Reborn as the Regent's Beloved

Seeing how they subdued the man before they were completely exhausted, I sighed inwardly.

Feng Xingye is indeed a war god; it took so many people a lot of effort to subdue him.

Yue Qi had someone bring iron locks, intending to restrain the man on the bed. "To prevent the prince from going mad, we need to hold him down."

The servant nodded, not daring to relax for a moment.

After a while, they finally managed to restrain Windrunner's hands and feet.

Xiao Fengyi said to Yue Qi, "I'll remove the needles."

Yue Qi and his servants did not let go of her hand, and said, "Miss Xiao, please be careful."

She nodded slightly, recalled the order of needle removal, and then extended her slender fingers to remove the needles one by one.

After the silver needle left Feng Xingye's body, the venom flowed out from the needle hole.

Xiao Fengyi breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the thick black venom flowing out with the blood.

After a while, Feng Xingye stopped resisting, and his whole demeanor softened, and his complexion improved considerably.

She took out the Taiyi Pill left by the divine physician and had Yue Qi give it to Feng Xingye.

Yue Qi mixed the Taiyi Pill with water, intending to give it to Feng Xingye, but after feeding him two mouthfuls, he vomited it all up.

He looked at the girl with pleading eyes, "Miss Xiao, what should we do?"

"Let me do it."

Xiao Fengyi, anxious and experienced in caring for the sick, lifted her skirt, took the medicine bowl, sat on the sickbed, and fed Feng Xingye the medicine.

Whether it was because of her proper method of feeding the medicine or because her movements were too gentle, Feng Xingye never vomited the medicine again.

Yueqi and his well-rested servants watched in amazement.

There's a proper way and a skill involved in administering medicine.

"Next time I get sick, I'll have my wife feed me medicine like this too."

Hearing this, everyone laughed at the servant, saying, "Who would willingly get sick? And you, a staunch bachelor, do you even have a wife?"

“Of course there are.” The servant was particularly unconvinced.

Their playful banter seemed to have nothing to do with Xiao Fengyi.

She was like a lady in a painting, isolated from the people and things around her, single-mindedly feeding Feng Xingye medicine.

After feeding the patient the soup made from Taiyi Dan, Xiao Fengyi placed the medicine bowl on the small table beside the bed and looked out the window at the sky.

“Guard Yueqi, His Highness Prince Zhao has taken his medicine and should be fine for now. It’s almost dawn, and I should return to Baoguo Temple. I’m worried that my grandmother will look for me in the morning and it will be troublesome if she can’t find me. I will still treat His Highness Prince Zhao’s poison with acupuncture.”

Yue Qi also felt that Xiao Fengyi was right. It would be useless for her to stay here, and it would also arouse suspicion from the outside world. It would be better to let him return to Baoguo Temple first.

"Then I'll send a carriage to take you back."

"Hmm." Xiao Fengyi touched Zhao Wang's forehead, then got up and left.

No sooner had she stood up than the other person suddenly opened their eyes.

He's in really good health. Others would probably lie in bed for ten days or half a month before waking up after being poisoned, but he woke up immediately.

The man grabbed the girl's wrist, and unlike other patients who were barely breathing, he said with a strong voice, "Don't go, we still have things to say."

Speak, what are you saying?

Before the girl could understand what was happening, she was pulled back to the bed by a strong force.

Seeing that their master had something to say to Miss Xiao, Yueqi and the servants left the room and closed the rattling door.

The night rain fell, leaving behind the scent of green grass.

Xiao Fengyi nestled against Feng Xingye's chest, her eyes wide with fear, and gasped, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

As she was getting up, the man pinned her down to his chest.

Feng Xingye coughed incessantly and said sternly, "I have something to say to you."

Seeing how hard he was working, Xiao Fengyi naturally patted his strong chest to help him catch his breath.

"Your Highness, please speak frankly. We are all in the same boat now."

That sounds like I've been tricked.

His amber eyes stared intently at Xiao Fengyi. "Miss Xiao, it's the same old story. You're determined not to marry, but have you ever considered that my nephews will never let you go?"

Xiao Fengyi's eyes were clear as glass, and she blinked. Her pale, jasmine-like lips moved slightly, as if she were pondering the question raised by Feng Xingye.

Not long after, she gave her answer, "I've thought about it."

"Aren't you afraid?"

The girl could read a hint of emotion and heartache in the man's eyes, but she still replied, "I'm not afraid, it's no use being afraid!"

Being afraid is useless!

Upon hearing those four words, Feng Xingye felt an urge to protect the girl.

This isn't like him.

He has always been hard-hearted and dislikes showing mercy to women.

Feng Xingye said seriously, "Have you ever thought about finding someone to cover for you? That way, they wouldn't dare to have any improper thoughts about you because of that person's intimidation."

"Actually, I have thought about it." She was sure she had considered his suggestion, but she felt that there was no such person in the world.

She knew from her previous life that no one would help selflessly and without desire; every act of kindness comes at a price, and they would definitely want something in return, but she couldn't afford to give anything in return.

The lush candlelight cast an ochre hue on the faces of a man and a woman. The man's eyes, moist with tears, lingered on the woman's cheek. "Have you found it?"

The woman sighed, "Couldn't find it."

"That sounds a bit hopeless." The man said sarcastically, then became serious. "If needed, I can... temporarily shelter you from the wind and rain."

Upon hearing Feng Xingye's words, Xiao Fengyi's crystal-clear eyes widened. "Your Highness, you mean you want to be with me..."

Suddenly, the girl didn't know how to describe their relationship.

Feng Xingye's slender, long fingers slipped through the girl's cool, disheveled hair, playfully interpreting their relationship.

“Miss Xiao, I will collude with you in all sorts of wicked deeds, both outwardly and inwardly. I want my nephews to believe that you are my woman, and then they will stop pursuing you. That way, when time has passed, you can choose to become a nun or get married as you wish.”

Xiao Fengyi held her breath the whole time after hearing Feng Xingye's description, her expression growing more and more astonished.

In Feng Xingye's words, it seemed as if they would do bad things together.

She neither agreed nor disagreed, but instead said to Feng Xingye, "Your Highness, may I be released?"

Their breaths mingled, and Feng Xingye felt that things were getting too ambiguous, so he released the girl who was lying on top of him.

After sitting up, the girl tidied her disheveled hair and clothes on the couch.

From Feng Xingye's perspective, Xiao Fengyi exudes a captivating charm, as if the two had just engaged in some unspeakable act. The woman straightens her clothes, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, they both heard a rooster crowing.

He pursed his lips and said, "Miss Xiao, it's already dawn, so I won't keep you any longer. However, you should consider my suggestion."

In fact, Feng Xingye's suggestion was more conducive to the two of them establishing a tacit understanding and a relationship of trust.

Xiao Fengyi lowered her eyes, her long neck exposed to the air, as if considering the man's suggestion.