My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 380 Silly Girl

Chapter 380: Chapter 380 Silly Girl

"Quick, go find a doctor!"

Zhu Yinian shouted in panic.

"If you keep holding her so tightly, she’ll surely suffocate to death."

At this moment, Chu Baihan came up behind Zhu Yinian and spoke in a strange tone.

Only then did Zhu Yinian realize that he had been holding Yueyue too tightly, and she had already fainted.

"Princess, I beg you to save Yueyue."

Zhu Yinian pleaded desperately with Chu Baihan, as helpless as a child.

No one knew just how important Yueyue was to him.

The moment he saw her almost in peril, all he could think of was that he was willing to trade his life for hers.

Watching Zhu Yinian like this, a flicker of emotion passed through Chu Baihan’s eyes.

She remembered that the soldiers in the camp had told her, Zhu Yinian and Zhu Xinyue were not biological siblings.

So, their affection...

She could roughly understand why Zhu Xinyue cared so much about Zhu Yinian’s attitude.

Seeing Zhu Yinian like this, it seemed he wasn’t devoid of feelings for Zhu Xinyue either.

However, it was unclear if these were the feelings between a man and a woman or just sibling affection.

Suppressing her emotions, Chu Baihan spoke in an indifferent voice, "Hand her over to me."

"Okay."

Zhu Yinian carefully loosened his grip.

Chu Baihan then easily lifted Zhu Xinyue and headed towards the tent.

Yan Lin was not far off, watching the scene with a dark expression in his eyes.

The temperature around them dropped inexplicably.

Yan Lian hurried over, clapped Yan Lin on the shoulder, and then said in an unnatural voice, "Ahem, first of all, congratulations on your safe return, brother. And secondly, your wife probably just sees Miss Zhu as a younger sister."

"Your wife has a kind heart, she wouldn’t stand by and watch any innocent person die. Of course, I understand this, so why must you come and explain it to me?"

Yan Lin turned his head and gave Yan Lian a glance, speaking in a very unwelcoming tone.

Yan Lian: "..."

"I’m just worried you might be jealous," he muttered under his breath.

"Am I someone so petty?" Yan Lin let out another cold laugh, his gaze filled with disdain as he stared at Yan Lian.

Yan Lian was speechless, his forehead lined with frustration.

Oh brother, just look at how agitated you are; do you truly not care?

Watching as a certain prince left, Yan Lian was still grinding his teeth.

"Hmph, wait until another girl steals your wife away, then we’ll see how you cry over it!"

Just as Yan Lian was still ranting, he suddenly felt his hand being tied up.

He looked down and saw that Jian Yun had come to his side at some point.

She was squatting down, patiently bandaging his wound.

His heart was deeply touched.

He quickly helped her up, then said warmly, "Yunyun, I’m fine, it’s just a small wound. It must’ve happened while I was beating them, probably because their thick-skinned faces scratched me."

"Prince, I was standing on the city wall the whole time watching. I, I was so worried about you."

Jian Yun looked up, her incredibly beautiful eyes now brimming with tears.

Yan Lian was instantly at a loss.

He hurriedly searched for a handkerchief.

But after searching his entire body, he found none.

All he could do was clean his blood-stained hand with the hem of his robe, and then gently started to wipe away her tears.

"Don’t cry, Yunyun, don’t cry. Look, I am all right now, aren’t I? Those people, they are no match for me at all."

Jian Yun wiped away her tears and immediately threw herself into his embrace.

"No, Yunyun, my armor is very hard, it will hurt you," Yan Lian said with utmost urgency in his voice.

But Jian Yun hugged him even tighter.

"It’s okay, I’m not afraid," Jian Yun said seriously.

These past few days, having witnessed too many brutal scenes of slaughter, she was truly frightened he might come to harm.

"Silly girl."

Seeing her like this, Yan Lian let out a soft chuckle, then reached up to ruffle her hair.

The place in his heart had long since turned soft.

Once, he only wanted to have the world as his home, to live as an unrestrained and carefree prince.

But after he met Yunyun, his thoughts changed early on.

Being with Yunyun and having another two children like Jingjing and Xixi, that really would be nice.

...

"Let me go! Feng Shan, Father will not let you off," Wu Ge growled through his severe injuries, not forgetting to warn Feng Shan.

Feng Shan approached him, looking down with disdain, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"So what if he doesn’t let me off? Tell me, if you were to die, surely, in the entire Beihai Country, only I could take on the great responsibility. After all, the other princes are as useful as a heap of loose mud."

After a long silence, Feng Shan slowly spoke.

Hearing this, Wu Ge’s heart sank sharply.

He retorted, "You, you want to kill me? Aren’t you afraid of making Father angry?"

"He doesn’t consider me a son, why should I care about his opinions?" Feng Shan scoffed coldly.

He slowly raised his hand and, before Wu Ge could react, dislocated his shoulder.

"Ah!"

The intense pain made Wu Ge scream in agony.

His eyes turned bloodshot, his face distorted.

"Feng Shan, you will not die a good death, if you dare to injure me, the entire Beixiao Country will not let you off," Wu Ge threatened.

"Oh? What do you think? In Father’s eyes, which is more important, Beihai Country’s realm or avenging you?" Feng Shan asked emotionlessly.

His question successfully silenced Wu Ge.

Looking up into Feng Shan’s eyes, Wu Ge couldn’t help but shiver.

Actually, he knew well in his heart that what Feng Shan had said just now was true.

Father’s health had been poor these years, and he simply wouldn’t last much longer.

That was also why Father was so anxious to eliminate obstacles for him, because he wanted to place him on the throne quickly.

But if he were to die, the entire Beihai Country would be best ruled by Feng Shan.

If it weren’t for the Wu Family’s bloodline to continue the supremacy, those tribes would be eyeing them covetously, and their family’s centuries-old foundation would be destroyed in an instant.

So even if Father hated Feng Shan again, he wouldn’t kill him.

"Third brother, we are blood brothers, why must we harm each other? Father has always praised your kind heart, if you want to be king, I’ll support you. There are so many tribal chiefs in Beihai Country with covetous eyes, and with your soft nature, you might be threatened by them in the future. Having your brother by your side, I will surely be able to suppress them for you."

Seeing the hard approach didn’t work, Wu Ge tried the soft approach.

He thought Feng Shan was just a temperamental weakling; as long as he showed submission, wouldn’t he obediently listen?

But who could have known, this time Feng Shan looked at him with an almost-mocking smile.

"Wu Ge, all the elders and ministers say I am not fit to be Crown Prince, that I am too soft and weak. Of course, you and Father think so too, believing I lack aggression. But let me tell you a secret..."