The Initial Volumes of Heaven's Trouble ☆ and Dear Princess 013 Chapter: Allergic to Floral Fragrance (Revised)

  He stormed into the room, kicked open the door and threw her onto the soft couch, looking at her with disgust as she covered her mouth and retched violently, regretting it so much that his intestines were twisted into knots.

  Damn it, why didn't he just throw her on the ground and dirty his sofa instead.

  He didn't need to look at her to know what was behind the silver robe, the smell made him frown frequently, and after staring at Yixin for a moment, he quickly walked behind the screen, opened the wardrobe, casually took out a long gown, and walked into the bathroom behind the soft couch.

  Continuing to wear these clothes, he really wants to strangle Ixintian to death.

  Her arrival was a disaster for him, with one mishap after another, almost stepping into the fire pit, fainting in public when paying respects to ancestors, and on their wedding night, he had to stay by her side, lending his arm for her to lean on, resulting in soreness that lasted for two whole days.

  Although all the officials in the court did not dare to say anything to his face, there were still many rumors and gossip that reached his ears, and he was somewhat uncomfortable in his heart.

  She was his queen, and since that day in the Golden Palace when he promised his father to marry her, as long as she behaved herself, he would treat her well and let her live a life of luxury. But she always made him lose control of his emotions again and again.

  He should have been furious, severely punishing her, but when he looked into those crystal-like eyes of hers, that feeling of being at a loss again came over him.

  For her, he had too much uncontrolled emotions, too much unbearable pain, and even a faint heartache.

  Such self, makes Ye Zedu extremely resistant.

  Her mind was a complete mess, her stomach was cramping up from vomiting, she curled up into a shrimp-like ball, her forehead had already started bleeding, and after being tossed by Ye Nue Chen, the wound accidentally bumped against the low table on the soft couch, fresh blood flowed down her pale face.

  She felt dizzy and her head was spinning, everything in front of her had a double image, the sky and earth seemed to be rotating, her breathing became more and more labored, it was the scent of some flower that made her feel suffocated.

  Her subconscious resisted the action of being carried on his shoulder with her head down, and Ye Juechen's sudden movement scared her, after hitting her head, she felt a slight dizziness, and the blood rushed to her head, making her vomit.

  "Save... Save me..."

  The thick fragrance of flowers in the room made her breathing heavier, headache splitting, and she fell down from the soft couch, struggling to crawl towards the window.

  Step by step, what was originally a short distance seemed so far away to Yixin Ran. The cramping pain in her stomach followed her like a shadow, making her wish she could just faint and be done with it.

  Just a little bit... just a bit more, a little higher... if she raised her hand a little higher, she could have thrown that flower out... Yixin, you can't die, you must work hard...

  Bang!

  The flower pot was thrown out of the window, making a piercing sound. Yuexing, who had just taken a bath and calmed down his anger, was thinking about how to have a good talk with her when he saw her action and couldn't help but say in a cold voice: "What's wrong with you again?"

  Liu Yiyi bumped into her and should have been scolded, so why shouldn't that pot of flowers also bump into her?

  His body heavily fell to the ground without using any strength, and he shuddered slightly, sensitively perceiving that Ye Dust was really angry at this moment.

  Even if she hit Liu Yiyi, he looked very angry, but in fact he was not as angry as he seemed, so even when he said he wanted to teach her a lesson and carry her away, Yi Xintong didn't feel afraid at all.

  But now she is very scared.

  "Snow... Yilan... Orchid flowers... Fragrant past... Sensitive..."

  Why did she insist on explaining everything to him with her last bit of strength, perhaps if she died like this, she could return.

  "Her heart is stained."

  His voice, full of anger, had a hint of hoarseness, Ye Juechen glared at the little woman who was lying on the ground, her black hair hanging down to her chest, the bloodstains on her face stimulating his nerves.

  Suddenly, a heart lifted high, couldn't fall back down.

  "Her heart is stained."

