Help! The innocent prince always tries to seduce me clumsily

Midnight.

It was snowing heavily. The capital city had not seen such a snowy day for decades.

The snow on the ground was too thick, half as deep as the wheel of a carriage. The carriage was becoming increasingly difficult to move. The horses were shivering from the cold, their hooves digging into the snow and slipping on the frozen hard ground.

The groom saw that the road was becoming more and more difficult to walk on, and the horse could no longer move. He said helplessly in a low voice: "Bishui, you see, the horse has slipped several times. If it continues like this, I'm afraid it will overturn. Why don't you go and persuade His Highness to walk back to the palace."

Bishui's teeth were chattering from the cold, and she kept rubbing her hands and breathing out to keep warm. When she heard this, she answered without thinking, "It's snowing so hard, it's still too early to leave Prince Qi's mansion. If we walk back, it will probably take more than half an hour. What if Your Highness gets frozen?"

"I'm also worried that Your Highness will get cold, but look at this horse..." The driver said with a worried look on his face, "It can hardly move anymore. If it stops in the middle of the road, it will freeze to death in such a heavy snow."

Bishui was conflicted for a long time. One horse was nothing to the Qi Wang Mansion, but the carriage would stop in a while and Chu Shitong would have to get off and walk. If the horse fell directly, Chu Shitong would be in danger in the carriage.

After thinking it over, Bishui decided to tell Chu Shitong first.

"Your Highness."

She secretly lifted a corner of the car curtain.

The carriage was dimly lit only by a candle.

Chu Shitong's figure was hidden in the corner and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Your Highness, the horse seems unable to move. Do you think we should walk back to Prince Qi's Palace or send someone back to fetch another carriage?"

Bishui waited for a long time, but did not get any answer from Chu Shitong.

When she thought Chu Shitong was asleep, Chu Shitong's voice slowly came out from the corner of the carriage.

Low and hoarse, like the dryness after waking up from a nightmare.

"Let's go."

Bishui was stunned, feeling that something was wrong with Chu Shitong after she came out of the princess's mansion, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Yes."

The carriage stopped and Chu Shitong and Bishui got off.

They didn't bring anyone else with them this time, and the coachman had to stay behind to park the carriage, so only Bishui went back with Chu Shitong.

The coachman apologized to Chu Shitong. Although it was the heavy snow and the horse's fault, the horse for this carriage had always been raised by him.

Chu Shitong shook his head, didn't bother with him, turned around and walked silently into the snowy night.

……

The snow was heavy, and my shoes and socks were soaked while walking in the clear water. My feet were so frozen that I could hardly feel them.

The snow fell on the oil-paper umbrella. Bishui held a lantern and shook off the snow on the umbrella after walking for a while.

On such a cold night, there were very few people on the street.

Bishui said nothing, but if it were any other time, she would probably have said a few words.

But for some reason, she just felt that Chu Shitong seemed to be in a very depressed mood. Chu Shitong didn't speak, and she didn't dare to speak either.

The two walked in silence.

The cold wind was howling, and the thin clothes under Chu Shitong's cloak were as good as nothing at all, with no protective effect at all. The cold wind invaded every inch of her skin, freezing her bones and frosting her skin. Only her heart was still beating with some residual warmth.

Although Bishui was wearing a cotton coat, her ears and nose were still red from the cold.

while walking.

Chu Shitong suddenly stopped.

Bishui also stopped quickly.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Chu Shitong turned his head to look at her. The shadow under the umbrella was the blind spot of the candle in the lantern. Chu Shitong's eyes, as clear as glass, were like glittering gems in the night.

"Bishui, what is the most important thing in your heart?"

Bishui said: "Of course I am here to serve His Highness."

Chu Shitong was stunned for a moment after hearing this answer, and then asked: "Why? Is it the most important freedom?"

As a maid, Bishui's dream should be to regain her freedom and then get married and have children.

This seems to be the fate of ordinary women today.

Bishui said, "No, I think serving His Highness is the most important thing. Freedom and the like... I have never thought about it. Even if His Highness lets me leave one day, I don't know where to go."

"Who taught you that serving me is the most important thing?"

Chu Shitong believed that Bishui's thoughts must have been forced into his life just like his desire to seize the throne.

"No one taught me." Bishui looked confused and said, "Your Highness is the most important person to me, so serving Your Highness is the most important thing."

Chu Shitong was silent for a moment, and asked with a heavy heart: "If one day, you are regarded as the most important person, that is, me, and I am sold to a man as his wife, and he has no feelings for you and treats you badly, and beats you every time he is drunk, and you live a life worse than death after marrying him, then will you hate me, will you regret ever treating me as the most important person?"

