The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1962

Chapter 1962: Chapter 978: Confession (Xinyang vs. Xiao Ji Special)

The cave entrance was about the height of a person. As she undressed, Long Yi did two things: first, he filled a lot of snow below, and second, whenever she took off a piece, he threw it down.

...One hand at work, the other hand covering his eyes in that manner, Long Mengmeng was not the type to secretly peek, oh!

Princess Xinyang fell heavily onto the soft clothes and snow, greatly cushioning her fall to avoid serious injury. However, her skin was too tender, and her arms and legs were scratched all over by the uneven cave entrance.

Ignoring the ice-cold pain and discomfort of her body, she quickly got up to find the heavily injured man.

It was so unbearably cold. When she suddenly stepped down, a sharp, needle-like pain immediately surged through her entire foot.

She gasped sharply.

But she did not pause to tend to her pain. Instead, she scanned the surroundings under the faint light at the cave entrance: "Xiao Ji! Xiao Ji!"

This was a narrow underground cavern with paths at both ends, but the further inside, the darker it got. She couldn’t see any human silhouette.

"Long Yi, which side?" she asked Long Yi, looking up.

"Cold, first put on clothes," Long Yi reminded.

Princess Xinyang replied, "I’m afraid it’s too late."

"He’s not dead yet." Long Yi thought for a moment and added, "If he was, I’d let you know."

Princess Xinyang: "..."

She put on clothes, but her body didn’t warm up quickly; she was still shivering from the cold.

Only then did Long Yi say, "Your right side."

Princess Xinyang began to walk to the right.

The terrain here was very complex. Though close in appearance, it was very difficult to walk; she fell several times, her knees scraped raw, and her palms were also scratched.

She endured the pain and got back up.

She had only one obsession in her mind: finding Xiao Ji.

Finally, she fell again, this time tripping over a leg.

She didn’t even consider whether it was human or alive.

When a princess, accustomed to luxury, touches a cold corpse with her own hands, it’s a terrifying shock.

Her hand felt his arm—blood, warm blood.

Her heart tightened. She continued upward, feeling his blood-drenched face.

She spoke in a trembling voice: "Xiao Ji, is it you?"

He was sitting on the icy ground, leaning against the hard rock wall, his head drooping under its weight, breathing short and weak.

She touched his prominent nose and felt his well-shaped brow bone: "Xiao Ji, is it you?"

He didn’t respond.

She followed his arm all the way down to touch the hand holding his sword. The tiger’s mouth was calloused, and there were crisscrossed scars on the hand.

Is it him?

Is it really him?

At this crucial moment, she realized her understanding of him was surprisingly scant.

The only two nights of intimacy were when she was not fully conscious due to a drugged condition; she knew nothing about his injuries or scars.

He had never let her see them.

"Waist...waist injury!"

This she knew. Chang Jing often mentioned it, saying it was an old injury that couldn’t be completely healed.

Ahen also once asked Jiaojiao to look at it for him, and Jiaojiao had also said that only rest could help.

"Waist, where is the waist injury?"

Princess Xinyang didn’t understand and thought a waist injury meant someone had slashed his waist, leaving a long scar.

She reached out her hand, awkwardly unfastening his armor in the darkness. She worked at it for a long time, not knowing if she had done it successfully or just ripped it off with brute force.

His breath was overshadowed by the thick smell of blood, rendering her unable to detect anything.

She was left to use this clumsy method.

Her hand searched his waist where it felt sticky and bloody.

Was there an injury here too?

Her movements paused; she was about to check how severe the injury was when a broad hand clamped around her slender wrist.

Then, she heard a weak, hoarse voice: "Qin Fengwan, what are you doing?"

Princess Xinyang paused: "Xiao Ji? It’s really... you?"

Her eyes reddened and hot tears welled up on her eyelids.

Xiao Ji was seriously injured, speaking feebly, yet his annoying tone was still unwavering: "Qin Fengwan... don’t think... just because this lord is injured... you can take advantage... and do whatever you want..."

Suddenly, Princess Xinyang couldn’t cry anymore.

His body was burning fiercely with fever, his consciousness gradually fading, yet his grip on her wrist never loosened.

All his strength seemed to be focused there.

Princess Xinyang raised her other hand to touch his forehead: "So hot, how did you end up here? Weren’t you and Chang Jing supposed to have fallen into the snow pit ahead?"

The area below the snow pit was this cavern. He pushed Chang Jing up, falling himself, and collapsed rock slabs blocked the cave entrance.

He dragged his injured body in the other direction, not knowing how far he went, until his strength waned, unable to continue.

Princess Xinyang said to him: "Wait here for me, I’ll go call Long Yi."

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