AMLFS Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Tell Me When It Hurts

Chapter 52: Tell Me When It Hurts

Gazing at Zhao Fangye of the Ning district, who was holding a long sword and had a heavy killing intent in his eyes.

Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo shrank back two steps.

His face, which had been full of lust just a moment ago, was now replaced with fear.

He looked around in a panic, realizing that none of the hidden guards he had brought were showing themselves.

It seemed they had all been killed by Zhao Fangye of the Ning district.

His heart tightened, knowing that Zhao Fangye of the Ning district would not let him off easily this time.

If he fell into his hands, his end would definitely be much more tragic than that time at the brothel.

He might as well go all in.

As long as he escaped, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district would have no evidence to use against him.

Pulling out a short knife from his sleeve, he held it against Song Huaixi’s neck, a fierce light flashing in Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo’s eyes as he threatened, “Don’t come any closer! Or I’ll kill him!”

Song Huaixi’s face was flushed an unnatural red, and he was completely delirious.

He was still muttering Zhao Fangye of the Ning district’s name.

The gleaming tip of the knife pressed against Song Huaixi’s snow-white throat, and Zhao Fangye of the Ning district clenched the sword in his hand. A sinister killing intent gathered in his pale eyes.

Staring at the two people inside the room, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district stopped at the door and did not move forward.

In fact, he was more than capable of dealing with Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo with his skills.

But he couldn’t afford to lose.

Zhao Fangye of the Ning district didn’t dare let Song Huaixi take even the slightest risk.

Zhao Fangye of the Ning district threw the long sword in his hand to the ground, opened his hands towards Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo, and said in a cold voice, “Let him go, and I won’t make things difficult for you.”

“Heh!” Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo let out a disdainful laugh.

Looking at Zhao Fangye of the Ning district, he said sarcastically, “Do you think I’m an idiot? Tell your men to back down. If I can’t leave, be careful with his life!”

As he spoke, he pressed the dagger in another inch.

Qing Shan, Qing Yang, and Deputy General Sun Shu were all behind Zhao Fangye of the Ning district, watching the scene unfold before them, each sweating profusely with anxiety.

They couldn’t wait to rush up and cut the Crown Prince into a thousand pieces.

The hidden guards protecting Song Huaixi, covered in blood, had dealt with the Crown Prince’s men and were waiting in the shadows for Zhao Fangye of the Ning district’s orders.

They were just waiting for him to give the order to capture the Crown Prince.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the two people, and said to the people behind him, “Everyone, back down.”

Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo, holding Song Huaixi hostage, stepped out of the courtyard gate, watching everyone vigilantly. The dagger in his hand was clenched tightly against Song Huaixi’s neck.

At this time, Song Huaixi was already too weak to walk on his own, his whole face flushed an unnatural red with a high fever.

Looking at Zhao Fangye of the Ning district, Song Huaixi reached out to him, “Zhao Fangye of the Ning district… I feel so uncomfortable…”

Seeing him like this, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district’s heart twisted like a knife, and he comforted him in a gentle voice, “Huaixi, be good, don’t move.”

Dangling Song Huaixi’s sliding body, Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo, had been drained by years of wine and women.

Song Huaixi wasn’t heavy. But at this moment, his face was already covered in sweat.

One hand was dragging Song Huaixi, and the other was holding a dagger.

With so many constraints, Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo was panicked. He finally reached outside the courtyard.

He was anxious to get on the carriage. He hurriedly reached out to grab the edge of the carriage, and the restraint in his hand loosened.

Zhao Fangye of the Ning district, who had been watching the two of them closely, immediately seized the opportunity and quickly drew the long sword from Deputy General Sun Shu’s waist.

In a flash, he flashed in front of the two with lightning speed, the long sword like an arrow piercing the air, so fast that only a residual image remained.

A cold light flashed, and the long sword struck Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo’s wrist.

With a crisp sound, the dagger was instantly knocked away.

Before Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo could react, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district stabbed him in the shoulder with his sword. Then, he turned around and kicked him in the chest.

He flew through the air in an arc like a broken sack. Finally, he crashed heavily to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo flipped over and lay on the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, as if he had been torn to pieces by the fall.

Then, he remained motionless.

Zhao Fangye of the Ning district’s movements were swift and smooth. Everyone rushed over in a hurry.

Throwing away the blood-stained sword, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district turned around, caught Song Huaixi who was about to fall to the ground, picked him up in his arms, and strode towards the carriage.

Looking back at Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, he said to the hidden guards beside him in a cold and bloodthirsty tone, “Take him back!”

Falling into Zhao Fangye of the Ning district’s familiar embrace, Song Huaixi only felt that all the cold and sticky dampness around him had been dispelled.

Holding him, he burst into tears.

