The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort (Chapters 1- 203)

Chapter 190 : Seeking A Cure

Mo Cong always viewed Jiang Ruan as someone difficult to handle, but now he too felt quite uncomfortable and said, "Although I used to think that Third Sister-in-law was too competent and intense for a woman, I would rather have her be as arrogant as before than having her lie pathetically on the bed now." He looked at Qi Feng to one side, and asked, "Fourth Brother Qi, why do you look so preoccupied?"

Qi Feng came back to his senses and smiled wryly. "I'm fine."

Seeing this, Mo Cong patted him on the shoulder comfortingly. "I know. With your intelligence, for you to not be able to figure out how and through what scheme led to Third Sister-in-law's poisoning, you must definitely be blaming yourself. But it's not your fault. Maybe Fifth Brother Xia will be able to make the antidote today, so don't be sad."

Qi Feng smiled and said nothing; Mo Cong didn't know what he was thinking as he looked at Jiang Ruan lying on the bed with a pale face. Listening to her distressing and heart terrifying rambles, Qi Feng felt shocked once again. Previously, he had never liked women weeping or wailing and he admired Jiang Ruan because of her courage. However, when he accidentally heard her grief filled questioning last night, he felt an indescribable pain in his heart. He wanted to comfort her, but he could only watch from a distance. He hated himself for being useless and powerless, for being unable to be of any help in this situation.

Everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts, consequently not immediately realizing that Steward Lin had led Xiao Shao back to the courtyard in a hurry. Moreover, there was another person behind him. Everyone felt this was a little strange. At this juncture, Xiao Shao was still bringing another person into the Wangfu– wasn't he afraid of making matters even more chaotic? When they looked closely at the person trailing behind Xiao Shao, they saw that he was attired magnificently in brocade robes and was not too tall. And, as he drew closer, he revealed a delicate and beautiful face, as if he was a young master of some noble family. Everyone felt he looked familiar.

"Thirteenth Prince!" Mo Cong called out first. He looked at Xiao Shao, then at Xuan Pei, and asked, "Third Brother Xiao, why did you invite Thirteenth Prince?" Mo Cong was usually bold and unrestrained, but his first thought had nothing to do with the trouble that Xuan Pei would cause because he had privately left the palace without permission. Rather he felt baffled as to why Xuan Pei had been invited over at this juncture whilst Jiang Ruan was in this predicament. He couldn't remember if Xuan Pei and Xiao Shao shared a friendship, and as for Jiang Ruan, it was even more impossible to have any sort of relationship with Xuan Pei.

"You can head in," Xiao Shao said to Xuan Pei. "She's inside."

Xuan Pei glanced at him, and said, "Thank you." His expression was full of complex emotions, and the people around were puzzled by his expression. At that moment, they felt that this did not seem to be a conversation between a grown man and a young prince, but a man to man conversation of two individuals of equal status; and a promise between men.

After Xuan Pei entered, Guan Liang Han finally couldn't help but say, "Lao San, what the hell are you doing? Why did you invite Thirteenth Prince over here? If the Emperor finds out about this, you will be adding another layer of trouble."

"He had to come." Xiao Shao said lightly, "There are some things that only he understands, and that only he knows what's going on."

After Bai Zhi and Lian Qiao left the room, Xuan Pei closed the door. He seemed a little afraid to approach the bed, and stopped a few steps away. Jiang Ruan slept peacefully and quietly, her face was a little pale. Xuan Pei looked at her, before he finally took a few steps forward until he was at her bedside. Suddenly he knelt down with a 'plunk'.

The boy's back was straight, like a truly proud nobleman, yet his eyes were filled with tears, but ultimately as more came, he could no longer hold them back. Hot tears dripped onto the back of Jiang Ruan's hand. His delicate and beautiful little face was scrunched up, and his usual mature face was now childlike, as if a young child who had been pretending to be strong had finally seen his mother, and the long-standing facade was suddenly stripped away and all that was left was a belly full of pent up grievances ready to be unleashed.