Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

Su Yue quickly smiled ingratiatingly and explained in a panic, "Seventh Prince, this was completely subconscious and I didn't mean to offend you. I... I really didn't mean it. I hope you, Seventh Prince, will be magnanimous and don't take it personally."

As she spoke, she nervously observed the Seventh Prince's expression, his eyes full of pleading and guilt.

At this moment, Su Yue's heart was beating fast and she was extremely uneasy.

She knew very well that her behavior had violated the rules many times. If the Seventh Prince investigated, she would probably be in big trouble.

The Seventh Prince actually smiled, and that smile was like a spring breeze, which made Su Yue lose her mind for a moment.

He only said, "It's okay, but why don't you admit it after you saved me?"

Su Yue just opened her mouth to answer when she saw the female official rushing over with a group of people.

She couldn't help but secretly complain in her heart that the palace was too big. If something urgent happened, by the time people arrived, it would be too late.

But Su Yue just felt that she was finally liberated.

A group of people quickly gathered around the Seventh Prince, asking questions and showing concern, with voices of concern and care coming one after another.

Su Yue consciously stepped aside and tried to reduce her presence as much as possible.

The Seventh Prince would occasionally echo those concerned words, but his eyes were always on Su Yue.

He was full of confusion. This woman had clearly saved him and could have asked for a reward for this life-saving favor, but she didn't mention her contribution at all. Instead, she seemed to be trying hard to distance herself from the matter.

Why is this?

The more the Seventh Prince thought about it, the more confused he became, and his gaze stayed on Su Yue for longer and longer periods of time.

Su Yue stood aside with her head lowered, not daring to meet the Seventh Prince's gaze. She only hoped that this storm would pass quickly and she could leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

After the female official sent the imperial physician to the Seventh Prince, she hurried to Su Yue's side and said softly, "Miss Su, let's go."

Su Yue nodded quickly and said, "Please trouble me, sir."

After saying that, Su Yue subconsciously glanced at the Seventh Prince, and unexpectedly their eyes met.

Su Yue suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She pursed her lips and smiled, then quickly turned around and left with the female official.

She had barely taken two steps when she heard the clear and powerful voice of the Seventh Prince behind her: "Thank you for saving my life, young lady. When I feel better, I will go and thank you in person."

Su Yue felt that the eyes of everyone around her were instantly focused on her, and a huge pressure came upon her.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and bowed respectfully. Her voice was steady but a little nervous: "Your Highness, your words are too serious. I hope you will take care of yourself. I will take my leave."

After completing the ceremony, Su Yue did not dare to linger any longer. He turned around again and quickened his pace to catch up with the female official.

Her heart was beating like a drum, and the scene just now kept replaying in her mind.

The sunlight fell on her, casting a long shadow, as if telling of her inner unrest at the moment.

Su Yue followed the female official all the way in a hurry and finally arrived at the palace gate.

She saw the familiar carriage already waiting there quietly, as if expecting her return.

The female official turned around and was about to leave.

Su Yue quickly reached out to stop her, pulled out a carefully prepared purse from her sleeve, and handed it to the female official. With a smile on her face, she said, "I'm really sorry to bother you running around today. I hope you won't mind this small token of my appreciation."

The female official first looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that no one was paying attention, she quickly took the purse.

For the first time, Su Yue saw a smile from the heart on the female official's face, and that smile was filled with gratitude and satisfaction.

The female official nodded slightly and said, "Miss Su, you are very polite. If you have any other problems in the future, please feel free to come to me."

Having said that, he left in a hurry.

Su Yue got on the carriage, and the driver waved the whip, and the carriage slowly moved towards the Su Mansion.

It was not until this moment that Su Yue's tense nerves finally relaxed.

She let out a long sigh and muttered to herself, "It's so tiring to be around these dignitaries. I have to be so careful with every word and every move, afraid of saying or doing something wrong. Who invented this kind of workplace culture? It's driving me crazy."

After saying that, Su Yue leaned weakly against the inner wall of the carriage, closed her eyes, and tried to find a moment of peace for her tired body and mind.

The carriage was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, and the breeze outside the window blew gently, ruffling the curtains.

Su Yue had no intention of appreciating all this. Her mind was constantly thinking about her experiences in the palace, and her thoughts were in a mess.

The seventh prince was carefully escorted back to his palace by a group of attendants. Immediately afterwards, a group of imperial doctors filed in and took turns to give him a thorough examination.

The entire palace was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere. The Seventh Prince lay quietly on the couch, his face pale, his eyes filled with fatigue and helplessness.

The imperial physicians were busy for a long time, taking the patient's pulse, checking the tongue coating, and asking many questions about the symptoms of the illness.

Finally, after a lot of trouble, the seventh prince waved his hand and sent everyone away.

Lying alone on his couch, he thought back on his life: he had suffered from asthma since birth, and his health had deteriorated with age.

Despite seeking out various famous doctors and trying countless prescriptions and treatments, nothing worked.

The imperial physician once asserted that he would not live past the age of twenty-three.

And now, he is about to turn twenty.

In this country, even if he is a prince, he must get married when he turns twenty.

Otherwise, if the royal family does not set an example, how can they convince their subjects in the future?

He knew very well that he would not live long, and never had any expectations or thoughts about getting married.

The Queen Mother tried hard to find a good match for him many times, but he was unwilling to accept it.

Today, the Queen Mother issued an ultimatum, ordering him to choose a wife.

He knew in his heart that it was not that the Queen Mother did not love him, but she really had no choice in the face of such a situation.

Because of his illness, he has received many preferential treatments since he was a child, and has the best food, clothing and other necessities.

But he was not happy at all. Those so-called preferential treatments could not alleviate his physical pain, nor could they fill the loneliness and fear deep in his heart.

The seventh prince slowly closed his eyes, and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

He didn't know what his future would be like, how long he could stay in this world, and even more so, he didn't know whether he could find a trace of real warmth and comfort in the limited time he had.

Somehow, the face of the woman who saved him suddenly appeared in the seventh prince's mind.

He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a barely perceptible light in them.

He called softly, "Someone come here."

Although the voice was soft, it carried an unquestionable majesty.