The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 173 You can't even take care of yourself.

Pei Du eventually left the palace on his own.

Outside the palace walls, Jingmo stood anxiously at the palace gate, pacing back and forth.

Looking towards the palace gate from afar, I finally saw a red figure walking out!
Jingmo's eyes lit up, and he took a few steps to meet him.

"My lord! You've finally come out!"

Jingmo was delighted, but then noticed the man's pale face.

"Are you alright? You haven't had a rest for three days."

Pei Du shook his head slightly, his tone cool and calm: "It's nothing. Why are you here?"

Jingmo hurriedly said, "My lord, news just came from the princess's residence that His Highness has awakened!"

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The man's eyes finally flickered a few times, and his thin lips pursed slightly: "Let's go back to Wenshan Pavilion first."

Upon hearing this, Jingmo looked puzzled: "Sir, aren't you going to check on Her Highness the Princess?"

Pei Du said softly, "Her clothes are dirty, and it bothers her."

Jingmo said nothing more, drove the carriage, and left the palace with Pei Du.
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That night.

When Jiang Jinshuang woke up again, Chuntao had prepared water and food for her.

Although Chun Tao said she had been unconscious for three days and hadn't eaten much, she was always good at enduring hunger, and after eating a meal early in the morning, she wasn't too hungry now.

But she still ate something, stretched her muscles, and sat on the edge of the bed.

The moonlight streamed in from outside.

With the window wide open, Jiang Jinshuang turned her head to look at the moonlight streaming in through the window, squinting her eyes.

To be honest, Jiang Jinshuang was actually quite curious about Pei Du kneeling outside the palace gates for three days and three nights.

Even though Chun Tao and He Weijing didn't mention it, Jiang Jinshuang could sense from their words that Pei Du's actions this time were truly astonishing and had shocked the entire court.

Jiang Jinshuang is the same.

It wasn't that I felt sorry for or pity him; I was just curious about what kind of favor it was that required this powerful minister, who had made such a great contribution, to kneel and beg for a title for three days and three nights.

Jiang Jinshuang seriously considered He Weijing's suggestion of a "marriage by imperial decree".

—If this is really what Pei Du is asking for, then he is indeed incredibly foolish.

Just then, Jiang Jinshuang saw the swaying moon shadow outside the window.

Finally, a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and Jiang Jinshuang slowly spoke: "Yanjue, come in and talk."

The candlelight in the room flickered twice, and Yan Jue came in with some pastries for her.

The sweet and soft aroma of the pastries wafted to Jiang Jinshuang's nose. Jiang Jinshuang licked her lips and suddenly realized that she could eat a little more.

Yan Jue was still dressed in a black, narrow-sleeved robe.

He was used to wearing black clothes and hiding in the night.

He took the bag of brown paper he was holding closer, walked to Jiang Jinshuang's side, and stuffed it into her arms.

not talking.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled, took out a pretty almond cake from the bag, and handed it to him.

Yan Jue glanced at it, then looked away.

No answer.

Jiang Jinshuang had no choice but to take a bite herself, blinking her eyes: "Why are you only coming to see me now?"

Strike first!

As expected, Yan Jue's eyes flashed with panic upon hearing this.

His previously cold expression softened, and he faced her, lowered his head, and pursed his lips slightly: "Si Ning said you are resting."

I hurriedly explained it to her, afraid that she would misunderstand.

Jiang Jinshuang suppressed a laugh and tilted her head slightly: "So you were worried about disturbing my rest. I thought it was Lord Yanjue who was angry with me."

Upon hearing the slow, leisurely tone, Yan Jue's beautiful, sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he finally remembered his stance.

Yes, he's angry.

His dark eyes darkened further, looking icy cold.

"Your Highness, something's wrong," Yan Jue said in a muffled voice.

"I'm innocent, Your Honor," Jiang Jinshuang pretended to sob a few times, looking aggrieved. "I haven't done anything immoral or immoral, nor have I bullied women or taken advantage of men. What's wrong with me?"

