CH 114.1

Translator – Xiao He Lian

Chapter 114.1

Xiao Shuanzi was originally driven away by His Highness, so without His Highness’s permission, he would not have dared to approach easily. It was not until he had followed Ruo Fang and Ruo Tao to finish sweeping the snow that he heard Young Master Wen calling his name.

Xiao Shuanzi hurriedly responded, gave Ruo Fang the broom in his hand and trotted over in a hurry.

Before he could get close, he saw Young Master Wen and His Highness standing opposite each other on the snow and he didn’t dare to look at His Highness’ face, so he glanced at Young Master Wen quietly only to see him frowning slightly, looking unhappy.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Shuanzi was so frightened that the cold sweat  broke out from his forehead.

Young Master Wen is really…

Even if one has a temper, it should be stopped in moderation.

Has Young Master Wen forgotten who the person standing in front of him is? The person standing in front of him was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the heir apparent to the throne!!

Who in the palace was not trembling when facing His Highness, for fear of accidentally touching His Highness’s reverse scale but only Young Master Wen can run amok with a little favor from His Highness the Crown Prince.

After all, Xiao Shuanzi had served Wen Chi for a while, so he still had some affection for this easy-going master. He coughed meaningfully, bowed his head and leaned towards Wen Chi: “Young Master Wen.”

However, Wen Chi didn’t seem to understand Xiao Shuanzi’s hint and instead asked, “Is there any medicinal wine and gauze?”

Xiao Shuanzi signed silently, lowered his head and said: “Yes, yes, I will go and get it for you, but young master… why do you want medicinal wine and gauze?”

When this was mentioned, Wen Chi’s expression became awkward: “The Crown Prince’s hand is injured.”

“His Royal Highness is injured?” Xiao Shuanzi’s face turned pale and he turned around to check Shi Ye’s hand, “Your Highness, you…”

However, before he finished speaking, Shi Ye interrupted coldly: “Go.”

Xiao Shuanzi’s voice stopped abruptly, he didn’t dare to ask any more questions, and hurried away.

When Xiao Shuanzi found the medicinal wine and gauze, Wen Chi and Shi Ye were already in the house and  the stove at their feet was filled with black coals, which burned red and warmed the whole room.

Shi Ye sat on the recliner where Wen Chi often sat, the dark red light from the stove fell on his face. His face was flawless and without those terrible burn marks, it looked a bit unreal.

Shi Ye’s expression was very calm, like a lake without waves but when his eyes fell on Wen Chi who was half-crouched in front of his lap, his expression softened involuntarily.

Then, he raised his hand and put it on Wen Chi’s head, rubbing it lightly: “I’m fine.”

Wen Chi didn’t seem to hear Shi Ye’s voice, he grabbed Shi Ye’s other hand and turned it over, looking at it extra carefully.

“How could it be?” Wen Chi raised his head, his face was full of bewilderment,”It’s been so long, and this wound hasn’t healed at all.”

Shi Ye chuckled and said, “I’m not a god, how can I heal myself all the time?”

Wen Chi said: “But such a small wound…”

Shi Ye’s hand on Wen Chi’s head dropped down and came to Wen Chi’s face, pinching the tip of Wen Chi’s nose. He followed Wen Chi’s words: “Such a small wound will heal soon, so don’t worry about it.” .”

Despite what he said, Wen Chi’s uncomfortable and depressed mood did not ease much. He was not a fool, so how could he not feel that Shi Ye’s health was in a state of decline?

He wanted to ask why but suddenly remembered Shi Ye healing his legs and immediately afterwards, he seemed to understand something.

“Shi Ye.” Wen Chi said and couldn’t help stretching out his hands, hugging Shi Ye’s waist tightly.

Wen Chi buried his face in Shi Ye’s abdomen, smelling the faint breath on Shi Ye’s body. Suddenly, a deep sense of remorse came up like a tidal wave, drowning him, “I’m sorry.”

As he spoke, he choked up a little.

But Shi Ye, who has been through strong winds and waves, was actually at a loss for words at this moment. His body stiffened and he didn’t even know where to place his hands. His hands froze in mid-air for a while before he slowly dropped them and hugged Wen Chi back.

“It’s nothing.” Shi Ye sighed, “It’s just a small injury.”

Wen Chi shook his head: “I didn’t mean that.”

“Hmm?”

Wen Chi wiped all his tears on Shi Ye’s clothes, thinking that his crying problem had more or less improved. But when he raised his head, it was as if the tears had lost control, pouring out of his eyes in a steady stream, leaving trails that snaked down his cheeks.

Looking at Shi Ye’s thin face, he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if someone had gouged a big piece out of him.

“I’m not talking about that.” Wen Chi closed his eyes and felt hot tears rushing out again. He subconsciously clenched Shi Ye’s clothes,  “I wanted to do a lot of things, but in the end, I didn’t do a single thing right, I really want to help you, but now it seems that I have harmed you.”

He thought about it many times afterwards, if he hadn’t gone to the Hua family, Shi Ye wouldn’t have almost died in that snow and there was no way Zuo Zhi would have let him go.

But even if he had to do it all over again, he would probably still have made the same choice.

Wen Chi had never been so suffocated before, the feeling of being in the middle of it and not being able to do anything about it turned into a big, strong hand that squeezed his neck so tightly that he opened his mouth wide to gasp for air.