NFBE Chapter 351
Chapter 351
The explosion shook the ground violently, and amidst the flames soaring into the sky, Nalan Jingwen suddenly turned around and vaguely caught a glimpse of a pale golden hem of clothing.
She assumed she had misread it and calmly looked away. They walked this road with unusual ease, without seeing a single person. Nalan Jingwen's gaze fell on Pei Yunche's tense face, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
As Pei Yunche ran, he didn't forget to comfort Nalan Jingwen, "Don't be afraid, Chenghe is waiting for us in the north of the city. I will definitely be able to get you away."
"Let's leave Fengtian, the farther the better. Let's hide away, find a place where no one can find us, and live out our lives there."
Perhaps thinking of something, he gasped for breath, his voice becoming choked up again.
“I will definitely find someone to heal your injuries, you can trust me, Nalan Jingwen.”
Nalan Jingwen rested her head on his shoulder, a tear falling onto her cheek, hot and wet.
"Even if it can't be cured, even if you're like this for the rest of your life, I will still..."
"I will stay with you for the rest of my life."
She stared at his reddened eyes, a lump forming in her throat, and whispered, "Don't cry."
"I can't wipe away your tears."
Pei Yunche's steps suddenly slowed down, his lips were tightly pursed, his breath trembled slightly, and he almost swallowed the sour taste in his throat, finally managing to force a very ugly smile.
"Don't cry, I won't cry. It's just that I'm a little excited because it's my first time rushing into the prison to save someone."
Nalan Jingwen remained silent, while Pei Yunche quickened his pace. The air tonight carried the scent of pear blossoms. In the silence, she caught sight of Cheng He's familiar face.
The moment Cheng He saw Nalan Jingwen, she quickly stepped forward, wanting to take him from Pei Yunche's hands, but Pei Yunche did not let go, saying, "I can."
Cheng He nodded repeatedly and said "okay," but did not dare to look up at Nalan Jingwen's current appearance. "Young Master Pei, this old servant has prepared everything, it's all in the carriage. Please take the prince away."
"This old servant begs you to take good care of the prince."
"I know, you don't need to tell me."
Pei Yunche was about to lead Nalan Jingwen into the carriage when Nalan Jingwen, seeing the resolute expression on Cheng He's face, suddenly asked, "Aren't you coming with us?"
As soon as she spoke, Cheng He's body stiffened, and she finally looked up at Nalan Jingwen. Even though she knew that Nalan Jingwen was seriously injured, she was still shocked by his appearance at this moment, and her eyes reddened almost instantly.
His legs buckled, and he knelt down heavily.
"Your Highness, you have suffered."
"How could they, how could they do this to you..."
How could she accept that the little girl she watched grow up had been tortured into this state? How could she not feel heartbroken?
"It's all my fault for being useless and not coming to your rescue in time, causing you so much suffering!"
Pei Yunche looked at Cheng He's remorseful and guilty expression and surprisingly didn't say anything. He tilted his head back and held back the tears in his eyes. Nalan Jingwen didn't want him to cry, so he didn't cry.
"Get up and come with us."
If Chenghe stays, Nalan Fengxing will definitely not let her go. Chenghe has been with her for so many years, she is no longer an ordinary servant, but a relative without blood ties.
Chenghe is also very important to her.
But Chenghe shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. "Your Highness, the servants of the Prince's Mansion have not left yet. If this old servant does not see them leave, I am afraid I will never be able to rest easy for the rest of my life. You and Young Master Pei should leave the city first. After you leave the city, someone from the Pavilion will come to pick you up. I will come to find you after I have taken care of everything."
Perhaps fearing that Nalan Jingwen would refuse, she said, "Don't worry, this old servant will definitely come back to see you alive. This old servant has not yet seen your child born with his own eyes, and this old servant cannot bear to die."
Chenghe used to hope that Rong Hengyu would marry many husbands and not live alone. He hoped that she would have many children and grandchildren and live a long life. Later, when she had one man after another by her side, Chenghe must have been the happiest person.
She said, "The Prince's mansion is going to be lively now. It will be even more lively if the little prince is born."
Every time he heard such words, Nalan Jingwen would glance at her and say indifferently, "If you like children, why don't you have more yourself?"
Cheng He wasn't angry; he just smiled, his face crinkling with wrinkles, making the wrinkles around his eyes even more pronounced.
"This old servant is a woman, how could she possibly give birth to such a child?"
"Besides, this old servant is too old to have children even if I wanted to. I can only hope that the little prince will be born. The prince's child will surely be as lovable as the prince."
Nalan Jingwen didn't understand why they wanted to have children once they got older, but having children was definitely not in her plans, so she chose to remain silent.
But now, hearing Cheng He say those words again, she couldn't help but tremble.
She gazed at Cheng He, her eyes sparkling.
"If you die, my children will never worship you."
Cheng He looked up, met her eyes, and smiled softly.
"This old servant will definitely return alive to see you."
Nalan Jingwen turned his head away and said, "Let's go."
As the carriage gradually drove away, Cheng He stood up and watched it disappear into the night, feeling somewhat dazed, his lips moving slightly.
"You have to live well..."
The sound was very soft, scattered in the wind, and disappeared.
……
The carriage was fully prepared, with various ointments, food, money, clothes, and almost everything that could be used.
Pei Yunche carefully placed her on the couch. Looking at her clothes, which were stuck to her wounds, he didn't know where to start and felt a lump in his throat.
Nalan Jingwen showed no emotion. She calmly looked at Pei Yunche and said, "Go ahead and do it. It's alright."
Pei Yunche's hands trembled as he tore off a piece of cloth that had become somewhat stiff from being soaked in blood. As soon as he tore off a small corner, fresh blood gushed out, soaking the already dried cloth once again. Looking at the hideous and terrifying wound, he couldn't help but choke up, biting his lip to suppress his sobs, but the tears just wouldn't stop.
"sorry Sorry……"
Nalan Jingwen's pale lips curved into a faint smile as she comforted him, "It doesn't hurt, don't cry."
How could it not hurt? Does being numb from the pain mean you can ignore all suffering?
"You're so badly injured and you're still being stubborn! Liar!"
Pei Yunche cried and scolded her. His mother had fought on the battlefield for many years and had never been so badly injured. But every time she saw him, she was afraid that her mother would leave him because of this.
The moment he saw Nalan Jingwen in the prison, he was afraid that the person in front of him would not survive and would leave silently.
"Nalan Jingwen, you bastard!"
Despite his outbursts, Nalan Jingwen carefully tended to her wounds. He didn't even flinch the entire time, and even though he was covered in sweat, he didn't utter a single sound. Compared to having his tendons pulled and bones broken, this was nothing.
Pei Yunche, on the other hand, kept crying, his tears seemingly never-ending.