The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yun Mujiu thought of Ye Xiaohan and was about to speak when he saw a strong wind blowing outside the door, followed by a black shadow flashing by.

Before she raised her eyes, her whole body moved involuntarily and she fell into something hard yet soft.

Oh no, not a thing, but an embrace.

"Yun Mujiu, the king is back."

One word stirred up a thousand waves.

Yun Mujiu's entire little face stepped into a warm chest due to inertia, and she could feel a pair of big hands holding her tightly.

The familiar scent of cedar wafted into her nose, and the arrival of this breath made all the scenes of her past life with a certain man come to her mind.

Yun Mujiu didn't look up, his nose felt sore, and he replied almost choking.

"Well... I know you're back, Xiaoxiao."

"It's me, Mu Jiu. I'm here."

Ye Xiaohan was dressed in a black robe, and his handsome face had his usual cold expression, but this time, a hint of obvious worry emerged in his expression.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a hint of the turbulent atmosphere between his eyebrows and eyes. And around his thin lips, there was a light blue stubble, which was not obvious, but shocking.

He just sat sideways on the edge of Yun Mujiu's bed, holding the thin little girl tightly in his arms, as if he was holding something lost and found again.

There was silence in the room for a while. When Butler Zeng and the others saw the reunion of the lovely couple, their noses suddenly felt sore and tears flashed in their eyes.

Yun Mujiu stretched out his hand and punched Ye Xiaohan's chest a few times.

Ye Xiaohan didn't move, but just stared at Yun Mujiu with his deep eyes, letting the person in his arms hit him.

Yun Mujiu hit him a few more times, but the force was extremely light. To Ye Xiaohan, it was just like a kitten scratching his itch and he felt nothing at all.

Sick people always behave differently than usual. Yun Mujiu rested his head against Ye Xiaohan's chest and bumped it a few times as if on purpose.

"Damn it!" Yun Mujiu was not a hypocritical person, but she often acted particularly hypocritical when facing things related to Ye Xiaohan. She was an orphan in her previous life, and even in this life, she did not feel much care in the early days. So when faced with the love of this man, she had the right to throw a tantrum and demand care and love.

As soon as she said "Damn it", all the grievances and emotions she felt when Ye Xiaohan was not by her side, as well as the suffering caused by the system and the illness, all turned into tears flowing down her face.

She choked up: "Where have you been!"

Ye Xiaohan rested his chin on her smooth forehead and whispered, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have taken so long to come back."

Yun Mujiu said, "You know you are not good enough to make me wait for so long." In fact, Ye Xiaohan had only been away for more than 20 days, which was not a long time, but she just wanted to speak out of anger. Just like a child who deliberately threw a tantrum, just to get the love of others.

What she wants is preference, the love that can be released and expressed to her without the need for reasoning.

"Mu Jiu, it's my fault. I shouldn't have let you wait for me in the capital for so long." Ye Xiaohan's voice was low, with a hint of magnetism.

Butler Zeng and other onlookers widened their eyes again. They were already shocked by the prince's decisive admission of his mistake just now, and now the prince admitted his mistake again so considerately. Is this still the prince they know, who is so majestic and domineering and never bows his head?

Ye Xiaohan had no time to pay attention to others. The moment he entered the door, his heart and eyes were filled with that little girl.

Even when he was traveling day and night to the Night King's Palace, the only person he was concerned about was the woman in front of him.

At this moment, Yun Mujiu kept talking about his grievances, and from time to time he complained about Ye Xiaohan's inconveniences. However, the always arrogant Ye Wang did not refute the accusations of his beloved.

Every word had a response, every matter had a conclusion, and one could even say that every word of Ye Xiaohan contained the coaxing attitude that Yun Mujiu wanted.

Although Ye Xiaohan's intention to coax her was not so obvious, if one listened carefully, Ye Xiaohan's words and tone were still very dry and immature, and a bit cold like iron in winter.

But what she wanted was Ye Xiaohan's attitude, not whether Ye Xiaohan had expressed some specific attitude well.

Yun Mujiu adjusted his mood and then looked up to observe Ye Xiaohan carefully.

Ye Xiaohan pursed his lips slightly, and seeing that Yun Mujiu's emotions had been calmed down a little, he immediately asked what he was most concerned about: "Are you okay?"

"Your Highness, I'm fine." A smile appeared on Yun Mujiu's face, but her face was pale, and that smile looked bitter no matter how you looked at it.

Ye Xiaohan stared at her face, which was trying to look energetic, and also noticed the sweat on her face.

He raised his hand into his arms, took out a square handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat off Yun Mujiu's face.

Yun Mujiu was stunned, her heart couldn't stop beating wildly, the strong smell of male hormones lingered in her body and mind. She could feel someone's clumsy love for her.

Just as I was daydreaming, I heard a low-pitched voice next to my ear. "Idiot! You're in pain and sweating, and you're still saying you're fine."

"Your Highness..." Yun Mujiu murmured, and finally stopped being stubborn. He was really sweating from the pain.

Ever since Ye Xiaohan planned to return to Beijing, he has been concerned about Yun Mujiu's condition. From his subordinates and Wei Bai's letters, he learned that Yun Mujiu had been experiencing symptoms of discomfort a few days ago, and that it was most likely a complication caused by a chronic illness.

He did not stop along the way, traveling all night long, and even left his Red Hare at the post station because it could not keep up with the journey. Then he used his lightness skills to rush all the way to the Night King's Palace.

They went through the back door, but as soon as they came into contact with the secret guards at the back door, they learned that Yun Mujiu was unwell again. Du Ziheng and others in the mansion surrounded Yun Mujiu, and Doctor Fu and his grandson had just arrived at the Night King's Mansion with some herbs from the Herb Hall.

After Ye Xiaohan wiped the sweat off Yun Mujiu, he raised his hand and tucked the sparse hair beside her ears behind her ears. His movements were clumsy, but also very serious.

He looked at Yun Mujiu's expression seriously, then reached out and touched Yun Mujiu's cheek, then his forehead, and finally his wrist.

"Your body is very cold." As he spoke, he held the person in his arms a little tighter.

Yun Mujiu felt the warmth of Ye Xiaohan's body and was about to speak, but Ye Xiaohan covered his mouth with his finger.

Her cold lips felt warm.

Ye Xiao said coldly: "What's wrong with the princess?"

The people who had been hiding aside, trying to conceal their presence, shuddered.

Chunlan and Dongyu were the first to come forward and quickly report Yun Mujiu's illness during the meal. Then, Doctor Fu, Fu Qian, and even Du Ziheng also mentioned Yun Mujiu's two sudden illnesses, and Wei Bai and Butler Zeng provided additional information.

Ye Xiaohan had already learned clearly about Yun Mujiu's last discomfort from the letter sent by the people from Mushi Jiuyou Pavilion, but when he returned home today, he encountered the scene of Yun Mujiu's illness again.

He looked at Yun Mujiu, a hint of obscure emotion flashed across his eyes...