I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 88 A little disappointed

To reassure Zisang that Su Fengjun is alright, let's walk across the flower bridge together tomorrow.

Thinking about this, I wonder if the effect of his blood-drinking has expired yet.

If he goes too far, his magical power will gradually leave his body, and he will definitely feel unwell.

She pulled her coat tighter, looked at the sleeping He Yuhuan, covered her with a blanket, and then went out.

Peach Blossom stood at the door, startling her. She was completely silent, and without asking any questions, she simply followed behind her.

"What are you doing following me, Princess!" she asked impatiently, turning around.

"It is my duty to follow the princess." She bowed respectfully with her hands at her sides.

"Don't follow me." She gave her a cold glare; she didn't trust any of the servants in her courtyard.

Peach-colored face remained unchanged, and she obediently stepped aside.

He remained the same, standing there respectfully like a puppet, and no longer followed her.

She walked quickly to Fengling Courtyard, where the lights were still on.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he was waiting for her on purpose.

She glanced at the courtyard subconsciously, but Su Fengling was nowhere to be seen. A ghost guard stepped forward and bowed, "Princess!"

"Where is Prince Consort Feng?"

"I'm in my room, not resting yet, and Ling Shaojun hasn't returned." He answered first, seemingly knowing she was about to ask.

Zhongli Yueluo walked to Su Fengjun's door and knocked.

The door wasn't actually closed. She stood in the doorway watching Su Fengjun sit there quietly, the candlelight making his face appear slightly pale.

Hearing the knock on the door, she turned around and saw Zhongli Yueluo standing there, her makeup gone and her hair disheveled.

He was somewhat taken aback: "Princess?"

"May I come in?" She leaned against the doorway, wanting to go straight in but feeling it wasn't quite right.

After all, she spent the whole day with Yan Ruoyu; she wondered what he was thinking.

He nodded without replying, and she couldn't quite make out his subtle expression.

Upon closer inspection, the color in his face had faded slightly.

She sat opposite Su Fengjun, her hands on the table, picking at her fingers, glancing at him every now and then.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Your Highness, I feel much better."

He seemed a little awkward, but he still took the teapot, poured her a cup of tea, and gently pushed it in front of her.

"Tomorrow, you and I will walk across the flower bridge together." She picked up the teacup, put it to her lips, and took a small sip.

He was slightly taken aback and looked at Zhongli Yueluo, but she exuded the scent of Yan Ruyu.

She cared deeply, but didn't show it; her brows were slightly furrowed.

Her voice remained indifferent: "Princess, choose your younger brother instead."

Zhongli Yueluo pursed her lips, unable to guess his thoughts. After thinking for a moment, she decided to explain the reason.

“The Zisang clan must think your magic is waning, but if you appear on the flower bridge with me tomorrow, do you think it will startle them?”

Su Fengjun clenched his fist, feeling slightly disappointed, but still wore a faint smile on his face: "Okay."

"Get some rest tonight." She put down her teacup, stood up, straightened her clothes, and prepared to leave.

Seeing that she was about to leave, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed her sleeve, but then, afraid of upsetting her, he quickly let go.

His voice carried a hint of anxiety and unease: "I...I'll take the princess."

You should get some rest.

Now, as if remembering something, he spread his hands and produced a dagger, its gleaming cold light reflecting off his face.

He was startled, wondering what Zhongli Yueluo intended to do by suddenly pulling out a dagger.

But he remained expressionless, waiting for her next move.

He reached for the teacup, and with a swift motion, made a small incision in his own wound.

Blood flowed down, dripping into the teacup.

He quickly grabbed Zhongli Yueluo's hand, his eyes filled with pity, heartache, and helplessness: "Princess, what are you doing!"

"I'm afraid the effects of this medicine will wear off quickly, so I'll give you some more. It should last until at least tomorrow night."

She winced in pain, but still smiled, her eyes full of comfort for him.

Once the cup was half full, he casually wrapped the wound with a strip of cloth.

I pushed the teacup in front of him and nodded with my chin to signal him to drink it.

He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it, his hand trembling slightly, but he did not drink it.

She simply placed the teacup aside, her tone full of heartache and regret: "Princess, there's no need for this."

"You are my consort, the young lord of Nanmo Mountain. If you become a cripple, how can I explain this to Nanmo Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, Su Fengjun felt a sudden tightness in his heart. He pursed his thin lips, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

Although her voice was cool, it carried a hint of gentleness that was barely perceptible: "What the princess says is true."

I picked up the teacup, tilted my head back, and drank it down; the taste of blood was sweet.

A touch of color returned to his pale face; for him, Zhongli Yueluo's blood had a miraculous effect.

Looking at his empty spiritual sea, it seems to be gradually recovering.

Zhongli Yueluo sighed softly, turned around and slowly walked out of the room.

Su Fengjun stood up and silently accompanied her from behind.

Several times I wanted to reach out and take her hand, but in the end I just clenched my fist and let it hang in my sleeve.

His magical powers are unstable right now, and if he stands next to her, he will most likely become a burden. He is probably no longer worthy of her.

Zhongli Yueluo sensed him behind her and turned to look at him: "Do you want to take a walk?"

He met her gaze, and a warm feeling inexplicably welled up in his heart.

His face remained calm and composed: "Hmm."

The two walked side by side down the corridor, undisturbed by anyone else, so quiet that they could almost hear each other breathing.

Zhongli Yuelu tilted her head and stretched out one hand, her dimples appearing and disappearing with a faint smile, and her eyes sparkling.

Su Fengjun paused, then subconsciously hid his hand behind his back.

His ears turned red, he coughed lightly, his eyes darted around, and he dared not look directly at her.

He wanted to hold her hand, but he didn't dare. Zhongli Yueluo said, "Help me."

Su Fengjun was somewhat embarrassed, but his face remained aloof and cold. He secretly glanced at her, then quickly looked away.

He then placed a silk scarf between his hands and stiffly supported her with his arm.

She stole a smile, knowing he was embarrassed, but she didn't know he was afraid he wasn't good enough for her, afraid of losing her.

But after taking only two steps, he let go of her hand and then maintained a perfect distance of one step.

"Princess, please return." His tone was cold and distant, yet his eyes held a hint of reluctance.

Zhongli Yueluo nodded, his clenched fist tightened, then slowly relaxed.

Her voice was soft and gentle: "Yes, Princess, please get some rest."

He couldn't resist raising his hand to touch her hair, but then put it down halfway.

He just looked at her, and a pale smile appeared on his lips.

She tiptoed and tidied his messy hair behind his ear.

He looked into her eyes, which seemed to hold a pool of autumn water, shimmering with light.

He looked away, took a step back, slightly bowed, and turned away without saying a word.

Then he looked at his empty hands and let them hang gently at his sides.