Chapter 339 - 325 Part 1
"Brother Crown Prince, I almost died," Zheng Nianru sobbed. It wasn’t feigned tears; she truly was on the brink of death. The moment she fell into the river, a huge splash of water had struck her, leaving her scalp numb, her limbs utterly powerless.
Fortunately, she knew how to swim. In her previous life, Ju Nanyi had put a lot of effort into teaching her, even saying that her fate was tied to water and it was very likely she would die by it. Therefore, she learned and became quite proficient.
Despite that, Zheng Nianru remained lazy in this life, her limbs even lazier than before. Apart from barely struggling to break the surface, she found herself utterly unable to do anything else.
But Zheng Nianru remembered the trick to relax in the water, who would have known that just as she struggled to the surface, the huge splash made by Zong Yunqian sent her plunging down again. This time, surfacing again seemed utterly impossible, for she felt a powerful force underneath her feet, as if it were trying to suck her in.
Therefore, Zheng Nianru said Zong Yunqian had harmed her, and that was without a sliver of injustice.
"I know, I know," Zheng Congyuan responded, his heart aching so much he didn’t know how to reply. He lowered his head and reached for Zheng Nianru’s feet. She was taken aback, only then noticing that her feet, soaked all night in the river water, were wrinkled, peeling, and covered with sand and mud from the riverbank.
Zheng Nianru immediately noticed the problems with the feet she took such pride in and instinctively wanted to retract them.
"Don’t move—" Zheng Congyuan’s heart hurt even more as he took a silk handkerchief from his sleeve.
"Brother Crown Prince, there’s no need. I’ll go back and bathe, then apply some..." As Zheng Nianru spoke, she was insistent on pulling her feet back.
Zheng Congyuan wouldn’t let her, and all his attention was on those feet. He gently wiped the sand and mud with the silk handkerchief, and along with it, the small wounds came into view, one by one, in front of Zheng Congyuan. They weren’t large, but enough to make his heart ache.
Fu Dong immediately handed over a damp cloth. Zheng Congyuan took it and continued to wipe slowly.
Zheng Nianru watched, stunned. She had wanted to throw herself at him, to exploit Zheng Congyuan’s heartache and affection, to cling to his embrace for as long as possible, and not allow him to get out of the carriage until they reached Prince Duan’s Mansion.