The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!

Chapter 529: Overthinking a Little

Especially, Xia Wenjin couldn’t really blame anyone; after all, the loss of control was due to various reasons.

This loss, she could only swallow herself. Was she the most unfortunate doctor, treating others’ wounds, but now even almost costing herself?

She quickly got off the bed and put a wide distance between herself and Huangfu Jingchen.

If it weren’t for discovering the dangerous state of Huangfu Jingchen’s meridians while taking his pulse, and knowing that treating him outside was bound to be windy, risking some small unexpected incidents, why would she treat him in the room?

It was her decision to come to this residence.

She was the one who actively offered to treat him.

Entering this room was also her consent.

Now, this unwanted affection was not because of the boy before her, but rather some unexpected circumstances.

What could she do?

However, her gaze at Huangfu Jingchen grew somewhat distant.

Just now, Huang Zheng was thinking something he shouldn’t be thinking.

No need to ask, it was definitely some sordid thoughts.

She didn’t want to admit it, but she had to; in her heart, she felt disappointed. Originally, he was a clean and pure, upright and innocent boy, but now his mind seemed to wander into sordid places too.

What was he thinking about?

Who was he thinking about?

What kind of improper thoughts would cause him to exceed expectations and lose control?

Although the girl’s eyes held only a slight indifference, Huangfu Jingchen still felt it. He felt both ashamed and anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward to explain, but as soon as he did, Xia Wenjin quickly retreated a few steps.

He understood that Xia Wenjin was distancing herself from him; there was a hint of coolness in her gaze.

Huangfu Jingchen wasn’t a fool; he quickly grasped the crucial part of the situation. Letting go of his embarrassment, he hurriedly said: "Wenjin, let me explain. I... I was thinking about the days we traveled in Jianghu together. Back then, you disguised yourself as a man and said you owed the silver, and... and you could repay it with yourself... by warming my bed. I got a bit too excited emotionally and overthought things..."

Xia Wenjin: "..."

It seemed like she really was at fault here; she couldn’t shirk this responsibility.

Back then, the slightest tease would make the boy’s face red; he’d glare at her with eyes full of disdain and distant respect. She found it very amusing. Alas, traveling Jianghu, debts must always be repaid.

She had paid off the silver note, thinking the matter settled, but unexpectedly, there was this incident waiting for her.

At this moment, seeing the boy’s awkward face, Xia Wenjin felt a bit more stifled in her heart. Yet, her heart was also relieved.

The boy remained the same boy; the diverse stimulation during the treatment easily magnified the thoughts in his heart. His overthinking wasn’t entirely his fault; it was also a consequence of those stimuli.

What more could she say?

Also, at this moment she reflected, if it were someone else, equally injured, with the same injuries needing the same treatment method, would she have treated them?

No, she wouldn’t! She would only use a more cautious approach, waiting for a few more days, gathering all the medicines, considering all possibilities, avoiding some unknowns, and only making a move once everything was controllable.

But she had no hesitation in treating Huang Zheng; that was because she inherently trusted Huang Zheng, right?

Whenever they faced danger in Jianghu, Huang Zheng would always shield her. Her master, the Undying Poison Doctor, was such a character; for him to get the doctor to save her life must have been a difficult process unspoken.

Because of trust, she was defenseless against him.

Because of trust, she was caught off guard by his sudden enthusiasm.

So she also bore responsibility for this matter. She could only let out a soft sigh and, no longer dwelling on it, changed the subject: "Try it, is there still a feeling of stagnation in your inner strength?"

Huangfu Jingchen operated his inner strength for a cycle as suggested. After taking the Heart Cleansing Pill and being cared for by Xia Wenjin for several days, he had only recovered about forty to fifty percent. Now it felt like he had recovered up to ninety percent.

Was this injury truly healed?

Huangfu Jingchen was overjoyed and happily said: "It’s gone, very smooth, I’m already healed."

Xia Wenjin nodded and said: "It’s good that you’re okay, I’ll be going now!"

"Wenjin..."

Seeing the girl really turning to leave, Huangfu Jingchen hurriedly called out.

Xia Wenjin turned back, only to see the boy looking at her, eyes filled with anticipation: "You... will you come to see me again?" For some reason, within that anticipation lay a hint of pity.

"If fate permits, we will meet again!"

Upon hearing Xia Wenjin’s response, the light in Huangfu Jingchen’s eyes dimmed. So this meant she wouldn’t come to see him again?

She was still angry indeed.

It was understandable; no matter who, if they kindly treated someone only to be treated like that in return, they’d be angry!

But it was something he had done; now that Wenjin was still angry, he couldn’t defend himself nor was there much to explain. He wanted to say he was willing to take responsibility, but he’d already confessed several times before, and Wenjin had always subtly diverted the topic, clearly showing no interest in him.

If he were to suggest taking responsibility now, not only would his actions not be understood, but it would seem like he was imposing himself. Wenjin might get even angrier.

So he didn’t even dare to mention it!

Seeing his appearance, Xia Wenjin’s heart softened slightly again. This matter wasn’t entirely his fault, but his self-blame and guilt were evidently difficult to erase quickly, and she felt awkward explaining, so she further comforted him: "All feasts must eventually end, people in Jianghu meet and part, just see it through!"

Huangfu Jingchen silently nodded.

But he couldn’t come to terms with it.

In eighteen years, only this one girl had moved in, filled it all up, leaving no room for anyone else. When he had considered her a man, he still couldn’t accept it; what more now?

As Xia Wenjin exited the door, Huangfu Jingchen followed closely behind, watching the girl’s figure float gracefully and swiftly as she effortlessly leapt over the courtyard wall, disappearing beyond it.

He gazed around confusedly; the tea was still there, the table and chairs greeted the wind, with four plates of pastries atop the table, yet the person he had hoped to invite to taste them had already left.

Without any stagnant inner strength within his body, his meridians were unimpeded, his strength had recovered to ninety percent, yet he couldn’t feel any happiness.

He would rather still be as he was before, drinking three to five bowls of unbearably bitter medicine each day, just to have Xia Wenjin come and see him.

His emotions fluctuated restlessly, standing in the courtyard without knowing how long had passed.

Yan Nan gently pushed open the door; he wanted to check if the princely heir had any instructions, after all, an hour had passed.

Raising his eyes, he saw Huangfu Jingchen standing in the courtyard, with a desolate figure. Whether he was daydreaming or contemplating, his expression held both dazedness and helplessness.

Yan Nan had never seen their princely heir in such a state, prompting him to ask, "My lord, what’s the matter? Where’s Miss Xia?"

Huangfu Jingchen glanced at him, but his gaze made it clear it didn’t settle on him, instead passing through to the distant, boundless horizon. His voice was empty, so empty it seemed it might fly away in the wind: "What’s the matter with me?"