kvmb Chapter 159 "No matter what happens, I will be by your side!"
Chapter 159 "No matter what happens, I will be by your side!"
The night was deep. Murong Yi carefully carried the sleeping Lin Qianqian in his arms and walked slowly towards the Ninth Prince's residence with steady steps. He looked down at the person in his arms, his eyes full of doting affection, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.
Xiaodie and Wuming followed silently behind. When Xiaodie saw this scene, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, her eyes sparkling with undisguised joy, as if she had seen something extremely interesting.
Wuming raised an eyebrow slightly, crossed his arms, and curled a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth. He scoffed lightly, seemingly unconcerned about the scene before him.
Murong Feng stood beside Xiao Die, slowly waving his fan, a silly smile on his face. He shook his head helplessly, as if he had just watched a wonderful show, muttering to himself, "Interesting~ Interesting! Hahaha!" His laughter carried far in the quiet night.
They soon arrived at the Ninth Prince's residence. Murong Yi stepped inside, carrying the sleeping Lin Qianqian in her arms, and hurried towards Lin Qianqian's room.
This scene was captured by Su Wan'er, who happened to be passing by. She darted to the side of a pillar, her eyes fixed on the scene, seeing everything clearly.
In an instant, her heart sank, as if struck by a heavy hammer. Her brows furrowed uncontrollably, like a tightly twisted rope, and her hands clenched into fists involuntarily, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Her teeth clenched so tightly they seemed to grind away the resentment within her. Her gaze was sharp as she glared fiercely at Murong Yi and Lin Qianqian's retreating figures, letting out a cold snort through gritted teeth: "Hmph! Lin Qianqian, I won't let you get away with this!"
Murong Yi entered the room with light, slow steps, afraid of disturbing Lin Qianqian in his arms. He came to the bedside, bent down slightly, and gently settled her on the bed. As soon as Lin Qianqian touched the bed, she unceremoniously straddled the blanket with her legs spread across it, making smacking noises, and instantly fell into a sweet sleep, her unrestrained posture revealing nothing.
Seeing this, Xiaodie quickly stepped forward and said apologetically, "Your Highness, please forgive me for what happened today. The Princess Consort isn't usually so ill-mannered; she was just too happy today and couldn't help but drink a few too many cups..." Xiaodie paused slightly, glancing furtively at Murong Yi's expression, and continued, "Oh, Your Highness must be tired after walking so far. Please go and rest. Leave the Princess Consort's needs to be taken care of by me!"
Murong Yi waved his hand slightly, his gaze still fixed on Lin Qianqian, and said, "It's alright, you can all go down! I'll do it myself..." As he spoke, he glanced at Wuming out of the corner of his eye.
Upon hearing this, Wuming instinctively took a step forward, but then suddenly froze, his brows furrowing tightly as he stared intently at Murong Yi, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.
Xiao Die followed Murong Yi's gaze and noticed Wuming's unusual expression, feeling slightly surprised. However, she quickly replied, "Oh, is that so! Uh... then I'll trouble Your Highness..." Though she said this, she was secretly excited, thinking that this would surely further enhance the relationship between her mistress and the prince. She respectfully bowed, then gently tugged at Wuming's sleeve, leading him away together.
As the door slowly closed, the room gradually quieted down, leaving only Murong Yi and the still-sleeping Lin Qianqian.
Murong Yi gazed quietly at the sleeping Lin Qianqian, his eyes filled with tenderness and pity. He gently brushed aside the strands of hair that had fallen across her cheek, his movements so gentle that it seemed as if the slightest force would disturb her.
"Sigh... why is it always like this..." Murong Yi murmured to himself, gazing at her beautiful face, and sighed softly, his expression a mixture of helplessness and affection.
After spending so much time together, he realized that Lin Qianqian was completely different from before; she was practically a different person. He secretly speculated:
[I'm finding this increasingly strange. Before, you lacked any backbone, and whenever you saw me, you were like a mouse before a cat, crying and whining, which annoyed me immensely. But now, I crave to see you every day, and you're all I can think about. What's going on?]
At this moment, Lin Qianqian turned over, completely throwing Murong Yi's thoughts into the distance. Murong Yi then came back to his senses. He slowly exhaled, then fetched a basin of warm water, took a towel, soaked it, wrung it out, returned to the bedside, and knelt down in front of the couch.
He tilted his head slightly, gazing intently at Lin Qianqian's face, carefully wiping her flushed cheeks with a towel. His movements were gentle and delicate, as if he were handling a rare treasure. After wiping her face, he gently took Lin Qianqian's hand, moved the towel to her palm, and meticulously wiped it, paying close attention to her reaction as he did so, afraid of hurting her.
Then, Murong Yi carefully tucked the blanket around Lin Qianqian, wrapping her up tightly. He stood quietly by the bedside, propping his head up with one hand, gazing intently at her, a smile unconsciously playing on his lips, his expression as if he were protecting the most beautiful thing in the world.
Night had fallen, and all was quiet. Murong Yi sat beside Lin Qianqian's bed, his gaze tender and lingering as he stared intently at her sleeping face. He gently reached out and carefully took Lin Qianqian's hand in his. A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke in a soft, almost murmured voice, "No matter what happens, I will be by your side." His voice was filled with unwavering determination and deep affection, as if he wanted to imprint this promise onto the still night.
Gradually, drowsiness crept in, and his eyelids grew heavier, but he still stubbornly refused to look away. Finally, filled with longing and protectiveness, he slowly closed his eyes, gently rested his head on the edge of the bed, and drifted off to sleep, holding Lin Qianqian's hand.