Both worlds are like dreams

Xue Huang temporarily lowered the temperature, and the attendant came back with Duke Jingguo and the doctor.

She quickly hid on the roof again.

The doctor felt Gu Qinglan's pulse and looked puzzled. "The prince's temperature has dropped?"

The attendant found it more and more incredible. Could it be a ghost? But at this time he didn't think much about it. "The temperature will go down soon and then it will come back. Doctor, please take a closer look."

The doctor nodded and concentrated on taking Gu Qinglan's pulse.

After a while, he asked, "Did Master Gu suffer any serious injuries?"

"He's been poisoned before." Jingguo said impartially.

"No wonder, Master Gu's pulse is a little strange. His five internal organs are damaged, and the wind and cold have entered his body. Moreover, he is too worried and depressed, so his condition recurs."

Hearing this, Duke Jingguo sighed, "Please take care of it, doctor."

"Your Excellency, you are too kind. However, physical injuries are easy to cure, but the depression in the heart is incurable. I am powerless to cure the prince's heart disease. Heart disease needs to be cured by heart medicine."

"I understand now. Thank you, doctor." Jingguo said.

"This is the prescription. You can boil it in water and drink it every day. If you still have fever symptoms, use ice to cool down first, and then take another bowl of medicine." The doctor handed a prescription to the attendant, "Go get the medicine."

"Thank you for your help," said Jingguo. "Yueliang, please send the doctor out."

"Yes."

The doctor and his entourage went out, leaving Duke Jingguo alone in the room. He sat at the head of the bed, looking at Gu Qinglan who was unconscious, and sighed deeply.

Half an hour later, the attendant came back with the freshly prepared medicine and called two servants to help Gu Qinglan drink the medicine.

It was already dark at this time. Duke Jingguo stayed by the bed for a while, and only went back to rest when he saw that Gu Qinglan no longer had a fever.

The follower named Yue Liang has been carefully guarding Gu Qinglan, always paying attention to his situation.

As for Xue Huang, she stayed on the roof the whole time.

I was relieved when I heard that Gu Qinglan was feeling better.

She lay on the roof and looked up at the late autumn sky.

The sky is extremely clear at this season, but today the night sky is foggy and not a single star can be seen.

It looks like it will be cloudy tomorrow.

These days, it's getting colder at night.

Late autumn in Guigu is almost early winter, and even the snow falls earlier than elsewhere.

I wonder when it snows in Shangyang City in winter?

She remembered that Gu Qinglan had told her before that the snow scene in Shangyang City was unique and she had never seen it before.

However, the snow scene may not be seen for the time being, as the sky is getting darker and a cold wind is blowing, which means it is going to rain.

She stayed on the rooftop to watch over Gu Qinglan for about an hour, and only left after seeing that he seemed fine.

At this time, it started to drizzle in the sky.

There were not many people on the street. Xue Huang couldn't buy an umbrella, so she kept walking in the rain. Unexpectedly, the rain got heavier and heavier, so she could only stay under the eaves and wait for the rain to stop.

She was a little depressed. Where were the people from Shanhemen? Did they all go out to be lazy? They didn't even come to give her an umbrella.

She didn't know how long she stood under the eaves before she heard a strange sound coming from the rain.

She looked and saw a red figure holding an oil-paper umbrella coming out of the rain. The person holding the umbrella was tall and slender, dressed in a red dress, with black hair casually tied up with a jade crown. His handsome face seemed somewhat gentle in the blurry rain, making people unable to help but take a second look at him.

However, Xue Huang only looked at him twice more, because her expression turned cold after she saw who this person was.

The person who came was Mo Yunchen.

It was obvious that he appeared here because of her, so Xue Huang was not in a good mood. The person she least wanted to see now was him, but he was lingering around.

Mo Yunchen walked up to her, looked at her clothes soaked by the rain and her pale face, and frowned slightly. He held the umbrella over her head, and his tall figure also shielded her from the cold rain.

"Go back." He said coldly.

Xue Huang leaned against the wall, staring at the water droplets swirling on the ground, and replied without raising her head: "Are you meddling too much?"

"I don't want to force you, but you'd better be obedient."

Xue Huang sneered in her heart, isn't this forcing her?

Mo Yunchen simply grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the Wei Mansion.

Xue Huang immediately struggled, "Let me go."

Mo Yunchen's hand was tightly gripping her wrist like an iron clamp, and he turned a deaf ear to her words.

"What exactly do you want?" Xue Huang asked with a frown.

"I'll take you back."

"I don't need it!" Xue Huang said coldly. "It's just a deal between us. You don't need to remind me of this, so there's no need for you to use these hypocritical means against me."

Mo Yunchen's face was even colder than the wind and rain. He asked in a deep voice: "In your eyes, except for Gu Qinglan, are all others being false to you?"