All the grievances, fright, and fear now had a place to be released.

Song Huaixi cried, his whole body trembling, and he couldn’t catch his breath.

Zhao Fangye of the Ning district’s heart felt as if it had been cruelly cut open, dripping with blood.

Sitting in the carriage, he held Song Huaixi tightly in his arms, lowered his head, and kissed his tear-reddened eyes.

“Huaixi, don’t be afraid, I’m here. It’s my fault, I didn’t protect you well. Huaixi, don’t be afraid, we’ll be at the Wang Mansion soon.”

Grabbing his clothes, Song Huaixi felt weak all over. The high fever in his body was burning his internal organs to ashes. He felt like he was in the Shura hell, being roasted.

This heat tormented his mind and stirred his nerves. Just recovering from the fright, the heat in his body made him sink into fear again.

It was as if something was about to sprout from the bottom of his heart, with a strange sense of the unknown.

Only by sticking close to Zhao Fangye of the Ning district’s exposed skin did he feel a slight relief.

Song Huaixi couldn’t stop crying, his voice trembling, “Zhao Fangye of the Ning district, I feel so uncomfortable!! Am I going to die, sob sob sob…”

“I don’t want to die, will you be lonely if I die… No one to eat with you… read… write… words…”

“I don’t want to die…”

Song Huaixi choked, enveloped in great fear, both scared and sad.

If he died, what would Zhao Fangye of the Ning district do?

Holding Song Huaixi, he was struck by his sobbing words.

His heart was like a heavy hammer, trembling. Emotions washed over him like a raging tide, drowning him.

Clutching his hand, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district looked deeply into Song Huaixi’s eyes.

His tone revealed determination and resolution, “Huaixi, I won’t let you die. If you die, I will go with you.”

But as soon as Song Huaixi heard this, tears instantly gathered in his eyes. He struggled to reach out and cover his mouth, “No… can’t…”

“Have to… live… Zhao Fangye of the Ning district…”

Song Huaixi’s appearance made his heart ache beyond words, and he couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss his lips.

The entanglement of lips and teeth was more intense than ever before. But this time, Song Huaixi didn’t cry out in pain.

The tears in the corners of his eyes were dried by the heat on his body. The sensation on his lips was magnified a thousand times.

A numb itch swept through his body, and Song Huaixi used the last of his strength to straddle Zhao Fangye of the Ning district, clinging to his neck and eagerly offering his lips.

Stroking his burning skin, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district kissed him while paying attention to his movements. Song Huaixi had never been so bold.

Holding his waist, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district noticed the abnormality in his body. He pulled back and looked down at his lower body.

Song Huaixi rested his head on Zhao Fangye of the Ning district’s shoulder, panting heavily. His whole face was delicate and dripping like a ripe fruit, just waiting to be picked.

A pair of dark eyes had also become bewitching and attractive, and his bright red mouth muttered intermittently.

“Zhao Fangye of the Ning district… my stomach feels so bloated…”

To be accurate, it was his lower abdomen, but he didn’t know how to describe it. He could only vaguely express his discomfort.

Looking at him, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district’s eyes darkened for a moment.

Crown Prince Zhao Jingshuo, that beast! If he had arrived any later, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Zhao Fangye of the Ning district comforted Song Huaixi’s restless body, turned his head, and said in a cold voice to the outside of the carriage, “Faster!”

As soon as he got out of the carriage.

Zhao Fangye of the Ning district carried Song Huaixi, who was wrapped in fox fur, and hurried towards the bedroom.

Zhang Mama and the others had received the news, and the imperial physician was already waiting. After placing Song Huaixi on the bed, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district looked at the crowd with a cold face.

“Leave the imperial physician, everyone else out.”

He didn’t want anyone else to see Song Huaixi like this.

After everyone left, the imperial physician raised his head and said, “Your Highness, the Prince Consort has been poisoned with Qi Meng powder. This medicine is extremely potent. There is almost no medicine that can alleviate it. I’m afraid… I’m afraid… only Your Highness can…”

The imperial physician didn’t say the rest. Zhao Fangye of the Ning district also knew. Only he could relieve Song Huaixi’s pain.

His face darkened and his voice turned cold, “Get out.”

After the imperial physician left, Zhao Fangye of the Ning district walked forward and touched Song Huaixi’s feverish cheek. He said in a low voice, “I’m sorry, Huaixi. It’s all my fault.”

He never thought that their first time would begin in this way.

Reaching out, he untied the sash around his waist, got into bed, and held Song Huaixi in his arms.

The bed curtains fell, and only a humid heat remained in the air.

“Tell me when it hurts. Okay?”

Song Huaixi’s eyes were blurred, and he responded blankly, “Mm…”