Princess Consort Is No Pushover

"Yue'er, it's not your fault, you don't need to apologize at all. Qing Chen has always wanted to see you, I don't think he can hold on if he doesn't see you again. He would rather abuse himself than fear life and death just to see you , He is already in deep trouble. I tell you this, just to ask you to untie him and stop him from getting deeper and deeper. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell is needed. He is in critical condition and has lost his fighting spirit. If you can Talk to him a few words, comfort him, maybe he will cheer up and stop thinking about it." The eldest princess said sincerely.

"Well, then, let me relieve him. Then when he wakes up, let's persuade him together." Yun Ruoyue said.

"No, I can't be here. If I'm here, he won't speak the truth. Yue'er, I'll wait outside, can you help me enlighten him?" the eldest princess begged.

Seeing the distressed look on Princess Chang's face, Yun Ruoyue could only nod her head, "Okay, then I'll talk to him later."

"Thank you, Yue'er." The eldest princess said, and walked out with red eyes.

She already knew Su Qishao's most sincere thoughts today, she thought, she should give up, quit!

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As soon as the eldest princess left, Yun Ruoyue sat on the chair and quietly looked at Su Qishao who was on the bed.

Except for the Hundred Days Banquet, she hadn't seen him for a long time. Looking at him now, she realized that he seemed to have grown up a lot and became thinner a lot.

He was still asleep, his brows were tightly wrinkled into the word Chuan, and his brows were full of sorrow.

Gradually, his face became less pale, and his lips gradually returned to blood color, and finally those lips were as red as cinnabar.

She reached out to touch his forehead, and found that his fever had subsided, and she was relieved.

When she was about to take her hand away, Su Qishao had already held her hand, she was taken aback, and found that Su Qishao had woken up at some point.

"Xiaoyue'er, is that you? I... I'm not dreaming, am I?" Su Qishao looked at Yun Ruoyue in disbelief, his eyes filled with joy.

Seeing him waking up, Yun Ruoyue was also delighted, "It's me, you woke up? I gave you antipyretics, and your fever has subsided. I also re-bandaged your wound, don't worry, You'll feel better soon."

As she said that, she wanted to pull out her hand, but Su Qishao held it tightly.

He looked at her firmly, with hope shining in his eyes, "Xiaoyue'er, you really came to see me, am I really not dreaming?"

Su Qishao still didn't believe that he would see Yun Ruoyue when he woke up, his head was still dizzy, so he thought he was dreaming.

Yun Ruoyue pinched his hand with her right hand, and said, "Does it hurt? If it hurts, it's real."

"It doesn't hurt, you pinched him very gently, I don't feel any pain at all." Su Qishao shook his head, even though Yun Ruoyue was pinching him, he was also happy.

He glanced at the bright sky, and gradually realized that this was real, not a dream.

Yun Ruoyue said: "But you pinched my hand so painfully, you let go of my hand first."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Although Su Qishao didn't want to let go, he still reluctantly let go.

As soon as her hand regained its freedom, Yun Ruoyue quickly shook her hand away. Su Qishao's grip was really strong just now, as if afraid that she would run away, her hand turned red.

She said with some embarrassment: "Actually... In fact, the princess is very kind to you. This time you are sick, she is the most nervous and anxious. It was she who sent Rufeng to call me early in the morning, and I came here."