Forced to Marry the Enemy Prince

It was unclear whether Xian Sheng’s words were too miserable or what, but Zhan Lue had restrained himself a bit. He reached over to pull the blankets over Xian Sheng. In a soft voice, he said, “I won’t bully you. Go sleep.”

Xian Sheng was genuinely tired. But in the end, Zhan Lue was still the Crown Prince. He wouldn’t go back on his words. Whilst letting his imagination run wild, he quickly fell into deep slumber in front of Zhan Lue. 

He vaguely felt Zhan Lue sitting there for a while. Then, he stood up and placed the bed curtains down. After that, he stared at Xian Sheng sleeping while supporting the bed curtains with one hand. Up until he loosened his grip and the bed curtains fell down did Xian Sheng fall into complete darkness.

Xian Sheng didn’t sleep well tonight. He dreamed that while in deep slumber, Zhan Lue secretly climbed in bed with him. Then, he noticed his identity and slapped him on the face right then. He was jolted awake from his dream, dragged out by Zhan Lue by his hair helplessly. Then, he was forced to kneel in the cold snow.

Zhan Lue even poured gasoline on him, wanting to burn him alive.

The hatred Zhan Lue felt towards him in his dream was too genuine and real. Xian Sheng was startled awake, only to see the man sitting by his side and furrowing his brows. 

“Your Highness…” He felt a towel on his forehead. He watched as Zhan Lue took it off of his forehead and exchanged it for a new one from a maid. He seemed to have understood something.

“You have a fever.” Zhan Lue said, “You’ve almost had the fever for a whole day and night. It’s about to be morning.”

Xian Sheng noticed that there seemed to be a new furnace in the room. Zhan Lue only wore thin long sleeves. He seemed to have taken it off because of how warm the room is. But even so, sweat droplets filled his forehead.

“You…didn’t sleep?”

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He leaned against Zhan Lue, teary-eyed when he was suddenly fed a candied fruit.

Xian Sheng said powerlessly, “Thank you.” 

“You’ve been thanking me the entire day.” Zhan Lue wiped Xian Sheng’s mouth and placed him back down before saying, “The medicine will make you drowsy. Sleep some more.”

He had everyone retreat while he lied back down on the bed. Xian Sheng leaned sideways as he stared at Zhan Lue silently for a while. In a very small voice, he asked, “Do you regret this?”

Zhan Lue placed his arms behind his head and glanced at Xian Sheng who was only a few feet away from him. “Regret what?”

“My body is too weak… maybe I can’t even make it through the North’s first winter.” 

Zhan Lue replied, “Then the Liang Country won’t make it until next year’s winter either.”

“You…!”

“I never do business at a loss.” Zhan Lue interrupted and shifted his gaze. He said while closing his eyes, “I know what you’re thinking. You want to die, but you also want me to promise you to leave the Liang Country alone. However, listen carefully. If I can’t get what I want, then you definitely won’t get what you want too.”

Xian Sheng glared at him for a while before his eyes became teary. He closed his eyes to rest for a bit. 

Zhan Lue’s voice rang again in the empty room. “If you want the Liang Country to stay peaceful, then stay alive.”

Xian Sheng angrily fell asleep.

During his sleep, he dreamed of riding on Zhan Lue and beating him up. He even stitched that annoying mouth shut.

Xian Sheng had been much more angry during this time period than his whole life. When he woke up, Zhan Lue was by his bed again. He leaned over and said observingly, “You seem to be in a better spirit today. Do you feel unwell anywhere else?” 

Hearing his words of concern, Xian Sheng suddenly couldn’t be angry at him anymore. He pursed his lips and said, “I’m hungry.”

Zhan Lue reached over and carried him to the table.

There were some food on the table, containing both meat and vegetable dishes. It looked very appealing, but it tasted fresh and light. He could barely taste anything. He reluctantly swallowed a spoon of lotus root porridge after splitting it into several spoons. He wasn’t in the appetite at all.

His face turned pale and he looked sick. Zhan Lue knitted his brows again, saying, “I’ll go order people to make other food. What do you want to eat?” 

“It’s okay.” Xian Sheng shook his head. After all, the physicians won’t let him eat other things either.

He was helped back onto the bed by Ruyi. Not long later, someone brought a bowl of sweet and sour pork chops. Zhan Lue had them place it on the table by the bed. He grabbed the bowl and asked, “How about this?”

The strong fragrance assaulted his nostrils. Xian Sheng swallowed his saliva. He eye scouldn’t help but land on the colorful and luring pork chops. “I… Empress Mother said I shouldn’t eat these things. It’s not good for my body.”

“Now that you’re married, you should listen to your husband.” Zhan Lue said, “I allow you to eat this.” 

Xian Sheng subconsciously looked at Yue Hua. The latter already knitted his brows, lightly shaking her head.

Xian Sheng looked down when Zhan Lue suddenly peered over. He hollered, “Everyone, leave!”

Yue Hua left as ordered. Zhan Lue looked at Xian Sheng again. “It’s fine if you occasionally have a bite or two.”

He personally fed the pork chops to Xian Sheng’s mouth, coaxing, “Say ah—” 

The smell was too alluring. Xian Sheng couldn’t help but open his mouth and take a bite of it. The sweet and sour juice mixed with the slightly burnt pork chops filled his mouth. Xian Sheng’s eyes immediately brightened.

The corner of Zhan Lue’s lips curled up. He asked softly, “Is it a bit sour?”