The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 216 Recognize Your Princess's Handwriting
The Prime Minister clenched his fist and lowered his head, saying, "That was the Second Princess carrying His Majesty on her back..."

Ye Jingnian stared at the Prime Minister's face and said, "She should pay for the mistakes she made herself."

Seeing Ye Jingnian get up to leave, the Prime Minister suddenly looked at him and said cautiously, "Then... the matter of a truce..."

Ye Jingnian glanced at him, her eyes filled with disdain: "As long as the Third Princess stays in my tent for one more day, I will not send troops. There are four days left in the seven-day agreement..."

The silver bell he was toying with made a pleasant sound: "Let your emperor think it over carefully."

When the curtain was lifted, Mu Zhixing held a piece of paper in trembling hands. The neat and orderly Western Shu characters looked as if she had just learned them.

The girl looked at him pitifully with her red, tear-filled almond-shaped eyes, her gaze full of pleading.

He took the letter, glanced at its contents, smiled slightly, and tossed it to the Prime Minister, saying, "After recognizing your princess's handwriting, I think you're out of the picture. I need to see Mu Jiyue at noon four days from now. If she doesn't come, what I want will be much more than what the Prime Minister has said..."

The Prime Minister looked at the contents of the letter: Mu Zhixing had volunteered to fulfill the seven-day agreement...

His brows furrowed with reluctance, his fingers tightened around the letter, and he bowed deeply towards the inner tent, saying in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I obey your command and will convey the princess's wishes to Your Majesty."

The Imperial Palace of Western Shu, Qinxue Palace.

"What?! Use me as a bargaining chip?!" Mu Jiyue's voice rose, her eyes filled with shock.

She staggered back a step, swallowing hard. "What exactly does Ye Jingnian want to do..."

The burning of the grain supplies has been exposed, and Ye Jingnian will certainly not let her off easily!
"No! I don't want to change!" Her face turned deathly pale. She raised her hand and grabbed Hongdie's collar, saying, "What did Father say?"

"His Majesty is still hesitating..."

Mu Jiyue's breath hitched. She took a few steps back, sat down in a chair, and hurriedly thought for a moment before saying, "No, Father values ​​the Holy Maiden of Western Shu so much, he will definitely push me out in the end. I have to think of a way... to strike first..."

Zhu Luo's military camp.

As night fell, the curtains of the military tent were lifted, revealing a full moon hanging high in the sky.

Master Qingming stepped forward, bowed to Ye Jingnian, and presented the two medicine bottles in his hand, saying, "Your Highness's guess is correct. The military doctor cannot detect these two pills because they are not ordinary pills, but divine medicines specifically for treating the backlash of mystical arts."

Ye Jingnian raised an eyebrow, picked up the medicine bottle, shook it, and asked, "What kind of backlash?"

"The blue porcelain bottle is called Tianzhufeng. It replenishes qi and vitality, prolongs life, and can only be cured by consuming it for a full year to restore the lifespan lost by the Golden Crow Feather Spirit."

Ye Jingnian's eyes flickered slightly, and a relieved smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

That the backlash from the Golden Crow Feather Spirit can be cured is wonderful...

Master Qingming raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Your Highness, you said that the one who summoned the Golden Crow Feather Spirit... was the Third Princess of Western Shu?"

Ye Jingnian's eyes were cold as he said, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Master Qingming lowered his head: "Yes."

He glanced at the blue porcelain bottle in Ye Jingnian's hand, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Ye Jingnian raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"The backlash from that Golden Crow Feather Spirit is enough to make anyone hesitate, yet she... dared to take an excessive amount of Frost Marrow Crystal Condensation Pill... The combined consumption of the two... is truly... something that ordinary people cannot do..." Upon hearing this, Ye Jingnian frowned and asked, "What is Frost Marrow Crystal Condensation Pill?"

"The amber sand in the blue porcelain bottle in Your Highness's hand is the miraculous medicine for treating the Cold Marrow Condensation Pill. Each Cold Marrow Condensation Pill can increase one's Xuanshu (mystical arts) power by ten years, but the price is..."

No wonder... From the moment I met her, she was clearly no match for Sheng Yunqing, yet her skill suddenly improved by leaps and bounds. On the day of the Lantern Festival, she single-handedly managed to severely injure two masters of mystic arts, Sheng Yunqing and Lu Changxuan...

Ye Jingnian's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He grabbed Ye Jingnian's collar and demanded, "What price?!"

Master Qingming swallowed hard and said, "First, your hands and feet will be ice cold, then your blood vessels will freeze, and finally, ice crystals will spread throughout your internal organs, freezing you into an ice sculpture..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingnian's hand suddenly loosened, and he was slightly lost in thought.

"Are your hands and feet cold...?"

Master Qingming nodded and said, "Cold hands and feet are just the initial symptoms. If the backlash from the Golden Crow Feather Spirit is added, the two will overlap, and the backlash will accelerate rapidly. If it cannot be controlled, it will be..."

Ye Jingnian glared at him sharply, and he could only lower his head and remain silent.

He lifted the curtain of the inner tent and saw a girl in white kneeling on the bed with her back to him, touching the bedding as if she were searching for something.

Ye Jingnian approached her, bracing himself on the bed with both hands behind her, gently resting his chin on her neck, closing his eyes and inhaling the fragrance of her hair, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Mu Zhixing stiffened slightly, bit her lip, and asked, "Where's my medicine?"

Ye Jingnian placed the medicine bottle in front of her.

Mu Zhixing shook the bottle, let out a sigh of relief, emerged from Ye Jingnian's shadow, walked to the table, and poured out the pills.

Ye Jingnian thoughtfully poured her a glass of water and placed it in her hand.

Mu Jiyue swallowed the medicine and put it in a hidden pocket in her sleeve, saying, "Have you found out? It's not a contraceptive."

Ye Jingnian turned her over, pinned her against the desk, and took her hand.

On a cold winter night, her hands were much warmer than on a summer day.

He stroked her cheek, his forehead pressed against hers, his voice unusually gentle: "Why did you take the Cold Marrow Condensation Pill?"

Mu Zhixing's gaze paused slightly. She turned her face away, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "In order to defeat Sheng Yunqing and to survive, did I have any other choice?"

Ye Jingnian frowned and said, "Save my life?" He pinched her chin, "If you just act cute with me, how could you not have a place in the Crown Prince's residence?"

“Crown Prince Zhu Luo is notoriously cruel. A-Zhi had nowhere else to go, so she climbed onto your pleasure boat…” Mu Zhixing shifted her gaze to him, her eyes reddening, and bit her lip, saying, “But Your Highness, A-Zhi is timid, A-Zhi is afraid of dying…”

She reached out and grabbed his collar, saying, "Azhi has been in the manor for a year, and Your Highness's concubines have either died or gone mad. Tell me, how can I gain your approval? How can I survive in this manor?"

Ye Jingnian tightened his grip on her chin, looked at his reflection in her eyes, and said, "You don't need to do anything."

Mu Zhixing's gaze paused slightly, as if something had deeply touched her heart.

Ye Jingnian wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his fingertips and said, "Not long after we first met that year, I exchanged the Thousand-Year Star Moon Flower for you from Ye Jinchen. Don't you understand..."

Mu Zhixing's tears flowed more and more. She clenched her fists, her lips trembling as she said, "Azhi only remembers that night when the poisoned dart tried to silence me, it was ruthless and merciless..."