After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

Ren Chenxi rode a fast horse back to Prince Chen's Mansion, anxiously carried Xia Yurou straight to the bedroom, and urgently summoned the imperial physician to take his wife's pulse, his face full of worry.

"Lord Chen, the princess is too seriously injured to survive."

The imperial physician picked up a piece of paper and pen and wrote down the prescription, and then warned: "Princess, you need to rest well and not be disturbed in the slightest."

Butler Lin took the prescription, hurried out of the room, and ran to the pharmacy to get medicine for the princess.

Xiaoxue sent the imperial physician to the door. A breeze blew past, ruffling the hair on her forehead. She bowed her head slightly, thanked him softly, and then closed the door.

Ren Chenxi sat beside the bed, staring at Xia Yurou's pale face, and gently held her hand: "I'm sorry, Rouer, I failed to protect you. If I had been more resolute at the time, perhaps you wouldn't have suffered such a serious injury."

His fingers slid gently across Xia Yurou's cheek, and every touch seemed to be filled with endless tenderness.

After a while, Xiaoxue came in with a steaming bowl of medicine, gently placed it on the table beside the bed, and whispered softly, "Your Highness, the medicine is ready."

Ren Chenxi picked up the medicine bowl, scooped up a spoonful of medicine, and gently blew away the hot steam on it, but she couldn't feed it into her mouth.

With no other options left, he put the medicine in his hand into his mouth and slowly pressed it against Xia Yurou's lips.

Xia Yurou, who had been in a deep sleep, opened her eyes slightly at this moment. She dimly saw the handsome prince kissing her, with a blush on her face.

A bitter warm current slid through the throat, but it was mixed with the sweetness given by Ren Chenxi. The picture was so beautiful that it was like having a spring dream and didn't want to wake up.

Xiaoxue outside the door secretly peeked at everything in the house. The prince's subtle movements and the tenderness in his eyes deeply touched her heart.

No wonder, such an ambiguous and beautiful scene made the girl who was just beginning to fall in love blush on her cheeks, and the deer in her heart seemed to be about to jump out.

Xiaoxue lowered her head and dared not look again. While she was extremely envious, she also silently prayed for the princess and the prince, wishing that they could be happy like this forever.

As night falls, the moonlight shines like water, pouring into the window frames indoors, adding a touch of gentle color to the entire room.

At this time, Xia Yurou was able to walk, and as the Chinese God of War, she recovered faster than ordinary people.

But the girl sat on the bed, leaning on the soft cushion, thinking about the dream, her face filled with joy that was hard to conceal.

Seeing this, Xiaoxue, who had been busy all the time, asked curiously: "Miss, what makes you so happy?"

Her already flushed cheeks became even more flushed when Xiaoxue asked her, and she smiled shyly: "I seemed to dream about the prince..."

Before she finished speaking, Xia Yurou gently stroked her lips, where Ren Chenxi's tenderness seemed to still remain.

Xiaoxue looked at the princess's blushing cheeks and couldn't help laughing. She walked forward, winked mischievously, and said softly, "Miss, you are not dreaming. The prince really... fed you medicine."

Xia Yurou's thoughts drifted away with Xiaoxue's words. She seemed to still be able to feel Ren Chenxi's warm touch. The tenderness at that moment made her intoxicated.

At this moment, the voice of the maid greeting the prince suddenly came from outside the door. She hurriedly lay on the bed, closed her eyes tightly, and tried to make her breathing extremely weak.

No matter how Xia Yurou pretended to be unconscious, there was still a faint blush on her face, which reflected on her fair skin like the morning glow and made her look particularly charming.

Ren Chenxi came in with the medicine, looked at Xia Yurou who was still lying on the bed, and asked, "Are you still not awake?"

Xiaoxue looked at the prince's concerned eyes and understood the princess's thoughts, so she lowered her head slightly and replied softly: "Prince, the young lady has not woken up yet."

Ren Chenxi frowned slightly, sat down gently beside the bed, and looked at Xia Yurou's peaceful sleeping face tenderly.

He scooped up a spoonful of medicine and put it in his mouth, then leaned down again and slowly approached Xia Yurou's lips.

Xiaoxue tactfully retreated to the door and gently closed it, leaving the princess with a chance to be alone with the prince.

