65 Concubine Ruolans Demise Told (1/2)

Well into the night, the Wei Family's door was crowded with leaving guests. While there were plenty of mouths, the night was unusually quiet. As everyone exited out of the manor, the Crown Prince turned around once more, and his grey eyes lingered on Hongyue's Dragon Glory. His eyes were slightly dark before he finally made his way to his royal carriage. His thoughts were unknown.

Hongyue clicked her tongue.

How surprising.

Crown Prince, you were the last one I had in mind.

The eldest miss turned back to face the banquet hall. The patterned lanterns and tables of full jars of wine along with untouched food filled her eyes. To her side, all the servants were oddly quiet, awaiting her orders. Hongyue smirked and ordered them to clean up the hall. The servants shuffled about without a word of complaint.

Hongyue turned her eyes to Qingyu. As her feet reached the spot where Qingyu still laid unconscious, Hongyue sighed.

Her eyes were deep and indecipherable. Hongyue lifted his small body up, hoisting him into her arms. Without another sound, the eldest miss disappeared into the night, unnoticed. The servants continued to rush about to clear up the banquet, their thoughts conflicting yet not realizing the target of their thoughts were long gone.

Back in her room, Hongyue laid Qingyu down on her bed and stepped slightly away. Her shoes scraping the surface of rotting wood.

During the whole banquet, Hongyue had kept an eye on him and noticed the boy not reacting to the world at all. Hongyue frowned. Could she really have injured him that deeply? A slight flash of regret echoed in her eyes before the eldest miss turned away.

Hongyue hovered her left palm in front of her left eye and deeply breathed in. As her hand moved away, it revealed the pupil underneath had become faint violet. She planted her hand on top of Qingyu's chest. From the center of her palm spreading outward, was a peculiar burst of purple aura. The aura encircled the body of the boy before sinking into his body.

Hongyue frowned.

His body was in horribly bad shape. However, half the damage could be determined not to be from her. Hongyue hesitated for a minute before she slid the Dragon's Glory out of her hair and dropped a drop of her blood onto the sleek surface. While it was pretty, Hongyue had no use for the hair stick now. Her eyes drifted to Qingyu's pale face.

”Heal.”

Her command echoed through the room, and the droplet of blood glowed bluish silver before it disappeared inside the hair stick. Unnoticed by Hongyue, a faint purple crescent moon branding also started to form on Qingyu's pale neck slowly turning darker as each minute passed. Stroking the smooth hair stick one last time, Hongyue took Qingyu's hand and wrapped his fingers around the hair ornament.

”I've already received your gift,” She paused quietly, ”At that time I had nothing to give...this will be my token of truce.”

Her heart wavered after she spoke. Giving him a gift meant Hongyue trusted him enough in her heart. However, just how much could she trust?

If it were before, she wouldn't have done this.

What changed this time?