xiang Ying was just scaring him, and Jie Chen knew it too.

But, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, continuing her words, “Then let’s cherish this moment, right now.”

Xiang Ying thought that Bu Feng was quite a decent person, for the bed they were provided with even came with drapes.

To some extent, the curtains swayed and fell by themselves, enveloping them into a private little world.

For a moment, it really made Xiang Ying believe that in this world, there were only her and Jie Chen.

What surprised her even more was that Jie Chen, despite being ill, still had so much energy.

In the stifling granary, the romance was like a thin mist, causing a patch of snow on the roof to melt and turn into sparkling droplets, which fell along the eaves.

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Just as Xiang Ying had guessed, although Bu Feng said when he left that food would be delivered daily,

since they were locked in the granary, no one else had come to check on them.

For three consecutive days, Xiang Ying and Jie Chen took medicine, ate food, then drew the drapes and discussed life.

If it were not for Xiang Ying having her own space, they would probably have starved to death together there.

On the fourth night.

After Xiang Ying and Jie Chen were detained, the atmosphere within the Exile Team turned chillingly cold.

The Sixth Prince skimmed their food and even found excuses the day before to beat Skinny Monkey and Acid Scholar, making all the soldiers and prisoners watch, clearly demonstrating a warning.

Everyone knew that the Sixth Prince did this because he knew that Jie Chen had contracted the epidemic, and now Xiang Ying was locked in with him; both were likely not going to recover.

Qianqian went as far as to directly snatch the supplies that Tao Xue and the others had hoarded, taking advantage of the Sixth Prince’s support and claimed them as her own.

Qi Fengyi, for resisting, was also tied up and beaten.

Perhaps it was for this reason that two days ago, Aren disappeared.

Everyone said that Aren ran away seeing there was no one to rely on.

Fortunately, before Xiang Ying left, she buried food in the snow, leaving it to Tao Xue and the children.

Otherwise, they had only starvation to await death.

At night, the Sixth Prince’s men were responsible for distributing food, and everyone only got half a cold, hard bun.

Rongrong quietly took it and sneaked into Tao Xue’s house.

They had secretly discussed beforehand to save some food together; Rongrong quietly brought it over to Xiang Ying.

At this moment, Tao Xue took out her saved assortment of little cakes and pickled dough lumps, as well as the seven buns previously brought by Xiang Li and Lin Lingxiang, and handed them all to Rongrong.

“Be careful, Seventh Princess, and don’t let anyone see you.”

Rongrong nodded: “Don’t worry. My relationship with Supervisor Li Fengcheng is not bad, he has already scouted a secret path for me and will cover me to get to the granary.”

She tied the bundle of food on her back, while Tao Xue escorted her out the door.

A dark figure waited nearby, it was Li Fengcheng.

Rongrong smiled knowingly and quickly walked over.

Three little ones sat by the side, blinking their big eyes.

Xiang Xiuxiu watched Tao Xue and Qi Fengyi standing at the doorway, their faces filled with worry, and the little one silently sighed.

“Mother really can conjure up food, why don’t they believe it?”

The cold was biting, and the night was thick and slushy.

Rongrong, wearing a rather thin skirt, walked in the snow.

Suddenly, she stepped on a stone hidden in the snow, and her whole body tilted to the side.

“Careful!” Li Fengcheng quickly stretched out his hand, catching her.

His palm was warm, unlike her icy cool hands.

Rongrong’s face turned red, she looked up to see Li Fengcheng’s handsome face, then lowered her head: “Thank you, Supervisor Li.”

“You’re welcome, helping you is also helping the Vice General, but we need to make it quick and avoid being noticed.”

“Okay.” Rongrong nodded, ready to follow him at a brisk pace.

Just then, a cold reprimand came from behind them.

“Stop!”

Rongrong’s figure stiffened, turning back to look.

Qianqian was draped in a purple brocade cloak, accompanied by maids and guards, holding torches as she chased after them.