Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"Every day I will dress you in the prettiest dress, feed you the sweetest fruit, wipe your drool, and tell you stories."

"I will spoil you like a little princess. Even if you don't remember anything, I will always stay with you and protect you."

"As long as you're here."

"As long as you live, as long as you are here, that is my greatest happiness."

These words were like a surge of scalding warmth, instantly shattering Hu Xiaoman's last line of defense.

All the strength, all the pretense, crumbled at this moment.

She smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents, but glistening tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped onto the back of Hu Qingye's hand, carrying a slight coolness.

This is enough.

With this thought in mind, even if I become an idiot in the future, even if I remember nothing, even if I have to endure the pain of being devoured by thousands of ants, this life... will be worth it.

"Woooooooo..."

A muffled sob came from not far away, shattering the tenderness between the two.

Aling, Yu Mengmeng, and Xiao Zi stood by without saying a word, but they heard the entire conversation between the two.

The three of them had already burst into tears.

"So touching... Waaaaah..."

As A-Ling wiped away her tears with her small hands, she sobbed, "Is this love?"

"It's sweeter than the biggest lollipop Dad bought me, but it's so bittersweet... My heart is breaking... Waaaaah..."

Suddenly, I miss my brother Ah-Zhen so much...

"Even though Da Yezi is bald, he still looks so handsome when he says sweet nothings..." Xiao Zi nestled in Yu Mengmeng's arms, her voice choked with emotion.

Yu Mengmeng cried even harder, her tears streaming down her face, her shoulders trembling violently.

While crying, she didn't forget to take out the crystal bowl from her bosom and place it under Ah Ling's chin to catch the tears.

"Crack, snap."

Aling's golden tears fell in large drops into the crystal bowl, turning into gold dust.

"We can't waste it..."

Yu Mengmeng sniffled, her eyes red, and said in a broken voice, "Sister A Yao said that A Ling's golden tears are very valuable... If Xiao Man really... really becomes stupid in the future, we can use this money to buy her lots and lots of delicious food, buy her the prettiest dresses, and not let her suffer any grievances..."

Little Purple let out a long, poignant sigh: "Alas... What is love in this world that makes birds willing to die for each other?"

"If something really happens to its master, this bald-feathered blue phoenix will definitely not survive either."

"His devotion is so deep it breaks even a bird's heart..."

Hearing the commotion over there, Hu Xiaoman couldn't help but shake her head helplessly, a faint, warm smile appearing on her lips.

She took a deep breath, greedily inhaling the crisp, herbal scent emanating from Hu Qingye—the scent she cherished most and found most comforting.

A sweet breeze, carrying a faint spiritual aura, blew in from the Gate of the Void.

But in her mind, all she could see was the bloody wind blowing across the land of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, a land stained with blood and filled with desperate cries.

Her head was throbbing, as if countless steel needles were churning inside her temples, and the Soul Seed was still frantically gnawing at the depths of her soul, each second accompanied by excruciating pain.

But she had to hold back.

We can't let them find out.

Hu Xiaoman secretly hid her fingers in her wide sleeves, and with Hu Qingye's body as cover, she began to make extremely subtle hand seals.

The movements of her fingertips were so light they were almost invisible, as if she were afraid of being noticed by anyone.

A thin, almost transparent wisp of spiritual energy flowed slowly from her fingertips, silently seeping into the bottom of the clouds. Around her and Hu Qingye, it outlined complex and mysterious array patterns, like an invisible net slowly unfolding.

"Okay, stop crying."

Hu Xiaoman sat up from Hu Qingye's arms, forcing a weak but bright smile onto her face.

She waved to the three people who were still wiping away their tears, and said softly, "Aunt Mengmeng, Aling, Xiaozi, come here."

"I have something to say to you."

A-Ling shoved the crystal bowl into Yu Mengmeng's arms, flapped her tiny wings, and flew to Hu Xiaoman, her little face full of anxiety: "Little devil, what's wrong?"

"Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I'll go get it for you!"

"Whether it flies in the sky, runs on the ground, or swims in the water, I can find it for you!"

Little Purple fluttered its wings and flew over, landing on her knees. It transformed back into its bird form and gently rubbed its fluffy head against her hand: "Master, are you feeling unwell?"

"Would you like me to sing you a song?"

"Although I'm not a good singer, maybe it will make you feel better..."

With red eyes, Yu Mengmeng carefully squatted down beside her, reaching out to touch her, but afraid of hurting her, she finally just said softly, "Auntie Mengmeng will blow on it for you, and it will stop hurting."

“When I was little and I wasn’t feeling well, this is what my mother did.”

Looking at these faces filled with concern and worry, Hu Xiaoman felt a deep sense of apology.

I am sorry.

I'm sorry, Big Leaf.

I'm sorry, Aunt Mengmeng, A-Ling, and Xiao Zi.

This is the last thing I can do for you.

"I'm not hungry, and I'm not in pain."

Hu Xiaoman reached out, her fingertips slightly cool, and gently touched A Ling's golden curly hair.

Then she took Yu Mengmeng's soft hand in hers.

Finally, I pinched Xiao Zi's adorable cheek.

"I just... wanted to see you all."

"I want to remember what you look like now, and remember your smiling faces."

Hu Qingye's heart sank suddenly, and a strong sense of unease gripped him instantly.

He keenly sensed that something was wrong with Xiaoman.

He frowned and reached out to grab her wrist: "Xiaoman? What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by remembering what we look like?"

Just as his fingertips were about to touch Hu Xiaoman's wrist—

"Om-!"

A dazzling golden light shone from the soft clouds beneath my feet.

The mysterious array patterns spread rapidly like living things, and in the blink of an eye, they intertwined into a huge, transparent circular barrier.

A barrier rose from the ground, enveloping Hu Qingye, Yu Mengmeng, Xiao Zi, and A Ling.

The moment the barrier rose, Hu Xiaoman, who was originally being held in Hu Qingye's arms, vanished silently like a bubble, leaving only a faint wisp of spiritual energy fluctuation.

That's an illusion!

The real Hu Xiaoman had somehow appeared three steps away from the barrier, using the array to teleport, her slender figure swaying slightly in the wind.

"Xiaoman?!"

Fox Qingye grasped at empty air, her palm only feeling cold.

He suddenly stood up, stood at the edge of the barrier, and slammed his hands hard against the transparent light screen, the force so great that his palms went numb.

"What are you trying to do?! Let me out!"

The transparent barrier remained completely still, only rippling slightly.

Yu Mengmeng and A Ling were also stunned by this sudden change.