Ren Chenxi's eyes were full of affection, and they were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath intertwining.

He gently lifted Xia Yurou's chin, allowing her soft lips to slightly open, and poured the medicine into her mouth.

Xia Yurou's eyelashes trembled slightly, her heart was already filled with joy, and the medicinal smell of Chinese medicine was flowing in her body.

The medicine in his mouth was slightly bitter, but because of his gentleness, it seemed unusually sweet...

In the next few days, as long as Ren Chenxi had no government affairs, he would stay by Xia Yurou's side and take care of her.

That afternoon, Xia Yurou sat on the edge of the bed with a plate of melon seeds in her hands, cracking them one by one, making crisp sounds.

Xiaoxue felt something was wrong with her leisurely look, but she didn't dare to speak out. She whispered softly, "Miss, is this really okay for us? The prince..."

Before she finished speaking, Xia Yurou smiled and said, "Your Highness always feels that he owes me and blames himself for not being able to protect me. I am giving Your Highness a chance to show off."

Xiaoxue came closer and lowered her voice, "Miss, the prince loves you deeply. If he knew that you have been pretending recently, aren't you afraid that the prince will be angry?"

Xia Yurou raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and pretended to be angry and said lightly: "He dares?" There was a hint of playfulness in her voice, but it could not hide the sweetness in her heart.

Just as he finished speaking, steady footsteps were heard outside the door, and the maid outside the house called softly, "Prince."

Xia Yurou's heart tightened, and she quickly hid the melon seed plate in her hand under the cushion behind her, and quickly swept the melon seed shells on the ground with her toes, trying to cover up this small "evidence".

As the footsteps got closer, Xia Yurou leaned against the head of the bed, trying to make herself look weak, with her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was suffering from pain.

Xiaoxue was amused by Xia Yurou's quick reaction, then she smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth, thinking, "The princess is really naughty."

At this moment, Ren Chenxi had already walked into the room. His eyes first fell on Xia Yurou's face. Seeing that she seemed to be a little uncomfortable, he hurried forward and asked with concern: "Rou'er, are you feeling unwell?"

Xia Yurou shook her head weakly and said in a slightly weak voice: "Your Highness, I feel... cough cough..."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently pressed her chest, a look of pain on her face: "It still hurts a little here."

Then he pointed to his bandaged arm and said, "My hand doesn't feel good. It feels like it's been pricked by something."

Ren Chenxi frowned, his eyes full of concern for her. He gently held Xia Yurou's bandaged arm and stroked it softly with his fingers.

"Rou'er, is this strength okay?"

"Your Majesty, I feel so weak and powerless. I want to wield the sword but I don't have the strength."

He gently took Xia Yurou into his arms, let her lean on his chest, and comforted her softly: "Just rest and recover. When you are well, we will practice sword together."

Xia Yurou gently raised her head and looked at Ren Chenxi's cold and handsome face, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice: "Prince, can you dance with the sword for Rouer to see?"

Seeing Rou'er's eager eyes, he scratched her nose lovingly and promised with a smile: "Since Rou'er wants to see it, I will dance with a sword for you."

After saying that, Ren Chenxi gently picked up Xia Yurou, afraid of pressing on her wound. He was extremely careful with every move and walked steadily towards the pavilion in the back garden.

Xiaoxue followed closely behind with a sword in her arms, holding a soft cushion in her hand, which she carefully spread on the stone bench in the pavilion.

Xia Yurou sat on the cushion, a happy smile on her face, looking forward to the prince's back as he danced with the sword.

In the open area of the back garden, Ren Chenxi was wearing a black robe, with the sword in his hand flying in the air like a dragon, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, full of beauty.

His sword dance was poetic and picturesque, every movement was smooth and graceful, as if he was dancing with the wind and resonating with the clouds.

Xia Yurou was deeply attracted by this scene. She opened her red lips and her voice was as clear and pleasant as a spring in a mountain stream: "The sword dances gracefully like a swimming dragon, the wind rises and the clouds surge, reflecting the red sun. The black robe dances lightly with the clouds, and the love is deep and the two hearts are the same."

Ren Chenxi's sword dancing movements seemed to resonate wonderfully with her poems. His sword dance became more graceful, as if responding to Xia Yurou's affection.