Xue Huang looked at him indifferently, her eyes cold and full of hatred. "For me, whether others are sincere or false, I don't care at all."

"Why?!" Anger rose in Mo Yunchen's heart, and the hand holding her wrist became tighter and tighter. She had only bullied him before because of her position, but why, after he accidentally stabbed her with a sword, did she look at him as if he were an old friend, an enemy she didn't want to trust or care about?

Because of her dream?

What on earth was that? He thought about it for a long time, but he still had no answer.

He wanted to ask her in person, but seeing how much she hated him, he didn't know why he couldn't say it.

Since when did he become so hesitant?

When did he start to care about her joys and sorrows?

Xue Huang did not answer him. Her wrist had been pinched until it was bruised and purple. It was obviously painful, but she did not say a word. She silently pulled his hand, but in silence she was stubborn and refused to compromise.

Mo Yunchen refused to let go and said in a deep voice: "The person Dongchu wants to marry is Princess Xingyue, right?"

"So what?"

"I can help you."

Xue Huang paused and looked at him with a frown, "What did you say?"

"Do you trust your uncle's martial arts?"

"Can't believe it."

Mo Yunchen: "..."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Princess Xingyue is the apple of the emperor's eye and the younger sister of the princes. It is inevitable that she will be involved in this battle for the throne. As a princess, her choice is crucial. But there are only a handful of people she can choose from."

Xue Huang thought about it. Although Mo Xingyue was the fifth prince's biological sister, she was Emperor Ling's favorite daughter after all. If she wanted to marry, she could only choose from the camps to which the three princes belonged.

Then the people she could choose from were indeed very few, and from Mo Ruilin's point of view, only Gu Qinglan was the most suitable candidate. But Xuehuang believed that no matter whether it was Gu Qinglan or Mo Xingyue, they would never agree to it.

From the perspective of the Second Prince's faction, the only suitable candidate with a matching status is Ye Yin, the son of the Marquis of Ruyang. He is the Second Prince's confidant. He is humble and handsome, and is also a good man. Moreover, he was also considered by Emperor Ling.

As for the third prince, the original candidates were Mo Yunchen and his son Shen Congfeng.

Finally, the emperor was still a humane father and directly excluded Shen Congfeng. Mo Yunchen had a special status in the Third Prince's faction, and Shen Congfeng had always been wary of him, so he would never speak up.

Just like the marriage with Dong Chu, he could indeed compete as a suitable candidate, but he could not take the initiative to speak up, and had to let Xue Huang bring it up.

Because his own ambitions cannot be exposed to Shen Congfeng.

Then the only person the Third Prince and his party can choose is Shen Congfeng’s son, Shen Shaohui.

Although he had an engagement with Du Shangshu's daughter, Du Shangshu always followed Shen Congfeng's lead and was willing to compromise at any time for greater benefits.

Shen Congfeng naturally hoped that Mo Xingyue could marry into the Shen family. This would not only restrain Mo Ruilin, but also instantly turn his Shen family into royal relatives, which was more direct than any other benefit.

If Xue Huang had not chosen Mo Yunchen, there might not be any obstacles for Mo Xingyue to marry Dong Chu. But now that Xue Huang and Su Linjin are fellow disciples, she is the eldest princess, and she is a close friend of Mo Ruilin, there is no way Shen Congfeng would agree easily.

Mo Yunchen continued: "In other words, there is only one person she can choose."

"Son of Shen Congfeng."

"good."

"It seems like you really don't care who becomes the crown prince."

"The previous contest to select a son-in-law can be put to use now."

Xue Huang understood after a little thought, and she also thought of a solution.

Mo Yunchen looked at her and knew that she had a plan. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the strength of his hands was reduced. Looking at the very eye-catching red mark on her fair wrist, his eyes deepened slightly.

Xue Huang did not notice his expression because she felt that the method she had thought of was not perfect and could not force Shen Congfeng to compromise.

She said indifferently, "You and Shen Congfeng have been in cahoots for so long. He is ruthless and cruel. You should understand that it is impossible for him to hit the target in one shot in a martial arts competition. If he loses, how could he sit back and watch Xingyue marry Dongchu?"

Mo Yunchen raised his eyebrows, a smile flashed across his eyes. She really had never been afraid of being scolded by others.

He said calmly, "Some things require special means."

Xue Huang looked at him and suddenly smiled coldly, "Thank you for your guidance."

Mo Yunchen didn't show any other expression, he just said: "I didn't do this for you."

"Of course I know." Xue Huang took the umbrella from him indifferently, "Thank you for the umbrella. I'll leave first."

I don’t know if Mo Yunchen intended to let her go, but Xue Huang easily broke free from his hand and snatched the umbrella from him.

Then she left with an umbrella and without looking back.

Mo Yunchen said nothing, just stood there and watched her leaving.

The cold rain was beating on him, but he was unaware of it.