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Chapter 840 Promise to Marry Xu Zize

"Is it urgent? Can't we talk about it later?"

Jing Chunxi suddenly stopped and looked sideways at Xu Zize who was standing side by side with her. Her originally smiling almond-shaped eyes gradually became filled with doubt, and the dimples on her lips disappeared as her smile faded.

The sunlight filtered through the carved wooden lattices of the corridor's eaves, casting mottled shadows on his black brocade robe, but it could not illuminate his suddenly serious face.

"Xi'er,"

Xu Zize's brows knitted together, leaving two deep lines between them. He lowered his voice, each word weighing carefully between his teeth.

"When we return to the palace today, Brother Xiaokang will immediately see Father. Tomorrow, we will send an envoy from the Imperial Hospital to the residence every day to check Princess Hong's pulse." The tassels of the gilded hair crown swayed slightly as he leaned over, drawing tiny golden lines before Jing Chunxi's eyes. "When the due date arrives, I will order the Imperial Physician to be present in person. I will not allow her to suffer any harm."

"Aunt is also eight months pregnant now," he raised his hand to brush away the ginkgo leaves that had fallen on her shoulder, his tone full of unquestionable authority, "Xi'er just needs to wait for good news at Qingshan Villa and serve Aunt with peace of mind. There is no need to travel any further."

The pair of phoenix eyes that usually showed affection were now as deep as a pool, making her feel a sense of oppression flooding her heart like a tide.

"Mother gave birth a whole month later than Auntie," Jing Chunxi said, feeling the warm jade bracelet on her wrist through the fabric. It was prepared for her by Princess Hongjun when she was reunited with her family, and now it felt slightly warm against her skin.

"Xier, as a junior, what's the big deal if I run around a little?" She was silently thinking about the good medicine in the space, and also remembered the sterile operating room that she could exchange for a huge amount of silver when she saved Xu Zize.

Even if the space does not manifest at that time, she still has the spiritual spring well in the small space between heaven and earth.

Princess Hong is so uneasy, isn't she worried about the dangers that may occur during childbirth?

Jing Chunxi looked at the sycamore tree outside the corridor that was beginning to shed its leaves, and remembered the old folk saying, "When a woman gives birth, she walks through the gates of hell," and a bitter taste suddenly rose in her throat.

"Brother Xiaokang said no!" Xu Zize's suddenly raised voice startled the swallows under the eaves. He growled at her in such a way for the second time. The jade buckle with python pattern on his gilded belt flashed coldly in the sunlight.

If the incident in the morning was caused by misunderstanding, the sharpness flashing in his eyes at this moment really hurt Jing Chunxi - there was clearly an irrefutable possessiveness in it.

But she quickly read the worry hidden behind his taut jawline.

If the secret of space is revealed... Jing Chunxi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had suppressed the grievances that surged in his heart.

She breathed softly, as if that could dissolve all the bitterness into thin air. "With Xi'er here, not only Princess Hong can rest assured," she deliberately tapped his clenched fist with her fingertips, "but Grandfather and Grandmother can also put their worries at ease."

Gently holding his hand under his sleeve, Xu Zize's sharp brows relaxed slightly, but still looked like two unsheathed swords.

Jing Chunxi leaned closer to him, her tassels brushing against his chest. "The water from that old well in the mansion has probably lost its effectiveness in the past six months," she said in a low voice, thick as honey. "Even if we refill it today, how can it compare to the fresh spiritual spring water we'd get when we gave birth?"

"Then—" Xu Zize suddenly grabbed her wrist as she was about to retract it, his palm burning hot, "Brother Xiaokang will accompany Xier when the time comes."

He unconsciously stroked the beating pulse on her wrist, his tone still carrying the inherent strength of the royal family.

The clinking sound of maids packing up the tea sets came from afar, making the silence in the corridor even more suffocating.

"A women's blood room, why are you, a dignified prince, joining in the fun?" Jing Chunxi suddenly laughed out loud, a hint of moisture in the corners of his eyes. "Do you want to be laughed at by all the noble ladies in the capital? Brother Xiaokang doesn't care, but Xi'er does!"

She deliberately stroked his tense cheek with a silk handkerchief, and when she saw the blush on the tip of his ear after his thoughts were exposed, the anger in her chest immediately dissipated.

"Since the imperial physician was personally appointed by Brother Xiaokang, and there's a midwife with years of experience at his side," she stood on tiptoe to straighten his slightly tilted hair crown, "it's probably not Xi'er's turn to take action. I'm only here to reassure everyone."

The girl looked at him intently, waiting for his final response. Xu Zize was silent for a long time, and finally nodded almost imperceptibly.

He suddenly pointed to the cornices under repair outside the west wall. "That day, I waited next door under the pretext of inspecting the construction of the Princess's Mansion." His eyes were blazing, as if to burn a mark on her face. His voice suddenly turned soft, "If it really comes to the last resort... Brother Xiaokang can always cover for you."

"You—" Jing Chunxi suddenly remembered something and chuckled, "Did you forget that your grandmother also knows Xi'er's secret?"

She traced the calluses on his palm, which hadn't yet faded. "Isn't it more legitimate to have her 'happen' to come over to visit? It would be more legitimate than having you, the esteemed Highness, come to visit her."

Xu Zize's words reminded her that when the critical moment came, she really needed an elder who could calm the situation - someone who could both cover the space and block those curious eyes.

And this person definitely couldn't be him—the royal noble who couldn't even get close to the harem.

"Then~Xier, promise!" This person still didn't give up and insisted on hearing it out of her mouth.

"Xier promises." While digesting his childishness in his heart, Jing Chunxi had no choice but to compromise.

"I promise to be fine,"

"I promise to be fine," he just parroted, and it didn't require her to think.

"Marry Xu Zize!"

"Marry~"

Jing Chunxi: "You're kidding me!"

After being pinched hard, Xu Zize still refused to let go: "Hurry up and tell me."

Jing Chunxi said proudly: "You wish."