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Chapter 113

"I know you won\'t believe me. You dislike me. Even my breathing is wrong to you. You like her. Even if her feet stink, you would think it a sweet smell..."

Yuwen Hao ripped open her clothes with one hand and peeled them off with both hands. "Shut up!"

Yuan Qingling\'s eyes reddened. She said fiercely, "You want to hit me again? You want to hit me again? I will die with you!"

After saying this, she pounced over to wrap her arms around his neck and bit down hard.

"You crazy woman!" Yuwen Hao was furious. He reached out and touched it. Blood was already oozing from his neck. He took off his outer robe and threw it to her. "When has this king ever wanted to hit you? You are drenched to the bone. Take off your clothes and wear this king\'s outer robe."

"You can\'t be so kind!" Yuan Qingling looked at the outer robe he had taken off and said decisively.

"That\'s right, this king still wants to kill you." Yuwen Hao was extremely angry, his handsome face distorted and twisted with rage.

Yuan Qingling wiped her face and said awkwardly, "Then...then what you said is correct. Why did you tear my clothes? Cat got your tongue?"

Yuwen Hao simply ignored her and turned his head away.

Yuan Qingling\'s nose tickled and she sneezed several times in a row. It was indeed cold.

She slowly took off her clothes. "Don\'t look at me."

"As if I\'d look at you," Yuwen Hao said coldly.

Yuan Qingling quickly put on the outer robe, wrapped her body, then took the clothes she had taken off, took out a pill box from it and swallowed a Wei pill, twisted her dripping wet hair, and said, "I misunderstood you, okay? I thought you didn\'t believe me."

Yuwen Hao leaned against the backrest without making a sound.

Yuan Qingling looked at him. "Do you believe that I didn\'t push her?"

Yuwen Hao remained silent.

Yuan Qingling stuck out her tongue. Silence is golden.

This was truly unexpected!

After wiping her hair for a while, Yuan Qingling put the clothes aside and asked, "How is Prince Huai\'s condition?"

"Not good," he said.

"How not good?"

"Very not good," he said gloomily.

He glanced at her. "That box of yours, does it have medicine to treat his illness?"

Yuan Qingling said embarrassedly, "His illness is not so easy to cure."

"Yes, it\'s not so easy to cure," he said. As he spoke, he closed his eyes and heaved a heavy sigh. It was just an idle question. He knew tuberculosis could not be cured.

Yuan Qingling hesitated, then reached out and patted his shoulder. "Don\'t be upset. Life and death are predestined."

His eyes were fixed straight ahead. "It was this king who killed him."

Yuan Qingling was surprised. "What do you mean by that? What does his illness have to do with you?"

Yuwen Hao said in a low voice, "Three years ago, when this king returned from the battlefield, I drank with three veteran generals and him. But unexpectedly, one of them had tuberculosis without knowing it, not even the patient himself knew. After that drinking session, Old Six soon fell ill."

Tuberculosis is a highly infectious disease that can be transmitted through droplets. Talking and laughing together while eating and drinking, with saliva flying everywhere, it\'s no wonder he caught it.

"Of the four people, only he fell ill. This king and the other two veteran generals were fine."

Yuan Qingling murmured in agreement, "Probability. Drinking together doesn\'t mean everyone will be infected."

"What?"

"I said Prince Huai is really unlucky." Yuan Qingling displayed an appropriate amount of sadness, which was ruined by a sneeze that broke the mournful atmosphere.

Yuwen Hao patted his shoulder. "Lean on me and close your eyes to rest for a while."

Suddenly he was so warm that Yuan Qingling felt a little uncomfortable.

But in the bumpy, jolting carriage, having someone to lean on wasn\'t bad.

She smiled and said gratefully, "Thank you."

She slowly lowered her head, about to rest it on his shoulder, when he suddenly shifted away. Yuan Qingling missed and her body tilted. Her head banged against the hard edge of the seat cushion.

Yuwen Hao said coldly, "That\'s for biting me."

Yuan Qingling was extremely angry. She sat up straight and rubbed her head. "You are too petty."

How could there be such a nasty person?

"An eye for an eye."

"A tooth for a tooth." She had already nearly drowned when Chu Mingcui held her head underwater. And now he deliberately tricked her into bumping her head. How tasteless.

Seeing that she kept holding her head, Yuwen Hao remembered she was injured there, so he pulled her over onto his lap. "Let me see your wound."

Yuan Qingling struggled a bit. Yuwen Hao rapped her on the spine. "Don\'t move."

With her face buried in his lap, this position...

His long, cold fingers parted her hair to look at the wound. There were clear signs of previous compression. The wound itself wasn\'t serious, but it looked like someone had dug their fingernails in when pressing her head down, breaking the skin in a few places with traces of blood.

Yuan Qingling shifted her head outward a little to breathe. But he pressed it back down again. "Don\'t move. Let me wipe the mud around your wound."

The lake water was indeed filthy. There was mud stuck to her hair and around the wound, giving off a stench of silt.

Yuan Qingling didn\'t know whether to laugh or cry. Was the part her right cheek was pressing against slowly swelling up?

He used the wet clothes to gently wipe around her wound, moving very carefully, making sure her hair was fully parted so he wouldn\'t pull at the roots while wiping.

Yuan Qingling slowly stopped struggling and obediently lay there on his lap. One hand dangled down while the other didn\'t know where to put itself, so she slowly, fumblingly, clutched at his clothes to crawl up his waist, then stayed still.

Lying with her face in that spot was quite uncomfortable. She shifted slightly to let air flow smoothly into her mouth.

That tiny movement caused Yuwen Hao, who was concentrating on wiping around the wound, to freeze briefly, his eyes darkening a shade.

Yuan Qingling felt that place grow increasingly warm and swollen. She hurriedly struggled to get up. "That\'s good, thanks."

Yuwen Hao released her. He cleared his throat. "Mmm."

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Yuan Qingling\'s fingers twisted the clothes as she shrank away to one side. Her right cheek seemed to still feel residual warmth—she didn\'t know if it was her own face heating up or because of something else.

Yuwen Hao glanced at her. Her hair was messy, her face flushed crimson, displaying utmost beauty. Her shifting eyes were misty, eyelashes fluttering, as if dewdrops clung to dragonfly wings.

Her beautifully curved lips parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of white teeth. Although frightened pale, they still held an enchanting allure.

His mind went completely blank. His lips were dry and tongue parched. He only felt surging heat rising up to set his heart aflame.