Bishui thought about it seriously, and the expression on her face became more and more sad, as if she was in the scene herself.

Chu Shitong lowered his eyes, thinking that asking this question was really stupid.

No matter who it is, they will hate it.

She sighed silently and was about to continue walking without hearing the answer when Bishui suddenly said.

"If it was Your Highness, I would not hate You, nor would I regret it."

Chu Shitong paused and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

She looked at the expression on Bishui's face in disbelief. Bishui was so serious.

That look was like the forgiveness that was carefully decided after experiencing the suffering of the previous life and living a life worse than death.

Just like this glance, this sentence.

It all came from the Bishui who was misunderstood by her in her previous life.

Chu Shitong felt like he was suffocating.

She didn't dare to speak anymore, gritted her teeth, turned around and walked quickly into the snow.

Bishui was confused and thought she had said something wrong, so she hurriedly chased after her and held an umbrella for Chu Shitong.

Chu Shitong felt such pain in her heart that she didn't even know what the meaning of her second life was.

She would rather live only in her last life, be a vicious and cruel villain, end up with a thousand arrows piercing her heart, and bear an infamy that cannot be described in words.

I don't want to live my life again and learn these truths that can crush me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but wouldn't fall.

The cold wind made her head hurt more and more, and her body was no longer cold, but hot instead.

The burning soul wants to break through this body.

Bishui saw Chu Shitong's figure gradually shaking, and then suddenly falling down. She was horrified and dropped her lantern and umbrella and went forward to support him.

"Your Highness!"

A snowy night.

The candle in the lantern was also blown out by the wind.

Along the ten-mile-long street, the only sound left is the call of the clear water.

After leaving the palace, Rushuang was sent back to Prince Rong's Mansion, with only Jianying following her all the way.

Hearing the sound of Bishui, Jianying immediately jumped down from the roof.

She was also very cold.

Seeing Jianying, Bishui acted like she saw a savior and said quickly, "Sister Jianying, go find a carriage. The prince has fainted!"

Seeing that Ying was not as flustered as Bishui, he instead observed his current position.

"It's not easy to use Qinggong in the snow. It will take too long for me to rush all the way to Prince Qi's Mansion and then pull the carriage here."

"What should we do?"

Bishui was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Jianying comforted him, "Don't cry yet. This place is not far from Prince Rong's Mansion. I will go find His Royal Highness the Crown Prince right now."

"Then go quickly, I'll be waiting for you here!"

"it is good."

……

"How is she? Is she okay? Why isn't she talking? Is she mute?!"

Si Jingli grabbed the doctor and asked questions immediately. He almost got angry because the doctor did not cure Chu Shitong immediately.

The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly replied in a gentle voice.

"Don't worry, Your Highness! Prince Qi just caught a cold and has a fever. It's nothing serious."

Si Jingli felt relieved.

The doctor prescribed some medicine and told him not to catch a cold again. He often changed the wet towel on Chu Shitong's forehead to reduce his fever, and told him to take medicine after he woke up. Only then did he leave.

Bishui was busy serving.

But as long as the towel is washed again, before meeting Chu Shitong, this job will be Si Jingli's.

Bishui could only wait helplessly at the side.

Fortunately, after Si Jingli returned home today, he couldn't sleep because of the impending separation. Jianying called Si Jingli as soon as he arrived at Prince Rong's Mansion, and then took Chu Shitong to see a doctor.

Otherwise, who knows what will happen in this icy and snowy place.

Bishui followed Si Jingli and stayed by Chu Shitong's side.

Chu Shitong's whole body was burning hot. Si Jingli knew that Chu Shitong's body temperature was usually cool. Feeling her burning hot body, Si Jingli couldn't help but think about it in his mind. His eyes turned red as he thought about it.

Bishui also caught a cold and kept coughing, so Si Jingli let her go back first.

At first, Bishui was reluctant to leave, but when Si Jingli mentioned that the disease was contagious, Bishui was so scared that she left quickly, fearing that she would infect Chu Shitong with the disease again.

Bishui also knew about Chu Shitong and Si Jingli.

She believed that Si Jingli would definitely not harm Chu Shitong.

……

Si Jingli stayed there for a long time, but he couldn't feel at ease until Chu Shitong woke up.

Just as he was lost in thought and secretly wiping away his tears, Chu Shitong's voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Prince...Your Highness?"

Hearing Chu Shitong's voice, Si Jingli's crying seemed to be paused. He looked up at Chu Shitong, and the moment he made sure that Chu Shitong opened her eyes, he couldn't help but rush over to hug her and continued crying.

