The man on the bed had his eyebrows stretched and tightened, as if he was struggling in pain. Song Jinyin pursed her lips and carefully wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.
Only at this time will Pei Yanzhou's dark eyes completely put away his ruthlessness.
Song Jinyin's fingertips traced his beautiful eyebrows, stopping at the center of his eyebrows, and then moved away until he was no longer tense.
But as soon as he moved, the person on the bed reacted.
The man's hand from under the quilt reached out at some point. As it was shaking, it touched Song Jinyin's retreating wrist, and he subconsciously held it.
An earth dragon was burning inside the house, and a charcoal fire was lit outside.
Pei Yanzhou's hand was even hotter than anything else, and Song Jinyin instantly felt the heat coming from her wrist. She tried to pull her hand away, but the man had the strength to hold on tightly.
"Prince?"
Song Jinyin gave up struggling and shouted softly.
The water in the basin has become a lot colder. If you want to wipe his body, you have to go outside to change some water.
"Your Majesty, please let me go first. The medicine will be delivered shortly. You need to wipe it before drinking the medicine."
After the words fell, there was still no movement in the quiet room. Song Jinyin sighed softly. She was looking at her wrist with worry when she saw the person on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
The black eyes are as deep as a pool, and there is no gloominess in them in the past. There is purity in the mist, deep and clean.
Such non-offensive Qingjun eyebrows seemed to have only been seen in memory.
Song Jinyin couldn't recover, and she forgot her current situation for a moment.
"Don't let go."
The man's throat was so hoarse that he just looked at her quietly, confused and stubborn, "Why don't you want to see me so much?"
Song Jinyin's heart beat at a loss because of his domineering attitude. Pei Yanzhou's eyes fell on her, causing ripples to ripple once again in the dry pond that had been silent in her heart.
But the movement lasted only a moment, and she suddenly woke up.
She didn't want to see him.
The one he didn’t want to see was Pei Yanzhou.
It was because he got impatient and bored and moved himself elsewhere.
She was the one who had no choice from beginning to end, so these words were not said to her.
Thinking of this, Song Jinyin's heart was shaken and a thin layer of ice suddenly formed on the surface of the pool.
She didn't even want to cling to him on a daily basis, so how could she accept this affection that belonged to someone else when he was still unconscious.
Song Jinyin pulled her lips and smiled, but there was a dense pain in her heart. The spring spirit that she had deliberately suppressed began to wake up, but she died at this moment again.
Panic arose in her heart, and for a moment, she was lost in his gentle voice.
"The prince is sleepy."
Song Jinyin spoke with difficulty, the tip of her nose was sore, "Your Majesty, if you get better soon, you can see...the people you want to see."
The person on the bed seemed dissatisfied, and his dry thin lips moved.
Those dark eyes were gradually covered with sleepiness. In the end, they seemed to be trying hard to keep them open and not wanting to close them. His eyes kept focusing on her, and his hands became harder and harder to hold.
Song Jinyin simply let him hold her hand and stopped trying to persuade her.
The two people looked at each other, creating a rare illusion of harmony.
Before Pei Yanzhou closed his eyes, his hands finally loosened a little, allowing the distracted Song Jinyin to escape and breathe.
The room returned to its original appearance.
The man on the bed fell asleep again, his face flushed and his brows furrowed.
This time Song Jinyin didn't hesitate, changed the water and the handkerchief, and wiped it from his neck to his chest bit by bit, but when she scratched his old wound, there was no pause as before.
Like a maid who has completely lost all thoughts, only the neat movements of her hands are left.
This man liked to be clean, but after returning home he had a severe fever and had no time to take a bath. If he was not wiped carefully, he might have to spend a whole day in the bathhouse after he woke up to refresh himself.
When Butler Wang came in with the medicine, he saw Song Jinyin who was busy non-stop. Although her movements were careful, her face was expressionless and her eyes were numb.
Before he had time to think about the little girl's thoughts, he saw the person on the bed frowning and relaxing a little. Seeing that there was indeed no resistance at the beginning, Butler Wang finally felt relieved again.
No matter how much trouble there is between the two of them, Song Jinyin is still the one serving here.
