Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

The rustling sound stopped, and then footsteps were heard.

Yan Xining half leaned against the bathtub to recover, her expression becoming a little more lazy and casual. She turned her head casually. The young man was wearing a navy blue brocade robe, which made his face look even redder and his teeth whiter. The ends of his hair were a little wet, and his eyes seemed to be wet as well.

Yan Xining raised the corners of his lips slightly and looked at him with a smile.

Beauty in this world is universal, regardless of gender!

Chu Jinxun walked closer step by step, staring at him without blinking.

Yan Xining's eyes deepened, with a questioning look in them.

Chu Jinxun approached her, walked in front of her, pulled her up, and pulled her to sit at the table. He also sat down. When he looked up again, he saw Yan Xining's face with a faint smile.

In those smiling eyes, the infinite courage he mustered suddenly lost some of its force.

With his body, identity, and current situation, what's the point of saying it? Would it drag another person down with it?

More than two months had passed since the wedding, and they had gone out together and worked together. They seemed to be united in facing the outside world. He was sick, and she took care of him. It was as if she had entered his world.

But what she saw was still just the superficial surface. She would not know, nor would she want to know, the storms and waves that belonged to him!

The light in Chu Jinxun's eyes dimmed little by little, and finally, it was condensed like a deep pool.

"Is there something you want to say or don't want to say?" Yan Xining paused for a moment in his dark eyes and broke the silence.

Chu Jinxun calmed down and said, "Xining, if you don't want to go to the Spring Banquet, then let's not go."

Yan Xining blinked. Did she say she didn’t want to go?

"Is there any danger?"

"Yes!" Chu Jinxun nodded without hesitation.

Yan Xining guessed: "Is it because of the person he offended when he came to the palace to express his gratitude? The Seventh Prince? The Eighth Prince?"

Chu Jinxun shook his head, a bitter smile flashing across his lips: "It's because of me!"

Yan Xining looked him up and down: "Will you hurt me?"

"I won't hurt you!" Chu Jinxun said immediately. After a pause, he spoke in a dry voice, "But I will implicate you!"

After saying this, he seemed to have opened up a new path, no longer holding back: "As long as I'm not dead, I'll be a thorn in the eyes of some people, but since they can't do anything to me openly, they'll resort to some tricks in secret, or deal with the people around me!"

"Don't worry, I can take care of myself!" Yan Xining smiled.

This world, we are here!

Get to know different people in different occasions, and don’t let your life be so boring!

Seeing her like this, Chu Jinxun stopped talking. He just looked at her, his gaze still as deep as a dark pool.

He thought of the information Jingyue had sent him. The person described in the information was very different from the person in front of him!

Since she wants to go, go with her!

Yan Xining waved his hand: "Now that you've woken up, you shouldn't be sick for half a year, but your poison will still regenerate. That poison has a name in the martial arts world. Do you know what it is?"

Chu Jinxun opened his thin lips slightly and uttered a few words: "Fushu!"

Originally it was used to describe lush branches and leaves, but here it means that the grass and trees grow vigorously year after year, one after another.

"So you knew!"

Chu Jinxun shook his head. "I don't know, but the 'Records of Wonderful Medicines in the World' records a poison that 'leaves no trace, leaves no trace, can regenerate, mutate, change itself, and can even strike from a distance.' It's said to have been lost!"

Yan Xining looked at him and said, "You were poisoned by the Fushu method, which is a very powerful poison that can only be used to attack a cow from a distance. In other words, someone planted this poison on your mother, not your mother, but you who were not yet born! So, do you have any idea?"

Chu Jinxun shook his head again.

"Then this poison is difficult to cure. Even though I know you were poisoned by Fushu, the focus of the poison is different, the formula is different, and the antidote formula is also different. After hitting the bull from a distance, it has undergone at least ten mutations. What it has become, it also needs to be precisely determined."

"You said you could cure it!"

"I can. Every time you get sick, I can pull you back from the underworld. But to completely detoxify you, I need a real formula. By the time I figure out the antidote, the grass on your grave might already be very tall!"

Yan Xining said casually, "Unless we find the person who created this poison, or find another similar Fushu, we can only study it slowly."

"That's not a rush. I should still be able to live for a few more years!" Chu Jinxun thought for a moment and then asked, "Why don't you go take a look at the shop I gave you last time?"

Yan Xining smiled and said, "Go when you have time!"

She added, "You can rest for a while, or walk around. I'll go back and rest first!"

She is so tired!

"Okay, I'll give it to you!"

Yan Xining wanted to say no, it was such a short distance, what was there to give as a gift?

But Chu Jinxun had already opened the door.

In the yard, Wu Yuxing and the other two, who were like ants on a hot pan, looked over when they heard the noise.

The first thing they saw was their master's slightly pale but smiling face.

Then, Yan Xining looked calm.

"Master, are you alright?" Jingqing murmured.

Jingfeng ignored him and just looked at the prince who looked refreshed. His hair was still a little wet and he had changed his clothes, but he looked much more energetic.

More importantly, this time, he woke up after only a few hours.

Wu Yuxing went over and said, "Your Highness, are you feeling unwell? I have asked someone to prepare some porridge. Would you like some?"

Chu Jinxun waved his hand: "No, I'm not hungry!"

At this time, Jingqing strode forward.

Jing Feng was startled and lowered his voice to shout, "Don't mess around!"

But Jing Qing didn't listen to him at all. He walked a few steps to Yan Xining, then suddenly bent his legs and knelt down.

The sudden gift made Yan Xining raise her eyebrows slightly.

Chu Jinxun also glanced at him.

Jing Qing knelt there motionless: "I have committed treason and cannot escape the punishment. Please punish me, Princess!"

Just now in the yard, each of them was in agony. It should be said that every time the master fell ill, they were in agony and wished they could suffer instead of the master.

Looking at the things that the princess had asked Butler Wu to prepare, he thought the princess was just pretending. Now he realized that he was wrong. Not only did he commit insubordination, he also threw the princess's needle and cursed her with such unpleasant words that he wanted to slap himself.

Just now, when his master went out safely, he knew that he seemed to have gotten into trouble.

At this moment, he understood. He was stupid and not as smart as Jingfeng. Moreover, Jingfeng would never betray the prince. Since Jingfeng said that the princess did not keep a gigolo, he must have misunderstood!

Moreover, even if the princess keeps a gigolo, as long as she can save the prince's life, he should not commit the crime of insubordination.

If you are wrong, you have to admit it and accept the beating and punishment without hesitation.

Chu Jinxun frowned: "What did you do again?"

Jing Qing stammered, "He insulted the princess, pointed his sword at her, and almost delayed her from treating the prince!"

Chu Jinxun's face darkened!

Jingfeng stepped forward hurriedly: "Your Majesty, Jingqing was worried about your condition before, and he got upset and spoke disrespectfully to the princess. I have already punished him with thirty strokes of the cane. What other punishment do you want, my lord? Please tell me!"

Chu Jinxun turned to look at Yan Xining, but only saw an indifferent face.

He said slowly, "I have already ordered that seeing the princess is like seeing me! If you are disrespectful to the princess, the princess has the final say on how to punish you!"

Although these words were said lightly, Jingfeng broke out in a cold sweat. Jingqing's face was also pale, and he lowered his head silently. He did not dare to look into his master's eyes. Sweat rolled down his forehead, and he did not know whether it was because of the injuries on his body or the fear in his heart.

"Do I really have the final say?" Yan Xining suddenly said with a sneer!

"Well, you have the final say!"

"What if I want him to die?"