"Chu Shitong, you scared me to death..." Si Jingli's voice was extremely aggrieved, "Why are you running around in the middle of the night? It's snowing so heavily, do you want to die?"

Although I complained, I finally felt a little relieved.

Chu Shitong seemed to be half asleep and half awake, as if he was confused due to the fever. He stared blankly at the surroundings for a long time.

Si Jingli finally came back to his senses and said, "You are in my room now. I have brought you to Prince Rong's Mansion."

He specifically introduced him because Chu Shitong had never been to Prince Rong's Mansion, let alone his room.

The room was filled with priceless items, luxurious and gorgeous, but compared to this empty and cold room, he preferred the small room in Chu Shitong's mansion.

Because they had spent a long time in there.

Hearing the voice, Chu Shitong slowly looked at him, the clarity in his eyes no longer existed.

The clear glass eyes looked dull as if covered by a layer of haze.

Si Jingli's heart immediately tightened. He had never seen Chu Shitong like this before.

Chu Shitong looked at him with confused and unfamiliar eyes.

Si Jingli anxiously patted her face gently, "Chu Shitong, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Shitong did not answer. He stared at him for a long time, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Si Jingli couldn't hold it in any longer.

He was a crybaby, but in his eyes, Chu Shitong always looked calm and composed in the face of everything. The first time he saw Chu Shitong's eyes red, he cried even faster than Chu Shitong.

"Chu Shitong, what's wrong with you? Has someone bullied you? Tell me and I will avenge you!"

Chu Shitong still didn't speak. His red eyes were moist, but no tears fell.

"His Royal Highness..."

"I'm here, tell me what's wrong."

Si Jingli hugged her and his voice, with a crying tone, was heartbreaking.

"Your Highness... Your Majesty..."

"I'm here, I'm here."

"His Royal Highness..."

Chu Shitong didn't know what was wrong with him, and he kept repeating these four words.

Frightened, Si Jingli immediately asked Rushuang to fetch the doctor who had just arrived home.

He was so afraid that Chu Shitong’s brain would be burned out.

"Chu Shitong, don't scare me."

"Your Highness..."

Chu Shitong was in his arms, and his voice was so soft that it seemed like it would break at any moment.

"Sorry……"

Si Jingli's body suddenly stiffened. He could hardly believe his ears. He held up Chu Shitong's face, trying to see the guilt in her eyes after playing a prank on him.

but no.

It is obvious that Chu Shitong is not conscious and what he said just now was serious.

"You...what did you say?"

Chu Shitong said: "I am... a liar..."

Si Jingli was so anxious that he was going crazy, "What liar? What are you talking about?"

"I can't defeat Chu Shixuan... I am doomed to die... Don't come to save me... Please..."

The hidden pain in the vague voice was almost suffocating. Si Jingli wanted to say something, but it felt like someone was strangling his throat.

"Don't come to save me... please..."

"Don't come to save me... please..."

She kept repeating this sentence.

It seemed that these two sentences were very important to her.

Si Jingli hugged her in his arms with heartache. He didn't know what had happened, but Chu Shitong must be unconscious in this state.

She might have had a nightmare in her coma.

Or maybe something really happened that you are not aware of.

Si Jingli put his face close to hers and made the most earnest promise in a tearful voice while her mind was in a state of confusion.

"Chu Shitong, don't be afraid. With this prince here, Chu Shixuan won't dare to do anything to you. Even if this prince raises an army to rebel, he won't let him bully you!"

Si Jingli didn't know what was going on.

But he was sure that Chu Shitong must have been bullied by Chu Shixuan because of what she did.

Either he was bullied in reality where Si Jingli couldn't see him, or he was bullied in a dream.

No matter how you are bullied, it is bullying anyway!

Si Jingli had previously promised Chu Shitong that he would help her win the throne, but the reason he had never taken any action was that his help depended on military strength.

Even if 100,000 of the 300,000-strong army of the Marquis of Zhenguo were left to garrison the border, the remaining 200,000 would be enough to overwhelm the remaining half of Beiqing.

Si Jingli was so sure because the Marquis of Zhenguo treated Si Jingli as his lifeblood. As long as Si Jingli spoke up, even if it meant rebellion, the Marquis of Zhenguo would agree without blinking an eye, and might even applaud and praise his grandson for finally having ambitions.

He was not good at court affairs, and Chu Shitong was unwilling to let him enter the court, so he never took any action.

But as long as Chu Shitong was in danger, he would not hesitate to instigate a rebellion that would bring him eternal infamy, just to keep Chu Shitong safe.