Yan Jue ignored her teasing and said coldly, "You are injured and in prison."

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and said, "It's just a minor injury. Look at me, I'm as energetic as ever."

Yan Jue said in a deep voice, "You've been asleep for three days. That He guy said you might not wake up."

“Mr. He was just trying to scare you,” Jiang Jinshuang smiled nonchalantly. “Besides, Lord Yanjue, you can see for yourself that I didn’t intentionally get hurt because I couldn’t eat or sleep well in the dungeon.”

At this point, Yan Jue's already cold and stern face darkened further. "The Xia family deserves to die."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang gently comforted her, "She is already dead."

"He should be cut into a thousand pieces, chopped into mincemeat, and fed to wild dogs."

Yan Jue didn't have much empathy, nor did he think there was anything wrong with his own ideas.

Jiang Jinshuang smiled helplessly, but seemed to be thinking of someone else.

With a slight smile, Jiang Jinshuang spoke softly, "I wonder if he'll blame me."

Yan Jue has been by Jiang Jinshuang's side for many years.

He knew a lot about Jiang Jinshuang's past.

Therefore, even though Jiang Jinshuang didn't say who it was, Yan Jue immediately realized what she meant just by hearing her say that.

His dark eyes welled with emotion, and the knuckles on the hilt of his sword tightened slightly, turning a cold white.

No one will blame you.

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Jiang Jinshuang smiled, assuming he was just trying to comfort her.

“He might think that I am not a good enough princess, that I am untrustworthy and repay kindness with enmity.”

Yan Jue frowned: "But if it were me, I would save you too."

Jiang Jinshuang's smile froze, and she looked up at Yan Jue.

Yan Jue looked at her seriously and solemnly: "If it were me, I could also block those flying arrows."

"If I die on that day, I will not let you take care of others."

"You can't even take care of yourself."

He said, "You can't even take care of yourself."

She went into the dungeon and ended up covered in wounds.

She would be in a coma for three days and three nights, facing a near-death experience.

She actually doesn't like drinking bitter medicine; she's afraid of bitterness, so she always needs someone to watch her drink it.

She can't even take care of herself.

Someone entrusted her with their life on their deathbed, but instead wanted her to take care of someone else.

Yan Jue was unhappy.

Yan Jue felt it was unfair.

Sometimes he even thought that he would have been the one to shield her from all the arrows.

He would not ask His Highness to take care of anyone.

He would only tell her to eat more pastries, gain more weight, and avoid getting hurt.

—Just as Prince Ruiyang had told her back then.

She is actually only twenty-one years old.

She's not actually good at everything.

It's just that others have forgotten.

She herself forgot.

Jiang Jinshuang was stunned for a moment.

After a long while, she chuckled softly and poked Yan Jue's lower back: "Yan Jue, you're different, you can't die."

Yan Jue pursed his lips and said seriously, "I will not die."

He is strong.

He paused, then, as if remembering something, added, "You won't die either."

Because she is stronger than him.

Moreover, he will protect her.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang smiled and nodded, earnestly promising, "Okay, we will all live to be a hundred years old."

Upon hearing this, Yan Jue finally managed a slight smile.

The curve of his lips had barely moved up a few degrees when, after a few seconds of serious thought, he solemnly said, "You are more than a hundred years old."

The stars are scattered, the moon is bright.

After Yanjue left, Chuntao came to visit her again.

Seeing that her complexion was rosy and her spirits had improved a lot, she finally felt relieved: "Your Highness is finally alright. I sent a message to Mr. Si Ning during the day, and he asked someone to send over a lot of tonics."

Jiang Jinshuang smiled helplessly: "Is his official business still not finished?"

"It'll be soon. Later today, news came from the palace that Lord Pei has finally returned to Wenshan Pavilion. The affairs to come should be handled entirely by Lord Pei."