My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 278: The Strange Yan Lian

Chapter 278: Chapter 278: The Strange Yan Lian

"Okay, don’t worry."

Baihan Chu gave Yan Lian a reassuring look.

She called out to the outside, "Tang Zishen, aren’t you coming in?"

"Master, I’m here."

Carrying a medicine box, Tang Zishen patted non-existent wrinkles off his clothes and replied to Chu Baihan in a light-hearted tone.

"My hand hasn’t fully recovered yet, and I can’t perform the acupuncture. You treat Lady Jian Yun," Chu Baihan said in a low voice.

"Your disciple obeys."

Tang Zishen nodded solemnly and then quickly walked towards the bedside.

Yan Lian’s gaze followed him, her face clearly full of worry.

"How much longer until your hand is healed?"

Yan Lin walked up to Chu Baihan’s side, took her hand, and asked with a tone of affection.

"Tomorrow, let Tang Zishen help me cut the flesh to heal the bone, and it will be better," Chu Baihan said slowly.

At these words, the prince’s brow furrowed deeply.

Cutting the flesh to heal the bone must be terribly painful.

"She’s awake, Lady Jian Yun has woken up!" Suddenly, Tang Zishen’s excited voice rang out.

Everyone quickly gathered at the bedside.

Jian Yun slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing them, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don’t be afraid, we have already returned to the Princess Residence. An Sheng and Dongfang Yuan, those despicable people, are already dead," Yan Lian quickly reassured her.

"They are dead?" Jian Yun murmured quietly.

She did not intend any sympathy, but her feelings were complex.

"Sorry, it was my lack of judgment that involved all of you," she said, lifting her head to look at Yan Lian, Chu Baihan, and the others, her expression full of guilt.

"How can you say it involved us? You didn’t know Dongfang Yuan was so evil. Our trip to the An Family could also be seen as ridng the people of scourge,"

Yan Lian quickly spoke, afraid that Jian Yun would continue to feel regret.

"Cough, Tang Zishen, let’s step out first,"

Chu Baihan, holding a curiously faced Tang Zishen, then carried him out.

Soon, only Yan Lian and Jian Yun were left in the room.

Jian Yun’s face showed a gentle smile as she sincerely said, "Prince Nine, thank you for rescuing me this time. When I left, I didn’t tell you, I am sorry."

"We’ve said that this mistake isn’t your fault, don’t apologize anymore," Yan Lian said sternly, feigning seriousness.

Jian Yun knew he wasn’t really angry, and she gratefully nodded her head.

"However, how did you know I was in trouble at the An Family? I only remember writing you a letter. Did you realize something was wrong from the letter? But I remember there was nothing unusual in my letter..."

Jian Yun frowned.

She indeed had the thought of seeking help in her letter.

But since the An Family people watched her too closely and they scrutinized the letter countless times, she couldn’t make a move.

"I noticed that the characters in that letter were a bit distorted, not quite like the ones you usually write, and I became suspicious," Yan Lian answered patiently.

"So that’s it. I never thought Prince Nine would be such a meticulous person, you..."

"I am only meticulous when it comes to your matters," the words slipped out unintentionally from the prince.

Instantly, the atmosphere turned awkward.

Jian Yun paused, hesitantly lifting her head,

What did Prince Nine mean by that?

"You’ve just woken up, don’t talk too much. I’ll pour you a glass of water first,"

Yan Lian’s face also turned unnaturally flushed.

Always considering himself a playboy in matters of the heart, he now found himself so nervous that he could hardly meet Jian Yun’s eyes.

After pouring a glass of water for Jian Yun, he added, "Take a good rest. I’ll step out now."

Having said that, he hurried out, and his retreat seemed to carry a hint of fleeing.

Watching the hastily closed door, Jian Yun remained in a daze for a long time.

Afterward, the corners of her mouth lifted in a gentle smile.

Prince Yan Lian, he really... is not the same as the rumors.

Here, Chu Baihan and others still thought that a certain Prince Yan Lian would stay inside the house for a long time, but no sooner had they stepped out than he followed right behind.

"Yan Lian, you didn’t stay inside to accompany Lady Jian Yun, why did you come out with us?"

Chu Baihan asked helplessly.

They had given him such a good opportunity, why didn’t he cherish it?

"Cough, I got a bit hungry, so I’m going to find something to eat first."

Facing so many pairs of eyes, a certain Prince Yan Lian began to feel nervous.

He made up an excuse and quickly ran off.

Looking at his retreating figure, Chu Baihan slightly furrowed his brow.

It seemed like he wasn’t too willing to interact with Lady Jian Yun.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong, and he does not like Lady Jian Yun?" Chu Baihan muttered softly.

She shouldn’t misjudge people’s feelings.

"He does like her." Just then, a deep voice came from beside her—it was Yan Lin.

Chu Baihan couldn’t help but glance back at him, then asked in a low voice, "Why are you so sure?"

"Because, the way he looks at Lady Jian Yun is the same as the way I look at you," Yan Lin answered seriously.

Chu Baihan: "..."

Tang Zishen: "..." I should not be here.

"Furthermore, from what I know of Yan Lian, if he did not like Lady Jian Yun, he would have left the capital city by now and gone around the world finding his confidantes," Yan Lin said solemnly.

Hearing this, Chu Baihan felt somewhat troubled.

She pressed her temples, "I almost forgot about Yan Lian’s nature. He does have many confidantes."

Yan Lian was her good friend, was Yan Lin’s Emperor, but Lady Jian Yun was also her friend.

If Yan Lian couldn’t handle the situations with those confidantes well, she still wouldn’t want Lady Jian Yun to be with him.

Lest Lady Jian Yun end up hurt.

"Let them decide on this matter themselves," Yan Lin said gravely.

Chu Baihan nodded, that was all that could be done.

...

At night.

A sneaky figure lingered at the entrance of the study.

Yan Lin was reading a letter sent over from the Tang Sect when he noticed the activity at the door, and his deep gaze slightly darkened.

Ziyi, seeing the reflection at the door, immediately said, "Prince, it seems to be the Ninth Prince."

"Come in." Yan Lin put down the letter and then spoke sternly.

The entrance’s Yan Lian rubbed his palms together, then pushed the door and entered.

"Hehe..."

Yan Lian ran his hands through his hair, laughing awkwardly.

"Um, Brother Eight, could you perhaps share some of your experience, like how you pursued the Eighth Princess?" he asked Yan Lin nervously.

Yan Lin: "..."

Ziyi: "..."

Ziyi’s expression was particularly awkward.

The love expert Ninth Prince actually coming to ask the Eighth Prince for romantic advice, was indeed very curious, too curious.

"No experience," Yan Lin retracted his gaze, he said gravely.

"Really?" Yan Lian frowned deeply.

He was truly at his wit’s end now.

Lady Jian Yun was completely different from other women he knew; he had no idea how to make her think better of him, let alone how to win her over.

"Alright, if there’s nothing else, you can go now."

Yan Lin issued a direct order to dismiss him.

There were many issues arising from the Tang Sect side, waiting for him to handle, hence he had no time to deal with Yan Lian’s matters of the heart.