Xiao Huayong is a gentle person who can bring everything back to life with a smile, like spring flowers blooming. But when he doesn't smile, he looks frightening even without being angry. At this moment, he has no expression on his face when facing Shen Xihe, but his pupils are still gentle.
Shen Xihe knew that he was not joking. If she insisted on refusing, he would really do so. The more she did so, the angrier she became. She hated being threatened the most: "Xiao Beichen!"
His eyes with long eyelashes like fans flickered twice, and Xiao Huayong put down the medicine bowl in his hand. He turned around and sat next to Shen Xihe, pulling her up. Before she could react, he held her in his arms from behind and clamped her struggle: "Yo Yo, I have restrained myself."
"you… "
"I don't want to offend you, and I don't want to be hated by you." He hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "So, don't force me, yoyo."
"Xiao Beichen, if you dare, if you dare..."
"If I dare, what will Youyou do?" Xiao Huayong hugged her tighter, and even rubbed his face against Shen Xihe's neck. It seemed like he was rubbing his ears against hers, and his voice was as low and gentle as that of a close friend. "Youyou, who cares about the overall situation, will abandon me for this? Choose someone else? Is there anyone who loves Youyou more than me?"
"A legitimate son, but he won't live long, huh?"
The struggling Shen Xihe was slightly startled. She did choose Xiao Huayong because of these two reasons, and she had never even thought of hiding it from Xiao Huayong. She was always frank, but when she was suddenly exposed by Xiao Huayong, Shen Xihe felt inexplicably a little uncomfortable.
A strong medicinal aroma hit me, and the medicine bowl was at my lips. I heard Xiao Huayong behind me coaxing and saying, "Yoyo, drink the medicine."
Shen Xihe was a little tired and didn't want to argue with him any further, wasting a bowl of good medicine. She struggled to free one hand, snatched the medicine bowl, raised her head and drank it all. Then she pushed Xiao Huayong away and stared at him coldly: "Legitimate birth can be changed, but longevity can be calculated!"
As long as Xiao Huayong dies, wouldn't it be the same if His Majesty re-establishes the Eastern Palace? Perhaps Xiao Huayong doesn't need to die, as long as he is deposed.
As for longevity, life and death, and encountering each other on a narrow road, she, Shen Xihe, has never been the kind of person who would sacrifice her own life for others!
Fearing that he would hurt her, he let her break free and push him away. Xiao Huayong looked at Shen Xihe as she placed the empty bowl on the high table beside the bed. She was supporting herself on the edge of the bed with both hands, her face was slightly pale, and she was wearing a snow-white inner garment. Her long black hair fell from her shoulders like a waterfall. Her posture was weak, but her eyes were so firm that people dared not look at her.
"Don't be angry, it's my fault. I was too worried and lost my composure for a moment." He apologized again in a soft voice.
Shen Xihe was furious and pointed outside the door: "Get out!"
"Okay, okay, I'll be out right away." Xiao Huayong looked obedient and submissive. "You should have a good rest. I'll take care of the rest. You don't need to thank Xiao Jiu."
After giving the gentle instructions, Xiao Huayong turned around and left with a smile. After hearing the sound of the door closing, Shen Xihe lay down again.
As soon as she lay down, Biyu rushed in and knelt down with a plop: "I am incompetent and failed to stop His Highness. Please punish me, Princess."
Sister Zhenzhu and Sister Moyu are recovering from their injuries. Mo Yuan takes the secret guards to escort the prince, and they are guarding the Princess's Mansion.