After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"Song Qiyan, please let me go."

The moment Song Qi Yan touched Jiang Wanyu's body, Jiang Wanyu's nerves were tense, but Song Qi Yan's pressure was too heavy and she could hardly move.

"Don't leave me, mother..."

Song Qi Yan murmured to himself, and after a moment, Jiang Wanyu suddenly felt the collar of her clothes getting wet.

This guy actually cried?!

Jiang Wanyu bent her head and glanced at him.

The long feathers were already wet, and there was a trace of tears in the corners of the eyes.

How sad he must be to cry in his dream.

Jiang Wanyu stared blankly at the man lying in her arms.

Instead of pushing him again, she patted his back gently to comfort him as he struggled in his dream.

Only after Song Qi Yan's frown was completely relaxed and his emotions calmed did Jiang Wanyu take the opportunity to push him to a corner of the bed.

He stood up, took a deep breath, and held his chest, his heart beating wildly.

"If it weren't for your illness, I would definitely take revenge."

Jiang Wanyu angrily covered Song Qi Yan with a quilt, then found a few things in the room and fiddled with them all night under the lamplight on the desk near Song Qi Yan's bed.

-

The next morning, the sunlight shone through the paper window onto Song Qiyan's face.

Yu Jie shook her head and opened her eyes slightly.

I noticed a piece of cloth on my head and was about to stretch out my left hand to grab it, only to find that the bandage on my left hand had been replaced with a new one.

How is this going?

He sat up and looked at the tray of water next to the bed.

He just felt hot all over last night, and the thunder and lightning reminded him of the day when he lay in the arms of his dead mother.

But later, the temperature gradually eased, and the mother's arms were no longer cold, but full of warmth.

He was thinking calmly, then he raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Jiang Wanyu sleeping on the desk.

Could it be possible...that she did all this?

He looked at the new bandage and the strip of cloth, then looked at Jiang Wanyu who had been guarding him.

I walked closer and then I could see Jiang Wanyu's face clearly.

Jiang Wanyu was seen half covered with a quilt, holding something in her hand, sleeping on the table.

This guy can fall asleep anywhere.

He chuckled and gently covered the quilt that had slipped off.

Watching her quietly as she sleeps soundly.

But with just this tiny movement, Jiang Wanyu's head moved slightly.

Seeing this, Song Qi Yan quickly retreated five steps away, coughed, and pretended nothing had happened.

"You...why are you sleeping here?"

"You still have the nerve to say that."

Jiang Wanyu yawned and stretched. Her back and waist ached. She hadn't slept all night to take care of this guy...

"I don't know who is calling for mom in the middle of the night and has a fever and needs me to take care of him."

Song Qiyan's pretended cold face suddenly flashed with embarrassment and helplessness, "Really?"

"Whether there is or not, I know better than you. After all, someone sleeps very soundly."

As she spoke, Jiang Wanyu walked up to Song Qiyan.

"You...what are you doing?"

Song Qi Yan didn't dare to look up at her and took a few steps back.

"What?"

Jiang Wanyu approached step by step until Song Qiyan's back was pressed against her spine, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

He reached out and gently touched Song Qiyan's forehead, then touched his own forehead, pondering carefully.

"It looks like the fever has gone away."

He lowered his head and said this, then suddenly glanced up.

"Why is your face still so red? Do you have a fever again? That's impossible. I can't feel it's warm."

"No."

Song Qiyan glanced away Jiang Wanyu's hand, hiding his inner panic, and looked around, not knowing where to stop.

Suddenly his eyes fell on Jiang Wanyu's red-spotted hand. He naturally grasped her wrist and asked solemnly, "What happened?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Jiang Wanyu pulled her hand away, not knowing if it was because of what happened last night or something else.

Whenever she came into contact with Song Qi Yan, she always felt her heart beating faster and her breathing becoming more difficult.

"By the way, I made two things for you."

"thing?"

Just as I was wondering, Jiang Wanyu had already run towards the desk.

Song Qiyan approached automatically. The girl held two small gadgets in her hands and handed them to Song Qiyan. She raised her lips and said to him, "Here, these are earplugs I made of cotton. If there is thunder in the future, you won't be scared if you wear them."

"Fear?"

How did she know that I was still afraid of thunderstorms?

Suddenly I remembered her red hand that was pierced by a needle.

"So this is for me?"

Following Song Qiyan's fingertips, Jiang Wanyu's gaze moved to her own hands.

“No… No.”

"What's your purpose in doing this?"

"Purpose?"

Jiang Wanyu took a step closer and pointed at Song Qiyan, saying, "Hey, don't treat me like a bad guy all the time, okay? If I treat you well, it means I have a purpose, so give it back to me."

"No."

Song Qi Yan pulled the corners of his mouth and raised both earplugs high.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanyu was helpless and stopped arguing with Song Qi Yan. She looked at Song Qi Yan in disbelief.

"I really don't understand you. One moment you don't want something, and the next you want it. If I had known this, I wouldn't have meddled in other people's business."

Jiang Wanyu frowned slightly, looking a little annoyed.

I came here to take care of him for the whole night but got nothing in return.

"What? Are you angry?"

"No."

After taking a quick glance at the two bulging cheeks, Song Qi Yan sighed and then said.

"What reward do you want?"

"award?"

Jiang Wanyu's eyes lit up. What kind of reward could this guy give him?

"I, Song Qiyan, will repay a favor. Since you took care of me last night, I will satisfy you with whatever you want."

"That's it."

Jiang Wanyu thought about it calmly. If what she wanted was to go back to the Jiang family, Song Qiyan would not agree to that. Previously, she tried to sneak back to the Jiang family when he wasn't paying attention, but he caught her and said that it was easy to get in but hard to get out.

Jiang Wanyu was ashamed.

"Forget it. I don't want anything. Otherwise, you should give me a day off. I really don't want to serve you today, and I don't want to copy memorials. Look at my two black eyes. They are so pitiful. I have become a giant panda."

Jiang Wanyu approached Song Qiyan, pointed at her heavy bags under her eyes, and pretended to look pitiful.

Song Qi Yan frowned and glanced away to avoid getting confused when his eyes were switched.

"Just rest?"

"If you give it to me, I will be fine."

"Okay then, I'll give you a day off."

"Really!"

Jiang Wanyu held Song Qiyan's hand excitedly. These past few days were more tiring than when she was going to school or working. At least there was no prince staring at her all the time.

"Then I'll go rest now."

As she spoke, Jiang Wanyu grabbed the quilt draped over the stool and tried to leave, but was stopped by Song Qiyan, who threw the pillow from his bed to her instead.

"Take it and use it. I'll ask my servants to buy another one."

"Uh, okay."

Jiang Wanyu smiled awkwardly. It turned out that he knew that the two earplugs were made by her using the cotton from the bedside.

After putting the quilt in place and lying beautifully on the bed, she could finally have a good sleep.

But as she lay on Song Qi Yan's pillow, Jiang Wanyu recalled Song Qi Yan's sad face and those rare tears last night. She thought that the pillow must have been stained with a lot of his tears.

What happened to Song Qiyan's mother? Why is his relationship with the emperor so bad?

Jiang Wanyu fell asleep while thinking. After all, Jiang Xun had told her not to ask about the royal family's affairs casually...