"Miss Jinyin, the newly cooked medicine has been delivered. Cang Lin and the others couldn't feed it before and spilled a few mattresses. This time, I have to give it a try, girl."
"Is it just a slave?"
Song Jinyin put down the handkerchief, felt the warmth on his body, and covered him with the quilt again, "I'm afraid it won't be easy to feed this servant alone, so Butler Wang will have to help."
Butler Wang knew that she was too thin to lift the prince's body, but he had just stepped forward and before his hands touched the person on the bed, his relaxed brows wrinkled up again and his face became tense.
It's not that he doesn't trust me, it's just that he doesn't want to be touched and picked up.
But in this case, it still looks very tricky.
"Forget it, I'll let you come up with some ideas."
Song Jinyin put the things in her hands to one side, brought the medicine, and soaked his lips that were dry due to fever little by little.
I don't dare to feed more, for fear that it will flow down and wet the bed again.
The concoction fell in drop by drop. This time there were no tightly closed lips and no strength to resist.
Seeing this situation, there is nothing that Butler Wang does not understand.
No matter how tough a person is, he can't withstand the fragility of illness. After all, Song Jinyin has a place in the prince's heart.
It's just that this position is not recognized, and it cannot be put on the bright side. Only when they can't control their feelings, tough people will show a trace of sincerity.
Butler Wang shook his head and exited the room. Back then, the Duke's wife was most worried about the prince's temperament, and she was terrifyingly calm at such a young age.
She was afraid that no one would be able to get close to her son in the future, and she was also afraid that he would follow the selfishness of the prince and appear to be affectionate, but in reality he only loves herself and would not be able to taste the joy of having someone in his heart in this world.
But the current prince seems to have neither of these things. He is neither affectionate nor completely inaccessible. It's just that the person who can get close is burdened with other things, and he doesn't know how long he can stay here.
Butler Wang wanted to persuade him, but he couldn't find a way to speak.
The backyard shouldn't be something that hinders the prince's footsteps. If he tried to comfort him because of something he couldn't see or touch, it would only cause dissatisfaction.
It's just that for a stubborn person like the Crown Prince, things would not be much better if Song Jinyin was not around.
No matter how you look at it, it looks like a dead end.
The door outside was closed, and there were only two people left in the room.
The medicine that was brought was dripped little by little for a long time. Seeing that the medicine bowl was showing signs of cooling down, but there was still a large bowl of concoction left, Song Jinyin didn't know what to do for a moment.
"Your Majesty, if you don't take medicine, you won't be able to leave the house."
Song Jinyin used a spoon to scoop out the light brown concoction inside, lowered her eyes and spoke, her voice was clear and cold, with an almost inaudible sigh.
"Your Majesty wants to see your sweetheart so much, why not hold on for a while and drink the medicine first when you wake up."
Knowing that the person on the bed would not react, she couldn't help but read to herself.
They all put their hope in her, but it was obvious that she was just the one who was disliked.
If Pei Yanzhou didn't wake up, how could she feed him the medicine, and how could she wake him up and stop him from resisting so stubbornly.
Song Jinyin felt a little tired. She was woken up in the middle of her sleep and was blown by a cold wind.
Now she saw Pei Yanzhou treating her as someone else and revealing his concern for the first time, which almost made her think something she shouldn't have.
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and the more she thought about it, the more she hated herself for not being firm. When she spoke again, her tone suddenly became aggrieved.
"Since you have already sent your slaves away, why do you still have to ask them to come back to serve you? There are so many people guarding you, so there is no shortage of slaves."
Song Jinyin held the medicine bowl in both hands and her voice became lower and lower. She didn't know whether she was complaining or trying to persuade.
"Now that the prince is so weak, will she come to see the prince? If she comes, will she be willing to let her see the prince's appearance? The prince doesn't mind looking like this in front of his slaves, doesn't he also mind sleeping in front of his sweetheart for a long time? If the prince doesn’t take medicine anymore..."
"Song Jinyin."
A weak and hoarse voice interrupted her.
Song Jinyin raised her eyes in surprise and froze in place.
Pei Yanzhou did not open his eyes like he did just now, but his thin lips moved, and the hand in the mattress stretched out again.
"Where did your sweetheart come from? I'll just drink it."
