CH 23.2
23. Illness (2)
Yu Qingjia thought of this and felt saddened,
“Vixen, the man we met on the road earlier, has shrewd eyes and seemed like a capable person, but he was snatched away by Yu Qingya.”
“It’s okay, you don’t need an Accountant.”
“I do!”
Yu Qingjia raised her voice and her eyes were rounded,
“Although I don’t have any private property yet, I’m going to discuss marriage in a few years, and I need a competent accountant to take care of my dowry. Now, the dowry is not yet in sight, but the person has already been snatched away by Yu Qingya.”
Murong Yan stopped suddenly, Yu Qingjia was unprepared, and in a blink of an eye she was already several steps ahead of Murong Yan. She turned around confusedly, and saw Murong Yan standing still where he was. Although she couldn’t see his eyes, she knew he was looking at her intently,
“Discuss about marriage?”
“Yes.”
Yu Qingjia found this question very strange,
“I’m already fourteen, isn’t it a matter of time before a marriage would be arranged?”
Yes, it was indeed a matter of time. In fact, If that incident at the Eastern Palace had not occurred, he would have reached the age of choosing a princess consort by now. Marriage is inevitable, women will only have to marry sooner, so why would he feel surprised?
Murong Yan could not explain what the rage surging inside him was clamoring for, it was screaming inside him, as if it was desperately looking for a release point, desperate to see blood and destruction. Murong Yan was not unfamiliar with this sense of loss of control, like his grandfather, and uncle, he had felt an uncontrollable impulse to destroy everything ever since he was born. As he grew up, he became proud, cold-blooded, but also became self-disciplined and restrained, the attack also gradually stabilized. The last time he had an attack was when the Eastern Palace Incident took place.
But now, the turbulent violence is stronger than the previous times, and this sense of loss of control is even greater than when he was killing people. Yu Qingjia was originally jokingly playing with him, so she jumped forward two steps, turned around and saw how Murong Yan was behaving, and was immediately surprised.
“Vixen? What happened to you?… Vixen?”
Yu Qingjia fiercely jumped to his side, her hands trembling as she carefully held his arm. Yu Qingjia has only two maids around her right now, so when she went out she took the most resourceful one with her, but it turns out that the runt in a litter is ultimately still a runt, the maid is only 12 or 13 years old, she was even younger than Yu Qingjia, so once she saw all the new things in the temple, she immediately ran away and disappeared. While the Yu family has also gone away, resulting in only her and Murong Yan alone together, she can’t even find someone to ask for help.
Murong Yan in a riot of torn darkness, felt his arms were being held by a pair of fragile hands. Those hands are soft and boneless, weak and slender, that he even concluded that he can break them with a little force. Every time he was ill, he could not recognize even his six relatives, back in the Eastern Palace even the guards who had followed him for so many years did not dare to approach, but now, there was someone who was obviously too weak to even protect herself, but still came forward to half-embrace him and anxiously called out his name.
The slender muscles on Murong Yan’s arms were tense, and he now desperately craved blood, killing, and desperation. He turned his head with all his strength, his voice taut,
“Go away!”
“No. What’s wrong with you? Look at me, I’ll take you to the doctor.”
Murong Yan had only wanted to raise his hand to cover his eyes, but because he didn’t control the force, he actually lifted Yu Qingjia over. She stumbled a little and held onto the pillar by the corridor, her eyes gleamed with watery light.
Murong Yan is very familiar with this kind of gaze. When Emperor Mingwu lost control, he even chopped off his own wife, and Murong Yan’s illness was much more serious than him. Everyone called him Prince Langya, and after the Eastern Palace lost its power, the secret guards respectfully called him Young Master, but Murong Yan knew that in their hearts, he had always been a dangerous monster that needed to be dealt with carefully.
Yu Qingjia was close to him, because she thought he was a woman. If she learned about his real identity, she would definitely avoid him as well. Murong Yan tried his best to restrain the thought of committing a massacre, turned around and walked back, he had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt someone tugging at his back.
The force was soft and light, but the fingertips were clenched extremely tight. She grew up spoiled, naïve, innocent and unrestrained, she would even cry if she gets wet by the rain, but now she tugged at his sleeve firmly, her voice was hoarse and trembling,
“Jing Huan what’s wrong with you? If you feel uncomfortable just tell me, don’t leave me behind.”
The thoughts that triggered Murong Yan’s emotional outburst faded again, and he suddenly thought of one thing clearly at this moment.
