The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!-Chapter 282: In a Dream

Doctor Yan put the tray on the table and softly said, "Young Master Huang, you should eat a little. A person is like iron, rice is like steel. If you don’t eat, how can you take good care of Doctor Xia?"

Huangfu Jingchen listened to these words, stood up, walked over, and started eating immediately.

Fortunately, it was thin porridge, so it wasn’t hard to drink. He finished it in a few gulps, put down the bowl, and returned to the bedside.

Doctor Yan watched him as if he floated over and back, his steps unsteady, his eyes glazed, and filled with red streaks.

As a doctor, even though he had seen more life and death than most, the sorrow of losing loved ones, at this moment, he couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh in his heart.

What good people they are.

Doctor Xia, Young Master Huang, they were merely passersby to Wangshan Town.

But they discovered the epidemic, knowing how dangerous it was, knowing how perilous it was to stay, yet they resolutely stayed behind, for the people of Wangshan Town, spending money and effort, with Doctor Xia even contracting the disease, with not much time left.

This is a true doctor, this is true compassion!

Doctor Yan put away the dishes, sighed helplessly, and left.

He felt powerless, his medical skills lacking, unable to do anything in the face of such an epidemic, if even Doctor Xia had no method, what could he do?

The old gentleman Young Master Huang found, who knew if his medical skills were any good, probably not great either, if his skills surpassed Doctor Xia’s, how could Doctor Xia be bedridden now, hanging by a thread?

One can only hope Doctor Xia will be blessed by heaven!

Doctor Yan left, and Huangfu Jingchen didn’t notice at all, his whole being, his entire heart, all his thoughts and attention, were focused on Xia Wenjin.

Though Xia Wenjin hadn’t opened her eyes, her breathing grew weaker, but she was still there.

She was here, so he was too!

He would always stay with her, always.

However, the words of the Undying Poison Doctor couldn’t stop echoing in his mind.

If by tomorrow morning, Wenjin doesn’t wake up...

No, it won’t happen, it definitely won’t!

Wenjin, if you leave, what am I supposed to do?

It was as if she had been in a long dream. In the dream were scenes familiar yet strange, struggles, pain, confusion, helplessness; strategies, cunning, scheming, intrigue, and deception; the clash of swords and armor, war drums, blood and gore, enemies at the gates, a life too painful to bear; hope, dreams, and expectations... In the end, they all transformed into a cup of poisoned wine, a flash of fire!

There was a time she stained her hands with blood, without thoughts of good or evil in her heart, only that person.

Whatever that person desired, she desired; whatever that person wanted her to do, that’s what she did.

If that person wanted her to become a sword, she was his killing sword.

Whether the killed were good or evil, loyal or treacherous, she didn’t care!

If that person wanted her to be a knife, she was his blade cutting through obstacles, clearing all in his path to ultimate power!

She accomplished it.

But what was the point of achieving it?

She thought by giving all her heart, she would receive the same in return.

Truly laughable, that person drained everything from her, then discarded her, safely enjoying his glory and riches, ruling the world.

In the dream, after that great fire, she saw that person married the Daughter of the Grand Tutor as empress, using even more brutal methods to control all of Nanxia. He comfortably sat on the emperor’s throne, but what about her?

She was just a handful of ashes beneath that fire!

Xia Wenjin suddenly opened her eyes.

She breathed heavily, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

Those memories she had buried and didn’t want to recall seemed to resurface once more.

The moment she opened her eyes, she found herself staring straight into a pair of wide, bloodshot eyes, on a face unkempt and haggard, in a room lit by a single flickering lamp, the breeze gently blowing in through the window, the light swaying, startling her.

Huangfu Jingchen was also startled, instinctively turning his head to look. Outside the window, the night was dark; it was the middle of the night.

So, was he dreaming?

He tentatively, softly called out, "Wenjin!"

Xia Wenjin blinked, her voice so hoarse that it was hard to tell whose it was. She had just woken up, her mind a bit foggy.

Seeing her not respond, Huangfu Jingchen felt more convinced he was dreaming. Even if it was a dream, seeing Wenjin awake in the dream was good.

He joyfully said, "Wenjin!"

This time, Xia Wenjin finally recognized whose voice it was. She tentatively asked, "Huang Zheng?"

Huangfu Jingchen nodded, choked with emotion, "It’s me, Wenjin, it’s me, it’s so good to see you in a dream."

Xia Wenjin blinked again. The Huangfu Jingchen in front of her didn’t look like the person she knew. The Huang Zheng she knew was youthful like jade, graceful and refined, with a warm demeanor, nothing like this current state.

Xia Wenjin asked, "How long did I sleep?"

She hadn’t been sleeping, she had been unconscious.

Huangfu Jingchen calculated and said, "About three hours!"

Perhaps she had been lying down too long, Xia Wenjin felt her bones aching, but when she sat up, she found her body had some strength and she could sit up without help.

Xia Wenjin said, "That long, no wonder I’m so hungry." She hadn’t eaten anything for a long time. Two days ago, she couldn’t eat anything, not even being able to swallow much porridge.

Now she was truly hungry, her stomach growling in protest.

"Hungry? I’ll find you something to eat!" Huangfu Jingchen, who had been staring at her in a daze, leaped up when he heard she was hungry. He got up so quickly that he felt dizzy, stumbled a few steps, knocked over a chair, and hit the table’s corner.

The sharp pain was so clear that he held his forehead, feeling something was wrong, and pinched himself hard, only to feel another sharp pain.

He quickly turned back, looking at Xia Wenjin in surprise, "Wenjin, am I... not dreaming? You’re really awake?"

Xia Wenjin, seeing his bewildered look, paused for a moment and then said with a smile, "You thought you were dreaming?" It seemed so. He had just mentioned something about meeting in a dream, but she hadn’t paid attention.

Huangfu Jingchen, still in disbelief, looked outside once more. The night was indeed dark; it was certainly midnight, he muttered, "But now it’s midnight!"

The Undying Poison Doctor had said she wouldn’t wake up until the next morning at the earliest.

"Why? Can’t I wake up at midnight?" Xia Wenjin chuckled.

In Huangfu Jingchen’s eyes, light slowly began to return, a trace of joy spreading from there. He pulled Xia Wenjin into his arms, choked with emotion, "I thought you wouldn’t wake up. The Undying Poison Doctor said your condition wasn’t good, but you’re awake, that’s wonderful!"

The worry, bitterness, and pain in his heart all transformed into tears of joy that streamed down freely.