MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 93: How much he loves her

Chapter 93: How much he loves her

Zhao Yan walked with slow, measured steps, his arms carefully cradling Hua Jing’s limp body.

His heart was pounding, though his face remained calm.

Behind him, the second consort followed closely, her expression twisted with worry.

She wasn’t like the others—

She wasn’t standing at a distance, watching with silent judgment.

She wasn’t looking at Hua Jing with barely concealed satisfaction, secretly hoping she wouldn’t wake up.

No.

She cared.

Zhao Yan exhaled a quiet sigh before finally speaking.

"She has only fainted," he reassured, his voice steady. "She will recover after proper treatment."

The second consort stiffened before finally letting out a shaky breath of relief.

Her hands trembled as she clutched the fabric of her robes.

"I... I was so worried," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

She had been so afraid—

After hearing that the First Consort had gone looking for Hua Jing, she had run as fast as she could to stop whatever was about to happen.

But she had been too late.

By the time she arrived, Hua Jing had already been dragged away.

By the time she saw her again, she had been half-drowned, barely breathing, and broken.

She didn’t know why, but...

She felt pity for her.

A deep, unshakable pity that settled heavily in her heart.

She had seen many women suffer in the palace before, but never had it felt this painful to watch.

It was unbearable.

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By the time they arrived at Hua Jing’s courtyard...

The place was silent.

Too silent.

Zhao Yan’s steps quickened.

He pushed open the doors, stepping inside—

And immediately, a piercing cry shattered the silence.

"MY LADY!"

Xia Lin, who had been sitting on the ground, tried to stand up but collapsed back down, her injured leg refusing to support her.

Her red-rimmed eyes widened in horror when she saw Hua Jing in Zhao Yan’s arms.

Her voice trembled. "What happened to her?!"

Her hands clawed at the floor, trying to pull herself closer.

Her tears had long dried, but the grief etched on her face was still fresh.

Zhao Yan’s gaze softened.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he knelt down carefully and placed Hua Jing on the bed.

Xia Lin scrambled forward, her shaking hands reaching out to touch her lady.

"My lady... My lady, please wake up," she whispered.

But there was no response.

Hua Jing lay there, motionless, her face pale as moonlight.

Xia Lin turned to Zhao Yan, her voice desperate. "Is she... Is she going to be okay?"

Zhao Yan’s jaw tightened.

His throat felt dry, but he forced himself to answer.

"She will be fine," he said firmly.

He had to believe it.

He wouldn’t accept any other possibility.

As he looked down at Hua Jing’s fragile form, his fingers tightened into fists.

Zhao Yan shifted slightly, making space for the physician to tend to Hua Jing.

This time, there was no resistance.

No sharp words exchanged.

No arrogance in his usual demeanor.

The physician silently stepped forward, checking Hua Jing’s pulse, his face tight with worry.

Even he did not dare make any comments about how Zhao Yan himself had put her in this state.

The air in the room was heavy.

A suffocating kind of silence, only broken by the shallow rise and fall of Hua Jing’s chest.

Zhao Yan’s gaze did not move away from her.

Not even for a second.

As if...

As if the moment he looked away, she would disappear.

Xia Lin, kneeling beside the bed, bit her lips, her hands clutching tightly to the sheets.

Her heart ached painfully.

Her lady—

Her lady who had once been so bright, so full of mischief—

Was now lying there, unmoving, battered, and barely clinging onto life.

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But the second consort...

She did not look at Hua Jing.

She watched Zhao Yan.

She had expected jealousy—

She should have felt something when she saw her husband looking at another woman with such deep intensity.

Yet...

She felt nothing.

She had already understood, long ago—

The crown prince would never love her.

She remembered the day of their wedding.

He had not even glanced at her.

Not once.

Their marriage had been purely political—a bond formed only because her father was a high-ranking court official.

Zhao Yan had given her the title of a wife but had never opened his heart to her.

Not once.

On their wedding night, when it was time to present proof of her purity, there had been no intimacy.

Instead, pigs’ blood had been used—

A false proof to satisfy the expectations of the palace.

She had long since given up on the idea of being loved by her husband.

But now—

Now, she was seeing something she had never witnessed before.

The way Zhao Yan was looking at Hua Jing—

As if she was his entire world.

As if she was the most precious thing he had ever held in his arms.

And then, the mask.

The golden mask that he had never once removed in front of his wives.

It was gone.

For the first time, she saw his face.

Zhao Yan’s true face.

And it was beyond beautiful.

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His jawline was sharp, sculpted like a masterpiece.

His lips were perfectly shaped, neither too thin nor too full.

His nose—straight and regal.

And his eyes—

Dark, piercing, but filled with unspoken emotions as they rested on Hua Jing.

The light from the lanterns flickered against his smooth, flawless skin, highlighting every elegant feature.

This was the face of a man blessed by the heavens.

A prince—

A warrior—

A man feared and revered by all.

But never hers.

He had never once looked at her like this.

And he never would.

So, slowly, painfully, she tore her eyes away.

She focused instead on the physician, who was still tending to Hua Jing...

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Zhao Yan’s heart pounded loudly in his chest.

He did not even notice the second consort’s lingering stare.

His world had narrowed down to one person.

Hua Jing.

Her face was pale, her skin ice-cold to the touch.

His fingers twitched—

He wanted to reach out, to warm her up, to bring back the fire in her eyes.

But all he could do was watch as the physician worked.

Fury and helplessness warred within him.

This woman—

She had invaded his thoughts.

She had crawled into his heart before he even realized it.

And now—

Now, she was lying here, lifeless.

All because of his failure!

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