‘She was his.’
Whether she’s a playmate, a reading companion, or something else, she should belong to him.
This idea was like a signal, to his manic mind, and it suddenly calm down, ink-like tumbling emotions also receded like the ebb tides, Murong Yan’s mind gradually regained clarity. He moved his eyes and slowly turned in the direction of Yu Qingjia.
Seeing Murong Yan gradually calming down, she looked at him carefully and asked in a small voice,
“Are you okay now?”
“Mm.”
“That’s good.”
She immediately breathed a long sigh of relief, and did not notice that behind those curtain hats, the pair of eyes did not return to their original state, it was still sunken like an abyss, the pupils were still emitting a faint blue light.
Yu Qingjia wanted to touch his forehead to check his temperature, but he caught her with one hand. She jerked a bit in surprise but did not pull out, and let him be. She put her heart back into her stomach then finally felt like chiding him for his actions just now,
“What happened to you? If you feel uncomfortable in the future, tell me sooner, you almost scared me to death just now.”
Murong Yan did not respond, he just walked while holding her hand like this for a while, his fingertips stroking the back of her white delicate hand, and his dark eyes were seemingly thoughtful. The two of them walked “Safe and Sound” for a while, and when they went around a corner, there was another group of people walking towards them.
Yu Qingjia felt a sudden pain in her hand, and she was about to turn around when she found that the force exerting in her hand was back to its original state. Yu Qingjia only thought that Murong Yan was probably startled by the sudden strangers, and did not take it to heart. She hung her head slightly lower to let them pass, she is after all an unmarried woman, and does not want to get involved with outside men. But the white brocade robe stopped in front of her, reluctant to go, the other party’s tone was clear and pleasant, the voice also contained a frivolous smile, “Raise your head.”
Yu Qingjia pulled Murong Yan to turn around and leave, but they haven’t even taken two steps and they were immediately stopped by a white-faced, beardless, feminine man. This man looked indescribably strange, even his voice is also sharp and thin,
“Did you not hear what His Highness said? How dare you be rude in front of the Prince of Yingchuan?”
Yu Qingjia was really surprised to hear this, Prince Yingchuan? The current emperor’s third son Murong Xu?
Yu Qingjia thought of this and felt saddened,
“Vixen, the man we met on the road earlier, has shrewd eyes and seemed like a capable person, but he was snatched away by Yu Qingya.”
“It’s okay, you don’t need an Accountant.”
“I do!”
Yu Qingjia raised her voice and her eyes were rounded,
“Although I don’t have any private property yet, I’m going to discuss marriage in a few years, and I need a competent accountant to take care of my dowry. Now, the dowry is not yet in sight, but the person has already been snatched away by Yu Qingya.”
Murong Yan stopped suddenly, Yu Qingjia was unprepared, and in a blink of an eye she was already several steps ahead of Murong Yan. She turned around confusedly, and saw Murong Yan standing still where he was. Although she couldn’t see his eyes, she knew he was looking at her intently,
“Discuss about marriage?”
“Yes.”
Yu Qingjia found this question very strange,
“I’m already fourteen, isn’t it a matter of time before a marriage would be arranged?”
Yes, it was indeed a matter of time. In fact, If that incident at the Eastern Palace had not occurred, he would have reached the age of choosing a princess consort by now. Marriage is inevitable, women will only have to marry sooner, so why would he feel surprised?
Murong Yan could not explain what the rage surging inside him was clamoring for, it was screaming inside him, as if it was desperately looking for a release point, desperate to see blood and destruction. Murong Yan was not unfamiliar with this sense of loss of control, like his grandfather, and uncle, he had felt an uncontrollable impulse to destroy everything ever since he was born. As he grew up, he became proud, cold-blooded, but also became self-disciplined and restrained, the attack also gradually stabilized. The last time he had an attack was when the Eastern Palace Incident took place.
But now, the turbulent violence is stronger than the previous times, and this sense of loss of control is even greater than when he was killing people. Yu Qingjia was originally jokingly playing with him, so she jumped forward two steps, turned around and saw how Murong Yan was behaving, and was immediately surprised.
“Vixen? What happened to you?… Vixen?”