  The room was still quiet, as if even her heartbeat could not be heard.

  "If you dare not to open your eyes, I will kill the people you care about." If you care about your servants, I will kill them.

  The room still lingered with the fragrance of Xue Yilan's flowers, faintly and lightly swirling around his nostrils. Ye Jue Cen's eyebrows twitched as he suddenly picked up Yi Xin Ran, if he hadn't misheard, the last thing this little girl had said to him was "She is allergic to Xue Yilan flower fragrance".

  "Come in."

  Butler Han Zhongyi hurried over as soon as he heard Ye Juechen's shout, and the two excellent men who followed behind Ye Juechen also walked behind him, "Your Highness."

  "Destroy all Snowy Orchids in the Wang Fu, from now on, no Snowy Orchid is allowed to appear in the Wang Fu again, and any remaining fragrance must be thoroughly eliminated."

  "Yes." The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, nodded, and immediately dispatched people to clean up the snow orchids planted in the Xian dust residence. It's good that these flowers shouldn't have been kept anyway.

  He could clearly feel the woman's breathing in his arms growing weaker, and he involuntarily tightened his grip on her hand. "Luolan," he said sternly, "come with me to Xuan Yue Pavilion."

  Situ Luolan wore a white dress, fluttering as if she was about to float away. If it weren't for Nan Rong's push earlier that morning, she might not have snapped back to reality in front of the War King's mansion, where Snow Yilan was forbidden from appearing. A faint, bitter smile played on her lips, perhaps the only thing she couldn't let go of was him.

  Dust seems to be really concerned about his queen.

  "Let's go."

  "Uh-huh."

  Li Chen and others who were about to leave for Xun Yue Pavilion's Fragrance Dust Residence after listening to Mei Jing's description, saw Yi Xin with a bloody face being carried back by Ye Juechen. They were all frightened pale and knelt down in unison, "Slaves pay their respects to the king."

  "Your Highness, what's wrong with the princess? Is it my fault, a servant's mistake? It has nothing to do with the princess...” Mei Jing's words were cut off by Ye Juechen, who said in a low voice: "Prepare some clean water and first clean the wound on her forehead."

  The good day pulled a beautiful view, and softly replied, "Yes, your highness."

  Soon, Yixin changed into a clean set of clothes, and the bloodstains on her face were also cleaned up. The red and swollen wound on her forehead stood out even more against her pale complexion, making one's heart ache with pity.

  "Luolan, show it to her."

  Cui Luolan reached out, her hand as white as jade gently grasping the wrist of Yixin's hand. After a moment, she said in a low voice: "The princess was frightened, and her stomach cramped up, vomiting until her whole body was weak. Plus, she is allergic to the fragrance of Xueyilan flowers and almost suffocated. I'll prescribe some medicine to nurse her back to health."

  Xue Yilan was her favorite flower, but in the end, because of Yi Xin's allergy to its fragrance, she would never be able to appear in the War King's Mansion again.

  Is it really fate?

  She thought she could stay in his memory forever with Xue Yilan, but didn't know that little thought had completely collapsed.

  "Master Sito, will the wound on the princess's forehead...?" Mei Jing trailed off, tears streaming down her face. She was worried that if the wound left a scar on that delicate skin, it would be disastrous.

  "The wound on the princess's forehead, after two impacts, unless there is a snow cream to remove the scar for her, it will be difficult to guarantee that no marks are left." Situ Luolan furrowed his brow, the woman in front of him was too beautiful, even the sun and moon would lose their luster compared to her.

  Meijing covered her face and cried out loud, Ye Juedu's face was gloomy, the first time she bumped into a flower stand, the second time she bumped into a low table on the soft couch, both times seemed to be because of him.

  Damn it……

  Digression

  Tomorrow, Mang's "Mixed World Beauty Queen" will be launched for the first time. Those who like it must collect it decisively.

  Besides, I've made some slight modifications to the previous part. If there's still anything inadequate, I'll continue to modify it, bye for now.