My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 239 He Is Not Yan Lin

Chapter 239: Chapter 239 He Is Not Yan Lin

Late at night.

Chu Baihan heard some noises outside the room.

She thought it was Nan Xing bringing the medicinal soup.

Her hands needed to soak in it for half an hour before bed.

"Come in. Oh, could you untie the ribbon on my back for me? My hands can’t reach."

She spoke in a calm voice, her back to the door.

Soon, footsteps approached her.

But the figure hesitated to move, which puzzled her.

She frowned, turned around, and almost bumped into Yan Lin.

"Tang Ze, what are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.

Her heart fluttered with panic at that moment.

Fortunately, he was a gentleman; he hadn’t torn off the ribbon on her gown. Otherwise...

"Where’s Nan Xing?" she asked in a muffled voice.

"She went to deliver medicine to Ruolan," Tang Ze replied calmly.

That made sense...

Chu Baihan nodded.

Ruolan’s injuries had not yet healed, and Nan Xing should indeed take care of her.

"Just put down the medicinal soup," she said softly to Yan Lin.

"Tang Zishen said this soup will make one’s skin burn intensely. I need to be here to watch over you," Yan Lin said, then sat down in a chair nearby.

Chu Baihan: "..."

It seemed like he was determined to stay by her side.

Helpless in her heart, but lacking the power to drive him away, Chu Baihan silently sat down, then placed her hands into the medicinal soup.

She had concocted the prescription herself; she knew just how potent the medicine was.

But as her hands entered the soup, she couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

It truly...

hurt.

She bit down hard on her teeth to prevent herself from crying out.

Seeing her in such distress, Yan Lin’s eyes instantly darkened.

"Does it hurt that much? I’ll go settle the score with that quack Tang Zishen," he said, his tone icy, as if he was ready to deal with Tang Zishen.

"Wait a moment!"

Chu Baihan immediately stopped him.

She felt both resigned and amused.

She knew he was concerned for her, but was it really fair to blame Tang Zishen?

"I wrote the prescription, and Tang Zishen just followed my instructions to prepare the medicine, so... if there really is a quack, then I’m that quack."

But after saying those words, her expression changed.

The burning sensation in her fingertips intensified; it felt as if her hands were enveloped in flames.

Yet she couldn’t pull them out.

After all, doing so would mean all her efforts had been in vain.

"How is it now?"

Yan Lin was also very worried; he stood beside her, feeling helplessly at a loss.

Wanting to help her but not knowing how to proceed.

"You—just sit down. That’s how you can help me," Chu Baihan said through clenched teeth, struggling to speak.

Yan Lin clenched his fists and finally sat down quietly.

Chu Baihan didn’t have much strength to speak anymore; she needed all her focus to resist the pain.

Thus, she didn’t even notice at this moment...

The look in Yan Lin’s eyes—pained, pitiful, frustrated, remorseful...

If only he could bear all this pain for her, how wonderful that would be.

"Hanhan, just wait a bit longer; I’m already making arrangements in Yan Country. Give me another half a year, and I’ll take my revenge personally for you," he murmured in his heart.

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Yan Tian...

He deserved to die!

After enduring for an hour, when Chu Baihan finally pulled her hands out of the medicinal soup, she was drenched in sweat and exhausted.

She could barely stand on her own.

Fortunately, just as she was about to fall, Yan Lin swiftly caught her in his embrace.

"Tang Ze, you..."

She did not finish her sentence before her entire body passed out.

Yan Lin then picked her up and laid her on the bed.

His dark eyes gazed at her, and then he leaned down slightly, using his fingertips to smooth the messy hair on her forehead, before wiping the sweat from her face.

After doing all this, he did not hurry to leave but sat down on the bedstead.

After a long while, as if unable to resist the urge to sleep, he leaned against the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

However, not long after he closed his eyes, Chu Baihan opened hers.

Using the moonlight filtering through the window, she stared at Yan Lin’s silver mask for a long time.

Her heart thumped wildly.

This was an opportunity—if missed, she may never have another chance like this again.

Biting her teeth, she endured the pain and got up.

Right now, she only wanted to confirm if the person before her was truly Yan Lin.

Taking a deep breath, she barely calmed her emotions.

"Do not worry, he must be Yan Lin."

She constantly reassured herself in her mind.

Finally, she stiffly raised her hand, then with her fingers, she touched Yan Lin’s mask.

As long as she could remove this mask, she would have the answer she sought.

But at that moment, her fingers trembled madly.

It was not just because her fingers hurt, but also because her heart was very uneasy.

If she removed the mask and he was not Yan Lin, what then?

"It cannot be, he must be Yan Lin!"

After mumbling this to herself through clenched teeth, Chu Baihan gathered all her strength and removed the mask.

In that instant, her heart sank to the depths of despair, even staggering several steps back.

Before her was a face with one half as handsomely ethereal as a banished immortal, while the other was burned, flesh blurred, resembling Hell itself.

This face, no matter how one looked at it, had nothing to do with Yan Lin.

"It’s not him, not him..."

She shook her head, her expression frantic.

All the beliefs she had held these days seemed to collapse in that moment.

Suddenly, she felt that he was about to wake up.

Struggling with her panic and pain, she picked up the mask and put it back on him.

A moment before he opened his eyes, she quickly lay down on the bed.

She closed her eyes, and everything went quiet.

But only she knew how desolate she felt at that moment.

Tang Ze... was not Yan Lin after all.

She sensed that his gaze lingered on her.

A long time later, he covered her with the blanket and then turned to leave.

Only after she heard the sound of the door opening and closing did she finally open her eyes.

But tears began to swirl in her eyes, and then they fell.

Clenching her teeth, she managed not to cry out loud.

So this is what it feels like to have hope and then be met with disappointment.

Meanwhile, Yan Lin returned to his own room.

He covered his chest, coughing incessantly until he coughed up blood.

"Master, are you alright, is the poison acting up again?" Jian Ying rushed out of the darkness, asking frantically.

"It’s not the poison acting up," said Yan Lin in a calm voice.

If it wasn’t the poison, why would he cough up blood? Jian Ying grew even more worried.

Yan Lin fell silent again...

Perhaps it was a heart wound.

He slowly raised his hand, removed his own mask, and then took off the human skin mask on top of it.

He had felt a couple of days ago that she had begun to suspect something.

So he made preparations.

"I’m sorry, your majesty cannot let you know the truth yet," he murmured guiltily to himself.

"Master..."

"How are things on Yan Country’s side?" Yan Lin’s eyes gradually became clear as he asked coldly, his entire aura darkening once more.

"Reporting to the master, except for a few stubborn ministers, the rest are on our side," Jian Ying promptly reported.

"It seems the day to raise our troops... should be soon," Yan Lin murmured softly.