Yu Qingjia fiercely jumped to his side, her hands trembling as she carefully held his arm. Yu Qingjia has only two maids around her right now, so when she went out she took the most resourceful one with her, but it turns out that the runt in a litter is ultimately still a runt, the maid is only 12 or 13 years old, she was even younger than Yu Qingjia, so once she saw all the new things in the temple, she immediately ran away and disappeared. While the Yu family has also gone away, resulting in only her and Murong Yan alone together, she can’t even find someone to ask for help.
Murong Yan in a riot of torn darkness, felt his arms were being held by a pair of fragile hands. Those hands are soft and boneless, weak and slender, that he even concluded that he can break them with a little force. Every time he was ill, he could not recognize even his six relatives, back in the Eastern Palace even the guards who had followed him for so many years did not dare to approach, but now, there was someone who was obviously too weak to even protect herself, but still came forward to half-embrace him and anxiously called out his name.
The slender muscles on Murong Yan’s arms were tense, and he now desperately craved blood, killing, and desperation. He turned his head with all his strength, his voice taut,
“Go away!”
“No. What’s wrong with you? Look at me, I’ll take you to the doctor.”
Murong Yan had only wanted to raise his hand to cover his eyes, but because he didn’t control the force, he actually lifted Yu Qingjia over. She stumbled a little and held onto the pillar by the corridor, her eyes gleamed with watery light.
Murong Yan is very familiar with this kind of gaze. When Emperor Mingwu lost control, he even chopped off his own wife, and Murong Yan’s illness was much more serious than him. Everyone called him Prince Langya, and after the Eastern Palace lost its power, the secret guards respectfully called him Young Master, but Murong Yan knew that in their hearts, he had always been a dangerous monster that needed to be dealt with carefully.
Yu Qingjia was close to him, because she thought he was a woman. If she learned about his real identity, she would definitely avoid him as well. Murong Yan tried his best to restrain the thought of committing a massacre, turned around and walked back, he had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt someone tugging at his back.
The force was soft and light, but the fingertips were clenched extremely tight. She grew up spoiled, naïve, innocent and unrestrained, she would even cry if she gets wet by the rain, but now she tugged at his sleeve firmly, her voice was hoarse and trembling,
“Jing Huan what’s wrong with you? If you feel uncomfortable just tell me, don’t leave me behind.”
The thoughts that triggered Murong Yan’s emotional outburst faded again, and he suddenly thought of one thing clearly at this moment.
‘She was his.’
Whether she’s a playmate, a reading companion, or something else, she should belong to him.
This idea was like a signal, to his manic mind, and it suddenly calm down, ink-like tumbling emotions also receded like the ebb tides, Murong Yan’s mind gradually regained clarity. He moved his eyes and slowly turned in the direction of Yu Qingjia.
Seeing Murong Yan gradually calming down, she looked at him carefully and asked in a small voice,
“Are you okay now?”
“Mm.”
“That’s good.”
She immediately breathed a long sigh of relief, and did not notice that behind those curtain hats, the pair of eyes did not return to their original state, it was still sunken like an abyss, the pupils were still emitting a faint blue light.
Yu Qingjia wanted to touch his forehead to check his temperature, but he caught her with one hand. She jerked a bit in surprise but did not pull out, and let him be. She put her heart back into her stomach then finally felt like chiding him for his actions just now,
“What happened to you? If you feel uncomfortable in the future, tell me sooner, you almost scared me to death just now.”
Murong Yan did not respond, he just walked while holding her hand like this for a while, his fingertips stroking the back of her white delicate hand, and his dark eyes were seemingly thoughtful. The two of them walked “Safe and Sound” for a while, and when they went around a corner, there was another group of people walking towards them.
Yu Qingjia felt a sudden pain in her hand, and she was about to turn around when she found that the force exerting in her hand was back to its original state. Yu Qingjia only thought that Murong Yan was probably startled by the sudden strangers, and did not take it to heart. She hung her head slightly lower to let them pass, she is after all an unmarried woman, and does not want to get involved with outside men. But the white brocade robe stopped in front of her, reluctant to go, the other party’s tone was clear and pleasant, the voice also contained a frivolous smile, “Raise your head.”
Yu Qingjia pulled Murong Yan to turn around and leave, but they haven’t even taken two steps and they were immediately stopped by a white-faced, beardless, feminine man. This man looked indescribably strange, even his voice is also sharp and thin,
“Did you not hear what His Highness said? How dare you be rude in front of the Prince of Yingchuan?”
Yu Qingjia was really surprised to hear this, Prince Yingchuan? The current emperor’s third son Murong Xu?
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