The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day-Chapter 1127 - 703: A Day Apart Feels Like Three Years (First Update)

Chapter 1127: Chapter 703: A Day Apart Feels Like Three Years (First Update)

"I won’t die," Xiao Jinxing promised.

His gaze was resolute.

With responsibility comes a deeper understanding of the preciousness of life.

An Ning nodded heavily.

So it felt.

A mutual promise was made.

"Let me help you dress," Xiao Jinxing bent down, approaching An Ning.

An Ning did not refuse.

She calmly enjoyed Xiao Jinxing’s service.

Xiao Jinxing’s long fingers carefully dressed her...

"Xiao Jinxing..." An Ning suddenly called him softly.

Her voice was gentle, filled with extreme ambiguity.

Xiao Jinxing’s fingers noticeably stiffened.

"Before I leave, won’t you enjoy some benefits?" An Ning’s eyes were as tender as water.

Xiao Jinxing pursed his lips.

His Adam’s apple moved, his breath heavy.

"Don’t you want it?" An Ning asked, "It won’t take too much time..."

"It would take a lot of time," Xiao Jinxing replied, his voice low and hoarse, clearly struggling to restrain himself.

An Ning paused.

"Be good, don’t tempt me."

"..." An Ning felt that at this moment, Xiao Jinxing was holding back with great difficulty.

With much effort.

Xiao Jinxing finally finished dressing An Ning.

The cold in Mobei required her to wear a padded jacket underneath.

As she walked out of Xiao Jinxing’s tent, he gave her a fur cloak, wrapping her tightly before allowing her to head toward the door.

At the entrance, Xiao Jinxing’s trusted aide was already arranged to guard her.

An Ning saw that Xiao Jinxing was not dressed too warmly, knowing he wouldn’t personally see her off.

"Retire early," An Ning said.

Xiao Jinxing nodded.

His gaze remained fixed on her face.

The reluctance in his eyes was not concealed at all.

An Ning, too, felt reluctant.

After being apart for so long, having to part right after meeting was hard for anyone.

She extended her small hand from inside the cloak, taking Xiao Jinxing’s hand proactively.

Xiao Jinxing’s hand moved slightly.

He tightly wrapped her hand in his palm again.

"I’m leaving," An Ning looked at him.

"Mm," Xiao Jinxing nodded.

He nodded, yet never released her hand.

Simply unwilling to let go.

An Ning suddenly felt that life was indeed short.

Being with the one you love, you wish it could last forever, never ending.

"Really leaving now," An Ning pulled away from Xiao Jinxing’s palm.

Though she was the one who had proactively reached out for Xiao Jinxing.

The one who was more reluctant to part was Xiao Jinxing instead.

Xiao Jinxing pursed his lips.

An Ning took a deep look at Xiao Jinxing once again.

Just separated for ten days to half a month, at most a few months of fighting, but within half a year they could be together forever.

Yet at this moment, it felt like a life-or-death parting.

An Ning felt a bit melodramatic.

Determinedly, she turned in Xiao Jinxing’s gaze, departing.

Xiao Jinxing watched An Ning.

Watched her petite figure disappear into the cold night.

Until it vanished completely from view.

Xiao Jinxing’s eyes shifted, "To Feng Xiyun’s tent."

"Yes," the trusted aide responded respectfully.

Then draped a cloak over the emperor.

Though the night in the military camp remained constantly patrolled, it was slightly quieter than during the day.

Xiao Jinxing’s footsteps approached the entrance of Feng Xiyun’s tent and entered directly.

Inside the tent, the candlelight was weak.

With one look from Xiao Jinxing,

the trusted aide inside adjusted the candlelight brighter.

On the bed, Feng Xiyun turned her head upon hearing footsteps, seeing the emperor appear before her suddenly.

Beaten in the morning.

Only now in the deep of night does the emperor come to see her.

She had thought, because of An Ning, that the emperor wouldn’t pay her any attention.

Yet now suddenly there was hope again.

Her eyes couldn’t help but redden at that moment.

Not only was her face swollen and fierce.

The position on her buttocks and thighs was also bruised and torn from the twenty army sticks.

She was in so much pain now that she dared not move.

Seeing Xiao Jinxing in that instant, she struggled to get up, "Milord greets the emperor..."

"No need for formalities," Xiao Jinxing said directly.

"Thank you, Emperor," Feng Xiyun choked out.

With tears in her eyes looking at the emperor, she dared not speak more than a word.

Though beaten today, despite the serious injuries, she couldn’t cry injustice.

The Empress was refused entry to the military camp, nearly losing her life; all those associated with the matter rightly suffered punishment. Moreover, she wasn’t certain whether the emperor knew she was the mastermind.

Not daring to utter a complaint.

Could only show her vulnerability.

"Feng Xiyun, you should know very well, my treatment of you is different from others," Xiao Jinxing stated, his voice neither cold nor warm.