Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

The warmth from the hot water bottle spread from her feet all the way up, warming her whole body.

Qi Yang closed her eyes and thought silently to herself.

The Crown Prince is truly a good person.

The next morning, Qi Yang got up and went to Shen Hengzhi's room to help him wash up. When she pushed open the door, she found the room quiet.

The brocade curtains were drawn low, blocking out most of the light from the outside room. On the bed, the man lay quietly with his eyes closed.

This is too abnormal.

Shen Hengzhi always gets up at dawn, and Qi Yang has never seen him stay in bed late during the days she has been taking care of him. But today he is still lying there, motionless.

Qi Yang's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly walked to the bedside.

The young man lay on the bed, the blanket only covering his chest, revealing a section of his moon-white nightgown. He looked unwell, his lips were pale, and his brows were slightly furrowed. He was fast asleep and unresponsive.

Qi Yang reached out and gently touched his forehead.

It was terribly hot.

Qi Yang's heart leaped into her throat. "The Crown Prince?"

Perhaps it was her voice that had an effect, because Shen Hengzhi's eyelashes trembled, but he still did not open them.

Qi Yang called out again, this time louder, and he finally responded. His brows furrowed even more, and his lips moved a few times, as if he were saying something. Qi Yang leaned closer, but couldn't hear anything clearly.

Qi Yang no longer hesitated and decided to run out to find someone.

As she turned around, the unconscious person on the bed suddenly grabbed her wrist. Qi Yang quickly turned back, "Your Highness? Are you alright?"

But there was still no response.

The hand gripping her wrist was quite strong, and Qi Yang couldn't break free despite her attempts. Yet, Shen Hengzhi remained unconscious, as if it were all just his instinct.

"Ayang..." he called out weakly.

Qi Yang seemed to have heard clearly, but it was still somewhat unclear. She stood up and moved closer, "Your Highness, what did you say?"

"Ayang."

This time Qi Yang heard clearly. She nodded and squeezed Shen Hengzhi's hand in return, "I'm here."

She lowered her voice and pleaded, "Your Highness, you are ill. Please release me, I will go and fetch a doctor."

Shen Hengzhi ignored him, his eyes tightly closed, his long eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes. Upon closer inspection, there was also a dark blue tinge under his eyes, indicating that he had been burning up since last night and hadn't slept well.

The force in her hands didn't lessen but instead increased. Helpless, Qi Yang could only stand still and call out to Cheng An outside through the door.

Upon hearing this, Cheng'an quickly pushed open the door and came in. He saw the scene before him and his eyes widened. "You…"

Qi Yang hurriedly interrupted him, "The young master has a fever and is still unconscious. We can't wake him up no matter what we do. Go and fetch a doctor quickly."

Upon hearing this, Cheng'an disregarded their posture and his expression tightened. "I'll go right now."

Seeing Cheng'an run out, Qi Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. She then looked at Shen Hengzhi. His long, dark hair was scattered on the plain brocade pillow. His features were sharp and refined. Even with his eyes closed, he could not hide the innate noble air about him. But now, entangled by illness, he appeared somewhat fragile.

There was no movement from the hand gripping her wrist, so fortunately Cheng'an quickly brought in the family doctor, followed by Granny Li.

The group of people were taken aback when they saw the two seemingly holding hands. However, Shen Hengzhi's health was of utmost importance, so they all looked away and made room for the royal physician to take Shen Hengzhi's pulse. The physician said that he had caught a cold and had probably had a fever since yesterday, but it was only discovered a day later, which is why the fever had become so high.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yang didn't know what to feel.

Yesterday, Shen Hengzhi was worried that she might get sick, so he specially asked someone to send her so many things, but now he's the one who's sick...

After writing the prescription, the physician gave a few more instructions and then left.

After seeing the people off, Granny Li returned and saw Qi Yang standing guard by the bedside. When she saw the two of them holding hands, something flashed in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it. "A-Yang, you stay here and guard the bed. Don't go anywhere. If anything happens, call the people outside."

Qi Yang couldn't leave even if she wanted to. She nodded slightly and saw that Granny Li was giving instructions to others in an orderly manner. She also sent someone to the palace to ask Shen Hengzhi for leave, as he would not be able to attend court today. She also sent someone to inform Xie Shi, who happened to have entered the palace in the past few days.

As instructed by the physician, the handkerchief had to be changed every fifteen minutes. Looking at Shen Hengzhi's flushed cheeks and chapped lips, she sighed inwardly. Seeing the teacup left beside him, she soaked the handkerchief in one hand and wiped his lips.

Half an hour later, the medicine was ready.

Qi Yang looked at the medicine bowl with a troubled expression. The person was still unconscious. How should she feed him this bitter soup?

Granny Li, being an experienced woman, perhaps had anticipated this. She instructed someone to bring a thin reed tube, placing one end in the medicine bowl and gently bringing the other end to Shen Hengzhi's lips, letting him suck on it slowly. Although it was slow, he managed to feed him most of the medicine.

After feeding Shen Hengzhi his medicine, in order to allow him to rest quietly, everyone else in the room was once again dismissed by Granny Li, leaving only Qi Yang behind.

A charcoal fire burned in the room, occasionally crackling. Apart from that, there was the sound of the person on the bed breathing heavily. He seemed to have fallen asleep again, and the strength in his hands gradually loosened, but he was still holding on loosely. Qi Yang glanced at it and found that her wrists were covered with red marks from being gripped so tightly.

The crimson mark was imprinted on his wrist, standing out starkly against his fair skin.

After a while, Qi Yang couldn't hold on any longer and gradually began to doze off.

Shen Hengzhi was in a hazy state of consciousness, constantly hearing soft voices around him. He tried to listen carefully but couldn't make out anything, and his head was also heavy, making it impossible for him to open his eyes. He slept like this for an unknown amount of time before finally opening his eyes.

The familiar brocade curtains were right in front of him. Shen Hengzhi's eyelashes fluttered as he realized that he was still on his bed.

He coughed a few times silently, then turned around and froze.

The girl was lying face down on the bed, her arm under her face, fast asleep. It was unclear how long she had been being cared for.

Shen Hengzhi suppressed a cough and watched quietly for a while.

Perhaps feeling that simply looking wasn't enough, after a while, he reached out, his knuckles slightly bent, and gently traced the girl's cheek.

He recalled Cheng'an's report from yesterday.

Cheng'an hesitated, and upon hearing his question, he could only stammer out the truth, "I heard it was someone her family arranged for her. She's only going back this time to meet him, but I heard they're not engaged yet, it's still very early on. Besides, there are still two years before A-Yang leaves the manor, so it might fall through at any time."

...There was no engagement.

Shen Hengzhi's fingers gradually slid down, landing on her delicate nose and rosy lips. His eyes darkened, and when his fingers touched her lips, they felt a warm sensation.

Since it hasn't been decided yet, then we shouldn't decide on it again in the future.

He thought to himself with a dark look in his eyes.