The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1668 -1661: Rong Sheng’s A Feng

Chu Yifeng couldn’t help but laugh, “Why go to such trouble? I’ve told you before, if you want someone to apologize to you, I can make her apologize to you. Why bother with all these convoluted steps?”

He waved his hand to issue commands. Wouldn’t that be much simpler?

“It’s not the same! Your Highness may dote on me, but I don’t want to tarnish your reputation. When we do things, we should ensure the other side is wholeheartedly convinced, shouldn’t we?” Zuo Qingqing’s bright eyes sparkled with purity as she looked at Chu Yifeng, appearing completely innocent and pristine.

“Alright, whatever you say.” A wave of warmth filled Chu Yifeng’s heart. Every time he looked into her eyes, he felt an indescribable satisfaction.

She was finally willing to meet his gaze.

The figure in his memory had already become blurred and indistinct. But the face he saw the moment he woke up was vividly etched into his mind.

He loved her deeply!

Undoubtedly, he loved her with a passion so intense that he was willing to offer his very life for her.

That kind of love!

“Qingqing, won’t you stay tonight and keep me company?” Chu Yifeng couldn’t bear to let her leave. He wanted to hold her through the night, forever staying by her side.

“Your Highness… that wouldn’t be appropriate.” Zuo Qingqing feigned shyness.

In her heart, she had long since devoted her feelings to Chu Yifeng.

Yet she still remembered what Chu Yifeng had told her before he lost his memory.

At the time, he smiled cruelly and said, “Women who throw themselves at me are all despicable. I wouldn’t even look at them!”

He had flung the robe she had removed in front of him back onto her.

She had been mortified then. But now, she was determined to win not only his heart but also his full commitment through marriage and grand ceremonies. Only after that would she give herself to him, ensuring that he valued her deeply.

Zuo Qingqing pulled herself away from his embrace and stood up to leave the Eight Prince’s mansion.

Chu Yifeng felt an emptiness in his arms, and his heart seemed to have a matching void. He escorted Zuo Qingqing to her carriage, then stood by the roadside watching it for a long time.

Behind him stood Ah Hong, who, noticing his dejected look, asked, “Master, why didn’t you ask Miss Zuo to stay?”

Chu Yifeng’s approach had always been domineering and unreasonable.

But now, he was exceptionally lenient with Zuo Qingqing.

Chu Yifeng’s expression turned somber, and he fiddled with the white jade thumb ring on his left hand. “I don’t know why either. It’s just that whenever she leaves, this heart of mine feels so empty.”

So terribly empty.

It was as if for all those years, it had been she who filled his heart so completely, making him never feel lonely.

Without Zuo Qingqing by his side, the nights became exceedingly difficult to endure.

Ah Hong brought countless female servants and beautiful women to him, but none interested Chu Yifeng. He would rather lie sleepless in his bed than glance at any of them.

He even sneered in Ah Hong’s presence, “Mediocre and vulgar. Not one of them can compare to my woman. Get rid of them all!”

He might have had many female servants in the past, but now…

He only wanted the one woman—body and soul entirely his—to remain by his side.

After settling Chu Yifeng into bed, Ah Hong stood vigil outside his door.

He knew there was someone who might come by.

Rong Sheng appeared, dressed in a pure, immaculate white gown, walking under the moonlight like a celestial being descended.

She asked Ah Hong, “Has he experienced headaches or unusual symptoms recently?”

Ah Hong shook his head. “No, but he remembers very little of the past.”

Rong Sheng’s eyes lowered. “The witchcraft didn’t control his mind but affected his memories. If this continues, his brain might not be able to bear it. It could lead to severe nerve damage or even…”

She stopped herself from finishing the sentence, closing her eyes as if unwilling to imagine the outcome.

“What’s the worst-case scenario, and how much time is left?” Ah Hong asked with concern.

“I don’t know. Maybe a year, maybe a single moment. Perhaps when Zuo Qingqing becomes so emotional that she drags him toward death.” Rong Sheng glanced at Chu Yifeng’s door, her gaze wavering.

She didn’t care how much Chu Yifeng pampered Zuo Qingqing now, nor how Zuo Qingqing flaunted her superiority or made things difficult for her and her daughter.

She only cared about how she could save him.

Her Ah Feng.

In this era, there were things her knowledge of modernity couldn’t resolve, like witchcraft. She was entirely at a loss and unable to treat it.

“Does Doctor Rong feel aggrieved?” Ah Hong asked, though he knew he shouldn’t.

Rong Sheng froze briefly, then firmly replied, “No.”

She turned and walked away, leaving behind unspoken words buried deep in her heart.

She wanted to say, Ah Feng, I now know that you love me fiercely, to the marrow, with a maddening intensity.

And now I know, my heart feels the same—I cannot lose you.

I can leave you, knowing you would still live well even if we were separated by thousands of miles.

I can raise our child alone because having this child creates a bond between us through blood.

Ah Feng…

Ah Feng, I will save you, no matter the cost.

Seven days later, at Peach Blossom Paradise.

Chu Jinling remained in the palace to oversee affairs, while Chu Heng arrived with Chu Xi and Su Chenyang, along with others.

Once Zuo Qingqing and Zuo Fenglin arrived, Chu Yifeng was already there, having prepared a newly built pavilion for shade. In contrast, Chu Xi stood under the blazing sun.

“Sister, come sit for a while.” Chu Heng tugged on Chu Xi, trying to bring her to his side.

Sun Wu, of course, wouldn’t let the Crown Prince endure the sun’s heat, so his accommodations were no worse than his uncle’s.

However, Chu Xi was obstinate. She stood resolutely under the sunlight, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on Chu Yifeng.

Chu Yifeng was busy peeling lychees for Zuo Qingqing.

Lychees were a rare delicacy in Jiang Du City, enjoyed only by the highest echelons, like Crown Prince Chu Heng in the palace.

Yet Chu Yifeng had a pile of them before him.

All arranged by the Silver Moon Pavilion for Zuo Qingqing, simply because she had mentioned she wanted to try them.

Chu Yifeng not only peeled the lychees but also removed the seeds before feeding them to Zuo Qingqing.

Zuo Qingqing bashfully ate the lychee, covering her mouth with a handkerchief to hide her flushed cheeks.

Opposite, she noticed Rong Sheng calmly brewing tea amidst the soft breeze and light clouds. Meanwhile, the little girl Chu Xi stared at her with indignation, which only heightened Zuo Qingqing’s sense of conquest.

In a pitiful tone, Zuo Qingqing said to Chu Yifeng, “Ah Feng, look at that poor child. Why not peel some for her as well?”

“Her?” Chu Yifeng scoffed indifferently, his voice laced with disdain. “She destroyed the only child between you and me. Why pity her?”

“But it’s normal for children to crave delicious things. Just like Feng Lin and Jiaojiao—they love lychees too!”

Zuo Qingqing called her two children over and fed them each a lychee.

Zuo Fenglin, now recovered from his injuries, smirked arrogantly. “What’s the matter? Is Princess Xi feeling greedy? If she begs me, perhaps I’ll spare her a few.”

“Brother, don’t bother sharing with her! These peeled ones taste so good! Let her eat these instead!”

Zuo Jiaojiao deliberately picked a few leaves and tossed them toward Chu Xi.

Chu Xi looked at the leaves scattered at her feet, feeling a pathetic urge to pick them up.

Even if it was just a few leaves, they were brought by Daddy.