GTB Chapter 214

Chapter 216: I’ll Just Take it as Fulfilling You All

The Next Day

The Jiang family, upon learning the news of Jiang Jiuchu’s awakening, rushed over early in the morning.

Jiang Jiuchu looked at her family gathered around her bedside, worriedly asking after her, and said with a smile, “Father, Mother, Brother, I’m fine. You don’t need to come see me every day.”

“His Highness is taking very good care of me. My injuries will heal quickly. When I’m better, I’ll go see you.”

Madam Ye stroked her daughter’s head. “Alright, then Chu’er must take good care of herself. She can’t skip a single dose of the medicinal soup, or it will leave lasting problems.”

Jiang Jiuchu laughed. “I know!”

“His Highness is watching closely. I can’t avoid a single dose. Mother, please rest assured!”

Everyone smiled at these words, but the smiles weren’t as carefree as usual.

Jiang Yuan and Jiang Jiuche also gave a few words of advice before leaving the room.

Inside the study, Shí Yan looked at Jiang Yuan and Jiang Jiuche, and finally said, “As long as Father-in-law doesn’t get involved and doesn’t oppose them, they won’t make trouble for you.”

“Alright,” Jiang Yuan and Jiang Jiuche responded with a nod.

Although they wanted to help Shí Yan, their power was limited. Standing alone and taking the lead would only attract trouble and distract Shí Yan.

Jiang Yuan shook his head and sighed. “Ah! I really didn’t expect the former Crown Prince to be so ambitious, even with his disability, he still wants to be the one behind the power.”

Shí Yan coldly smiled. “Rather than saying he’s the one with ambition, it’s more like the Empress and her family behind her.”

Jiang Yuan looked worried and sighed again. “That Shí Xiu looks so gentle and refined, but who would have thought he’d be willing to be manipulated and do such rebellious and unfilial things.”

As he said this, he looked at Shí Yan. “The Emperor can’t speak now and can’t move. Does the Crown Prince have any way to break this situation?”

“Not yet, but their claim is not legitimate, so they don’t dare to take that seat yet.”

Jiang Yuan nodded, wanting to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back, only rising to say to the weary-looking Shí Yan, “Your Highness, take care of your health.”

Shí Yan nodded and sent them out of the Emerald Bamboo Courtyard, then returned to the study.

Standing before the desk, his gaze was cold and Sinking the Dragon Subduing Token he had retrieved.

He had expected Shí Xiu and the others to attack his father, but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon, so impatiently.

Perhaps it was because their assassination attempt on him had failed, so they were driven to desperation.

He curled his lips into a cold smile. Shí Xiu, I won’t let you get your wish.

Mo Feng Pavilion

Inside a private room, Song Fuge looked at Shí Yan before him, his brow furrowed with worry, and he asked with some urgency, “Is she awake?”

“She’s awake.” Shí Yan looked at Song Fuge before him, thinking that if he hadn’t chosen Jiang Jiuchu in the first place, she would probably be very happy with him! At least better than being with him.

After all… he had let her get hurt.

Hearing that Jiang Jiuchu was awake, the worry that had been weighing on Song Fuge’s heart for days was finally relieved.

He looked at Shí Yan and, noticing the way he was scrutinizing him, asked, “The Crown Prince sought me out today, I doubt it’s just to deliver good news, right?”

Shí Yan collected his thoughts and cupped his fist in salute. “Song Pavilion Master saved me that day. If I, Shí Yan, have the opportunity in the future, I will surely repay you double.”

Song Fuge naturally understood the meaning of Shí Yan’s words. He had also heard about the great upheaval in the palace. If Shí Yan couldn’t get through this difficulty, he naturally wouldn’t be able to repay him.

“Just that?” He didn’t think Shí Yan had come all this way just to say these things to him.

Shí Yan chuckled. “Of course not. I’m here to bring you good news.”

“Good news?” Song Fuge’s hand, which was just about to pick up a teacup, paused slightly. He looked at Shí Yan in confusion, not understanding what good news he could possibly have at this moment.

After all, he had helped him, and the Empress’s side hadn’t found out about him and come to make trouble for him. He would be thanking the heavens for that, let alone good news.

Shí Yan leaned against the back of the chair, stopped turning the thumb ring on his hand, and looked steadily at Song Fuge, asking, “Do you still love her?”

After he asked, he continued, not heeding Song Fuge’s surprised gaze:

“I imagine Pavilion Master Song does love her, otherwise, why would you risk offending them to go and rescue her?”

Song Fuge didn’t deny it, only looked seriously at Shí Yan. “What does Crown Prince want to say?”

Shí Yan’s lips quirked into a smile. He reached out, picked up the teacup before him, and drank it in one gulp, as if as long as his throat was moist enough, the following words would be easier to say.

“Once she’s recovered, I’ll divorce her. At that time, you can take her far away and fly high.”

“What did you say?” Song Fuge asked Shí Yan, his eyes filled with shock, hardly daring to believe the words coming out of his mouth.

Shí Yan’s lips curved into a faint smile. “What did I say? Didn’t you hear it? What’s wrong, Pavilion Master Song, aren’t you happy?”

“Please, Crown Prince, explain yourself clearly. What is the reason?” Song Fuge’s expression turned serious, and as he asked Shí Yan, countless reasons flashed through his mind.

Shí Yan lowered his eyes and fiddled with the thumb ring on his hand. After a moment of thought, he raised his eyes to look at Song Fuge, not intending to hide anything from him.

“Do you know who cured her poison? It was Shí Xiu.”

“The condition he demanded in exchange for saving her was that I divorce her. Tell me, why would he do that?”

Song Fuge looked horrified, his eyes filled with astonishment as he looked at Shí Yan. “Shí Xiu likes Chu’er?”

Hearing Song Fuge’s use of “Chu’er”, Shí Yan self-deprecatingly suppressed the surge of jealousy in his heart.

He was already letting Song Fuge take her far away, yet he was still jealous of a single term of endearment. It was truly laughable.

He looked at Song Fuge, his tone cold and disdainful. “Likes? He doesn’t deserve it. Rather than saying likes, it’s more like wants.”

“Alright, I’ve said my piece, so I won’t disturb you any further.” As Shí Yan said this, he was about to rise, but Song Fuge stopped him in time.

“Wait…”

“Does Chu’er know about this? Would she agree?” Song Fuge didn’t think Jiang Jiuchu would agree, because she wasn’t someone who gave up easily and wouldn’t leave Shí Yan because of this.

She had been willing to follow him without hesitation in the past, and now she would probably be even more so with Shí Yan.

Shí Yan paused, enduring the pain as he replied, “She’ll know when I give her the divorce papers.”

Although Song Fuge had already guessed this, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

He hoped that Jiang Jiuchu would know, would agree, and would be willing to continue their relationship.

But that hope in his heart still fell slightly because of Shí Yan’s words.

He looked at Shí Yan. “You can always go back on your promise to him, can’t you? Anyway, Chu’er has already recovered. Why bother being a gentleman?”

“Gentleman?” Shí Yan wryly smiled. “When have I, Shí Yan, ever cared about such things? Besides, that Shí Xiu doesn’t deserve me acting like a gentleman.”

“But I’m not entirely confident in this gamble of mine. Letting her go isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”

As he said this, he looked at Song Fuge. “Furthermore, she blocked an arrow for you. The person she truly loves in her heart must be you. After all, she’s very delicate and terrified of pain.”

As he said this, he directly stood up, revealing a relaxed demeanor as if he was no longer forcing the issue. “So, I’ll just take it as fulfilling you all.”