My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 217: Yan Lian Distraught

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Yan Lian Distraught

Reminded by Jian Yun, only then did Yan Lian remember...

After he arrived at the Princess Residence, Nan Xing had told him about the incident of the great fire where the Eighth Princess Consort’s hand was injured.

Her hand would often ache and tremble, and the pain would worsen if she became too exhausted.

Thus, he quietly calmed down and stopped interrupting.

It was also at this time that he finally realized that something was amiss.

Why was the palm of his hand feeling so soft?

When he stiffly raised his head, he discovered that Jian Yun was holding his hand.

Noticing his gaze, Jian Yun quickly looked down as well.

Only then did she realize that in her haste, she had inadvertently grasped his hand.

"I apologize, Ninth Prince," Jian Yun said with an awkward tone.

She quickly withdrew her hand.

Yan Lian’s expression was also somewhat unnatural as he whispered softly, "It’s, it’s fine."

"Hmm?"

Could it be that the Ninth Prince was embarrassed?

Jian Yun slightly furrowed her brows.

Wasn’t the Ninth Prince a notorious playboy, with numerous close female acquaintances all over the world?

Why would he be embarrassed just because she accidentally took hold of his hand?

The carriage quickly became quiet.

And so, with shaking all the way, they finally returned to the front of the Princess Residence.

Yan Lian got out of the carriage first.

After disembarking, he realized that the carriage Tang Yu had chosen was too high.

When he got down, he almost stumbled and fell.

Earlier, in his hurry to board the carriage, he had pulled Jian Yun along to leap inside.

Now, would it be safe for Jian Yun to get down from the carriage by herself?

Seeing Jian Yun lift the carriage curtain, he quickly reached out his hand to her.

"Jian Yun, give me your hand," he said seriously.

"What?"

Jian Yun hesitated for a moment.

"Give me your hand," Yan Lian insisted more firmly with patience.

Reluctantly, Jian Yun extended her hand.

Yan Lian took her hand and then lifted her down into his embrace.

In Yan Lian’s arms, Jian Yun’s expression stiffened for a moment, but soon her heart settled down.

"There, now you’re safe. I was worried you might fall getting out of the carriage," Yan Lian said with a smile as he put Jian Yun down.

"Right, also the Eighth... cough, the Princess Consort," Yan Lian patted his head, intending to help Chu Baihan out of the carriage as well.

But at that moment, Jian Yun reminded him, "Ninth Prince, I just noticed that the Princess Consort seems to have fallen asleep."

No matter how formidable Chu Baihan was, she too had a mortal frame.

Dealing with so many matters over the past two days had exhausted her.

"What should we do now?" Yan Lian frowned and murmured softly.

It was then that there was a stir inside the carriage.

Following that, Tang Ze came out of the carriage slowly, carrying Chu Baihan in his arms.

He... he was holding the Eighth Princess Consort?

Yan Lian watched this scene in astonishment, as did everyone else, who appeared somewhat stunned.

Even Nan Xing and others who followed were a bit dazed.

But upon regaining their senses, Nan Xing’s expression showed a hint of relief.

They all knew that the Pavilion Master had special feelings for the Princess Consort...

Although she knew that the Princess Consort cared more for Prince Yan Lin.

However, after experiencing so much, Prince Yan Lin was not necessarily the right match for the Princess.

Perhaps the Pavilion Master could bring more happiness to the Princess.

"Mother!"

At this moment, Yan Jingjing and Chu Junxi ran out from inside.

Seeing that Tang Ze was holding their mother, their steps began to hesitate.

"Pavilion Master Tang, what happened to my mother?"

It was still Chu Junxi who first took small, short strides towards Tang Ze and asked with an anxious expression.

"Don’t worry, your mother is fine; she’s just tired," Tang Ze said softly.

When he looked at Chu Junxi, there was an indelible tenderness in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Chu Junxi finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Tang Ze, holding Chu Baihan, strode toward the Princess Residence.

Once he reached her courtyard, he carried her into the house.

Although he walked fast, each step was steady; the sleeping Chu Baihan was not awakened.

Gently placing her on the bed and covering her with the quilt, he stared at her peaceful sleeping face for a long time before murmuring—

"I’m sorry, I failed to protect you again."

A long while passed before he turned to leave.

And just at the moment he turned, the sleeping Chu Baihan’s eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Outside, Tang Ze saw Yan Lian waiting for him.

"Ahem, Pavilion Master Tang, may we have a word?"

Facing Tang Ze’s gaze, Yan Lian felt an invisible oppression, but thinking of his eighth brother’s happiness, he mustered his courage and stiffly said these words to Tang Ze.

"What could I possibly have to discuss with you?" Tang Ze spoke coldly.

Then, he intended to walk past Yan Lian.

But at this moment, Yan Lian hurriedly spoke out, "Wait, I want to discuss matters concerning the Grand Princess."

He crossed his arms and said with feigned composure, "I’ll be upfront with you: my eighth brother is interested in the Grand Princess, and their relationship is very good, one you shouldn’t meddle with. I advise you to pull back early and stop playing games."

"Your eighth brother? Heh, then tell me, where was your eighth brother when she was hurt?"

Tang Ze looked up with a sarcastic gaze at Yan Lian.

Yan Lian: "..."

"Eighth... eighth brother, he..."

Before the stammering Yan Lian could come up with an excuse, Tang Ze continued harshly, "Six years ago, when she nearly perished in a fire, nearly took three lives with her, including her unborn child, where was Yan Lin? A few days ago, when she almost died again in Jiangnan, where was Yan Lin?"

"Eighth brother, he... he has his own difficulties," Yan Lian retorted stubbornly.

"Difficulties? A man who can’t even protect his own Princess Consort and children, I have no respect for him!"

Tang Ze sneered and then left with a flick of his sleeve.

"You, don’t go!"

Seeing that Tang Ze was about to leave without waiting for him to finish his defense, Yan Lian became anxious and quickly ran in front of him again.

At that Moment, a longsword was suddenly pressed against his neck.

"Prince Lian, swords are blind; you better be careful," Tang Yu said unapologetically.

Yan Lian could only watch helplessly as Tang Ze left, unable to move.

It infuriated him!

Assured that his master had left, Tang Yu withdrew his sword and arrogantly said to Yan Lian, "Prince Lian, our Pavilion Master is far better than your eighth brother. Don’t try those games again; you... won’t be able to influence our Pavilion Master’s position in the Grand Princess’s heart, after all, they have been comrade-in-arms since ten years ago."

Ten years ago?

Yan Lian frowned deeply.

Did that mean Tang Ze knew the eighth brother’s wife longer than the eighth brother himself did?

In that case, it seemed like the eighth brother was the one who took her away.

Yan Lian, head bowed and spirit crushed, left.

Even when his subordinate Luo Rui came to report that they had found Jian Ying today,

he had no heart to care for such matters and dismissively waved his hand, "Luo Rui, you may leave, let me calm down first."

"Alright, alright, my prince," Luo Rui could only withdraw in silence.

Since their arrival in the Nanduan Kingdom, he and his master had been acting separately.

He had been tasked by his master to find news of Jian Ying and the eighth prince, but now that he had found it, why did it seem like his master was uninterested?

How strange.