In the quick transmigration story, the most popular female supporting character is both delicate and

"I told you His Highness the Crown Prince has already retired for the night. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being impolite."

The guard then shoved the man away.

Mu Mu cried and pounded on the door, "Your Highness, Your Highness the Crown Prince, please open the door!"

The guard's voice came from inside, "He said..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

Then the door was pushed open, and Xiao Yan, without even having time to put on his outer garment, walked towards the Daydream Pavilion. His steps seemed steady, but in reality, they were already in disarray.

"Go and fetch the doctor! Hurry!"

……

Yun Yao lay on the bed, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. Her exposed, snow-white skin had a rosy tint, alluring and delicate, seemingly filled with endless longing.

Her small face was flushed, and her breathing was light and rapid.

Xiao Yan brushed the sweat-dampened hair from the side of her face behind her ear.

A hazy mist veiled her clear, peach-blossom eyes.

The surroundings were shrouded in mist and emptiness, but her face remained clearly visible.

He put his arm around her neck and helped her up, letting her lean against him.

Mu Mu brought over a bowl of brewed medicine and a small plate of candied fruit.

Xiao Yan pinched the chin of the person in his arms, stuffed the candied fruit into her mouth, and then fed her medicine.

Because Yun Yao was in a deep coma, she was unaware that someone was feeding her medicine.

Upon tasting the overwhelming bitterness, she immediately shut her mouth tightly, even clenching her teeth.

The medicine was fed in, but then it flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

You can only feed them one small spoonful at a time.

However, it took about fifteen minutes to feed him only half a bowl of medicine.

Xiao Yan showed no impatience, but instead tenderly lowered his head and kissed her sweet and delicate face.

Mu Mu was startled by the Crown Prince's actions. She lost her grip on the bowl and it fell to the ground with a crisp sound of shattering porcelain.

Xiao Yan's eyes turned slightly cold. "Get out."

"Yes," Mu Mu hurriedly picked up the broken pieces from the ground, pushed open the door and went out.

She initially thought she had misread the image that day...

The day His Highness the Crown Prince fell ill and was bedridden was also the day after General Xie had helped repair the roof, and it happened to be the day after thunder and rain...

She got up early in the morning and vaguely saw His Highness the Crown Prince standing at the door of the young lady's room. She thought he was just mistaken because he had gotten up too early and hadn't woken up yet.

But now... could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince was afraid that his young mistress would be frightened, so he stood guard at the door all night, which is why he contracted such severe typhoid fever?!

Mu Mu returned to her room, took out some paper, wrote a note, then took a pigeon from the pigeon coop in the backyard, tied the note to the bamboo joint on the pigeon's leg, and released it out the window.

If His Highness the Crown Prince truly has feelings for Miss, and Miss is so naive, she'll be kind to whoever treats her well... wouldn't it be only a matter of time before feelings develop?

What should we do about Young Master Han?

inside the room.

Xiao Yan recalled the doctor's diagnosis earlier... He had too many worries and too much emotion, which had led to his illness.

"There's no turning back now..."

But Yunyao, what am I going to do with you?

I should let you go.

Change your identity, find a place where no one knows you, and you will no longer be the daughter of the Yun family.

I don't want to see you hate me either.

I had clearly planned this from the beginning, and I clearly didn't want both sides to suffer... so why am I still reluctant to let go?

If I weren't the crown prince, and you were just an ordinary girl, would we have been happy from the start?

When Yun Yao woke up the next day, a hand was wrapped around her waist, and a warm feeling came from a strong chest behind her.

Xiao Yan noticed that the person in his arms had woken up, and asked with a slightly nervous voice, "Do you want some water?"

Upon hearing Xiao Yan's question, Yun Yao felt dizzy and her almond-shaped eyes blurred.

"Xiao Yan? Am I dreaming...?"

How did he end up in her room, on her bed?

Even if he were in Wen Linyue's bed, it couldn't possibly be in her room.

The person in front of him blinked slowly, staring blankly at him. Her eyes were bright and her cheeks were flushed. Her full, upturned red lips were as luscious as flower petals, making her seem almost irresistible.

Her clothes were tied casually, and when she looked down, she could see large expanses of flawless, snow-white skin, and even some full breasts...

In Xiao Yan's calm, dark eyes, desire surged, but he forcefully suppressed it.

The voice was slightly hoarse, carrying a hint of desire, "It's not a dream..."

With his well-defined knuckles, he straightened her clothes and tightened the belt. "Wear your clothes properly. You can't be so careless."

Yun Yao was stunned. Perhaps because of her illness, her emotions were unstable, and her sense of grievance was magnified many times over compared to usual.

Round tears suddenly streamed down her face.

She pushed his hand away, "It's none of your business!"

Following her lead, Xiao Yan grasped her hand in return, interlocking their fingers and giving it a squeeze.

Yun Yao tried to shake him off but failed. She glared at him, her tone a little urgent, but her soft voice carried a hint of coquetry, "Let go!"

Xiao Yan chuckled softly, his voice slightly hoarse and deep, with a touch of gentleness compared to his usual cool tone, "I bought you some pastries from Taoyuanlou, would you like some?"

"She won't eat it?" Did she really think a few pastries would appease her? "Why not use them to appease Su Yimo instead!"

Xiao Yan's voice tinged with laughter, a hint of amusement in his eyes, "Jealous?"

"I'm not jealous at all! If you like Su Yimo, then you like Su Yimo. Just pretend I don't exist. There's no need to tease me like a cat or dog all the time."

A dark glint appeared in Xiao Yan's eyes, and his voice was sour, "I never treated you like a kitten or a puppy."

He didn't treat her like a kitten or puppy? Humph, she couldn't even be bothered to say anything to him.

"If Your Highness has nothing else, please return."

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Xiao Yan's profile, his features shifting between light and shadow, conveying an aloof, cold, and enigmatic air.

His voice was low and slow, countless words choked in his slightly hoarse throat, "...Eat breakfast first."

Before, we couldn't even get fresh meals every day.

But when Xiao Yan arrived, it was like a grand feast.

If this had happened before, even a Manchu Han Imperial Feast wouldn't have bothered Yun Yao.

But after eating leftovers for so long, and having only two cornbread buns and a sip of thin porridge for breakfast every day...

Eating these again now is so delicious it brings tears to my eyes.

After breakfast, Xiao Yan left the Daydream Pavilion.

In the afternoon, Xie Qingye came again.

Xie Qingye walked briskly towards Zhoumeng Pavilion, but halfway there he suddenly slowed down and adjusted to a normal walking posture, pretending to be nonchalant.

He was dressed in a black riding outfit with a drawstring closure, the waistband tightly fitted around his lean waist. He was tall and elegant, with deep-set eyebrows and broad eyes.

Compared to the dashing young man who used to gallop through the flowers.

Now he truly has some of the majesty of a general commanding a region.

He looked at the girl in front of him, who clearly looked unwell, and asked in a complicated tone, "Yun Yao, are you feeling any better?"

Yun Yao sat on a small stool, warming herself by the fire, and looked up at him. The firelight danced on her fair face, making her eyes appear even clearer and more radiant. She was both gentle and alluring.

"How did you find out?"

Xie Qingye put down his sword, pulled up a stool, and sat down next to her. "The General's Mansion isn't far from here. I heard some noise last night."

"Oh... actually I just have a fever. Mu Mu is just too nervous. It's nothing."

Xie Qingye turned his head to look at her, his eyes deep, "How could you be alright?"

"But I'm sitting here perfectly fine right now, aren't I?"

“Yun Yao…”

"Huh?" Why the sudden seriousness?