The next day.
When Su Ruotang woke up, she was still lying on the ground, her breath filled with the cold scent of cedar.
She tilted her head.
What comes into view is the beautiful sleeping face of Mo Rong and Yan Jun.
Probably because of drinking last night, the man's cold white cheeks were unusually crimson.
Her lips are bright red and her face is stunning.
Su Ruotang pulled away his hand on her waist and sat up slowly.
Although there was a thick carpet on the floor, my whole body still ached after sleeping all night.
As soon as she stood up, her slender and delicate ankles were grasped by warm hands.
Mo Rongyan covered his lips and kept coughing, "Cough...cough..."
Su Ruotang gathered her outer shirt and pinched the belt of her outer shirt with her delicate white fingers.
Lowering his eyes, he looked straight into the man's dark eyes.
"Madam, do you want to leave your husband?"
After looking at each other for a moment, he slowly spoke, his usually clear voice filled with hoarseness.
The corner of Su Ruotang's mouth twitched, and Yingrun's feet moved.
I want to step on his face.
She smiled but said: "Yes, the letter of separation has been written. Please sign it, Your Highness."
"From now on, you and I will go back to each other, and the road will go back to the road."
"Ahem, ma'am, I'm sick. Do you really want to abandon your seriously ill husband?" Mo Ronyan sat up slowly and looked up at her.
Su Ruotang's red lips formed a sarcastic arc: "This is not called abandonment, this is called getting rid of the dregs."
Mo Ronyan covered her lips again and coughed twice, the tiredness and weakness in her brows and eyes became more intense, "I never promised Shang Ruyan to protect her throughout her life."
Su Ruotang looked at him steadily, blinked, and said indifferently, "Does it have anything to do with me?"
"You don't need to tell me what happened between His Highness and Shang Ruyan. I'm not interested."
Mo Rongyan's eyebrows slowly furrowed, and his cheeks were flushed due to fever, with an alluring beauty, "Little Haitang, do you still remember what happened on the wedding night?"
"You have severe allergies. You still have a fever and you still need to drink..." Hexin wine.
"That's enough, Mo Ronyan, I'm going to treat the patient." Su Ruotang interrupted him, his soft voice filled with coldness, "Your Highness, please seek medical treatment from the imperial physician, so as not to burn out your brain."
Just talking nonsense.
"Su Ruotang, don't you care at all about the position of the third prince's concubine?"
Su Ruotang was in a trance when he heard the man calling her by his first and last name.
This seems to be the first time he calls himself this.
Still with a trace of anger.
Anger?
I’m not angry yet!
What right does a dog man have to be angry!
Su Ruotang looked at him condescendingly and said calmly: "Third Prince, my marriage to you is just a transaction."
"I've cured your cold poison, and you can protect everyone in Tan Mansion from harm."
"Now, between you and me, my promise to you still stands."
"Or, if you feel it hurts your self-esteem, you can write and leave the book so that we can get together and part ways."
After saying this, she turned around and left without any hesitation, went to the next door room to borrow a dress from Tan Zhixi, put it on, and left the hot spring villa.
Good to get together and good to go...
Hearing the door close, Mo Ronyan's eyes showed bitterness.
It turned out that unknowingly, he had regarded her as the person he wanted to work with for the rest of his life.
He raised his hands to cover his eyes, covering the emotions behind them.
His eyes, which were always deep, were covered with a layer of confusion.
By the time Mo Jinming and Fu Beixian came over, Mo Ronyan was already burning up and feeling a little dizzy.
"Second brother!"
"Beixian, return to the palace quickly!"
"If you don't go back to the palace, go find Su Ruotang."
Mo Ronyan's lips were so bright that they almost bled, but his cheeks were as pale as paper.
The tail of his eyes turned a gorgeous rouge color due to high fever.
The ultimate red and the ultimate white outline a breathtaking magnificence.
"Are you crazy? If you don't go to the imperial doctor after being burned like this, you want to die!" Fu Beixian helped him up, and he and Mo Jinming carried him out.
Mo Ronyan closed his eyes to get over the dizziness when he stood up, and the low tone of his voice was unmistakable, "Go find Su Ruotang."
"You!" Fu Beixian gritted his teeth, wanting to slap him unconscious.
Mo Jinming sighed: "At least have something to eat before going."
He pointed to the breakfast on the table: "Do you still have strength? Do you need me to feed you?"
Mo Ronyan looked at him expressionlessly.
That look contained murderous intent.
However, Mo Jinming was not afraid and forcefully helped Mo Ronyan to the table, "Why did you offend your younger siblings?"
"Don't tell me that I didn't offend you. My sister and I are pure and kind-hearted. If I hadn't been so angry, I wouldn't have left you alone in the room with cold and high fever."
Mo Ronyan lowered his eyes and looked at the white porridge in front of him, picked up the spoon and stirred it gently, without refuting Mo Jinming's words.
After drinking less than half of the bowl of porridge, he suddenly said, "I didn't mess with her."
Mo Jinming and Fu Beixian were stunned by his mindless words.
Mo Ronyan thought of what he said last night and this morning, and felt that he was really confused.
He would do such a stupid thing.
Mo Jinming and Fu Beixian looked at each other suspiciously.
Immediately, the two looked at Mo Jinming's clothes, thinking that he was lying on the ground when he just came in, and his expression became a little strange.
"Could it be that you slept on the floor with your siblings last night?"
Fu Beixian deliberately emphasized the word "sleep" and turned it into a verb.
Mo Ronyan's mind was in a daze and he didn't hear what he meant. He gave a faint hum and stood up unsteadily.
Fu Beixian: "!!!"
"You deserve to be abandoned by your siblings!"
"Are you so impatient? The bed is right next to you!"
Mo Jinming supported Mo Ronyan and hesitated to speak. Finally, he just said, "Don't sleep on the ground in the future. My brothers and sisters are weak and can't bear it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Shi came in.
He carefully glanced at Mo Rongyan Qingjun's side face: "Your Highness, the princess has given you medicine...and flowers."
Looking at the words held in Shen Shi's hands, the three people in the room fell silent.
Fu Beixian and Mo Jinming looked at Mo Rongyan sympathetically.
A sneer escaped from the corners of Mo Ronyan's lips.
Shen Shi, under tremendous pressure, brought Su Ruotang's words to the table, "The princess said that she would send the flowers first to take the first place."
Look at the wording.
Take first place...
What ranks first?
The first to pay homage?
Mo Ronyan's thin, white lips curled into a cold curve.
He stretched out his hand towards Shen Shi.
Shen Shi put the medicine bottle in his hand into his palm.
Mo Rongyan's eyes darkened and he threw the bottle on the table.
Shen Shi's heart trembled and he handed over the white chrysanthemum he was holding.
Mo Ronyan took it, Xiuchang held the petals with his fingers and played with them, his careless look making it impossible to see what he was thinking.
