Chapter 1348 - 1365: This Is Yandi’s Child 1
Xiaonuan frowned and stared at the butterfly knot for a long time, and Nangong Yaoling finally impatiently turned her face: "Make do and look, even though my hands are clumsy, when it comes to tying a butterfly knot, it’s definitely not as beautiful as my wife’s."
Xiaonuan finally laughed.
Suddenly, Xiaonuan’s eyes reddened again.
She knew it, he wouldn’t have the heart to hurt him this way!
But... who exactly did that thing? She must find out the culprit and avenge Qi Yue.
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Australia.
The vast Imperial Manor of Lot.
Rasha’er, in luxurious princess attire, walked toward the door of a villa that looked like a castle.
The passing servants quickly lowered their heads and respectfully said in English, "Princess Rasha’er."
Rasha’er nodded.
Upon entering the door, she followed the housekeeper into the elevator.
The elevator went all the way to the top floor.
In the elegantly designed bedroom, a man lay quietly on a large two-meter-wide imperial stonewood bed.
The man wore a white shirt, his cold face showing an unprecedented calm.
Rasha’er stepped forward.
"Greetings, Princess Rasha’er."
The few servants guarding the corner quickly greeted.
"So long, Yan is still unresponsive?"
The housekeeper standing behind her stepped forward: "Yes, it has been more than half a year, and Yandi remains in a coma. The renowned doctors from around the world have all been consulted, but..."
Saying this, the silver-haired Housekeeper He’er sighed heavily.
Rasha’er walked to the chair by the bed and slowly sat down.
"Yan, what on earth are you thinking about? Why won’t you wake up?" Rasha’er said with heartache.
The man’s eyebrows and eyelashes were very black and thick. Because he had been staying in the room, his skin was whiter than half a year ago. Although he was injected with nutrients daily, he was still very thin, yet he seemed to have lost his previous hostility, exhibiting a rare approachable feeling.
Looking at Situ Yan, Rasha’er suddenly thought of a handsome face for reasons unknown.
She frowned slightly.
Oops, why did she think of him again?
Rasha’er bit her lip helplessly.
She extended her hand, intending to touch his face, but as she raised her arm, she let out a "hiss—" and pulled back.
"Miss Rasha’er, I heard your arm was injured, how is it now?" Housekeeper He’er looked at her and asked with concern.
Rasha’er glanced at the housekeeper: "It’s fine now, the bullet just grazed, didn’t hit any bones. But I can’t make big movements yet."
The housekeeper nodded, hastily saying: "Princess, you’re the only bloodline of the Lot Imperial family, you must take care of your health."
Rasha’er nodded: "I got it, you may go."
"Yes..."
After the housekeeper left, Rasha’er looked at Situ Yan and said: "Yan, do you know? This time I went to China and met a man... He... I feel like he resembles you a bit, but I can’t say exactly where... You know, I was captured by Nangong Yaoling’s men, yet it was him who rescued me several times and helped bandage my wounds."
As Rasha’er spoke this, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.
"His name is Nangong Feihong... You know, he’s really wild and unruly, so annoying..."
Rasha’er was lost in thought, not noticing that as she mentioned "Nangong Feihong," the fingers of the man lying on the bed suddenly trembled slightly.