Aidan lifted the shivering Brody and sat her against a log by the roadside.
Brody, trembling, grabbed Aidan’s arm.
Fortunately, not much time had passed.
“Brody, hold on for a moment. I’ll quickly take out the arrow…”
Aidan gently comforted Brody, pulling her close to lean against him.
But Brody pushed him away, cutting him off.
“No, Your Highness. You come first.”
Struggling to maintain her strength, Brody tried to sit upright, gripping her slipping hand.
One minute after the poison entered? He wasn’t sure if he was able to tell the time correctly in his daze, but he thought that at least 5 minutes hadn’t passed.
“I’m fine, take care of yourself first…”
Aidan, unable to contain himself, looked at Brody with passionate eyes.
“Your Highness, that poison,”
Brody spoke in gasps, taking breaks to breathe.
“If 5 minutes pass, at least the arm must be cut off. If more time passes, I can’t guarantee that the life can be saved.”
Brody deeply furrowed her brow.
This poison was originally prepared by Brody to assassinate Aidan.
Surely, it wouldn’t cause Aidan’s death now.
That thought made Brody anxious.
‘I absolutely can’t see him like that.’
Although her face was pale and weak, her eyes were firm.
Aidan felt an inexplicable thrill at her expression, his eyelids reddening.
Brody tried to tie Aidan’s arm with torn cloth, but her strength failed her.
Seeing this, Aidan attempted to tear the cloth himself, but Brody stopped him, warning that movement would spread the poison more quickly.
In her dilemma, Brody caused a plant to sprout on Aidan’s arm. A green, tenacious plant grew, binding Aidan’s muscular arm.
Aidan kept looking at her use of power with displeasure, but there was no alternative.
If he died now, could Brody save her life?
Every minute felt like an hour. Thick beads of sweat ran down Aidan’s forehead.
Even after that, Brody grew several more plants from the ground.
Leaves, stems, petals were harvested in precise amounts and delicately prepared.
She kept feeling dizzy, biting her lip to stave it off.
‘When I wanted to faint earlier, it didn’t happen.’
Brody cursed her own body in annoyance as she finished preparing the medicine.
“Drink this.”
Aidan, who had been watching Brody prepare the medicine with a mix of reverence and sorrow, cautiously accepted the medicine she offered.
“Chew it… thoroughly…”
Wanting to heal himself quickly so he could then tend to Brody, Aidan initially tried to swallow it hastily, but at Brody’s insistence, he chewed it diligently and quickly.
Soon after, the violet streaks in his veins began to fade as the medicine took effect.
After checking a few more symptoms, Brody finally let out a sigh of relief and removed the plant binding his arm.
Now it was Brody’s turn.
With the assurance that Aidan was safe, pain surged through her body like a tide.
Brody’s body leaned forward.
“Brody.”
Aidan quickly caught her, preventing her from collapsing, and propped her against a tree, quickly doing several things necessary for her treatment.
Carefully tearing her clothes, her shoulder blade was exposed, and the wound where the arrow had struck was visible. Fortunately, it had missed any vital points, so the arrow itself wouldn’t be a major problem.
But having overexerted her abilities and with conflicting energies sweeping through her body, her body temperature was dropping significantly.
Immediate first aid and raising her body temperature were the priorities.
“Brody, Brody, please. Just hold on a little longer. Just a little…”
Aidan held Brody’s face, stroking it several times, then soaked a cloth in water and put it in her mouth.
Unable to support herself, Brody was lifted onto Aidan’s lap, embraced as if holding her, and after sterilizing and adjusting the temperature of the dagger, he carefully brought it to the location of the arrow.
“Ah.”
Startled, Brody’s body jolted, but she soon slumped down, as if she had no strength to suffer.
The rapid breath pouring over Aidan’s shoulder seemed to be the only response she could make.
His shoulder felt as hot as if it had been burned by fire.
He gritted his teeth, creating wrinkles in his cheek, sprinkled hemostatic, and wrapped it with linen.
The next moment, Brody’s body began to twitch, her whole body shaking and trembling as if she had been electrocuted.
Shock had set in.
“Brody, damn! Brody!”
Aidan lifted Brody, but her body just sagged like soaked cotton.
Brody, unable to open her eyes, spat out words with pale blue lips.
“It’s cold… Your Majesty, too much…”
If only, if only I could be in pain instead. It hurt as if a piece of ice had been stuck in the heart.
Aidan held Brody tightly and pressed his lips to her forehead and cheek in turn.
Her head was boiling with fever, but her body was generally cold.
“I will never, never let you die, never.”
He vowed, took off all his clothes and put them on Brody. It was loose because of the size difference, but it was good for hypothermia. He dressed her in all the clothes he could, wrapped her in cloth, and boiled water.
He filled a leather pouch with hot water and placed it under her armpits and on her stomach, then took hot water into his mouth and dribbled it into Brody’s mouth bit by bit.
Boiled water at the right temperature flowed into her lips.
Her lips, wounded from biting, and torn inside her mouth, hurt, but Brody frowned, not refusing, and quietly accepted the water.
She seemed to see Aidan’s face several times between her blinking eyes.
‘The person called Bingbyeok Duke… crying…’
Thinking it might not be a dream, Brody soon sank into darkness.
[This is a time separator.]The sticky dream clung horribly.
Is it a dream? It must be a dream, right?
From where to where?
From her family of Doyeon to the people Brody met, Jax and River, the empress, and the female prisoners, various people took turns tormenting her.
Sweating profusely, she woke from the dream, but then it continued.
If I was going to be possessed, I’d rather be a wealthy noble young lady. What’s this?
Did I ask for something great? I just wanted to live quietly and peacefully.
She writhed in agony, feeling like the dream would never end.
The scariest dream was one where she killed Aidan.
It seemed like she poisoned him to death, but soon Brody’s nails had dug into his arm, and blood was oozing from between.
Even as he died from what happened to him, he kept reassuring Brody that it was okay.
Brody was stiff all over, unable to scream and cry or touch him.
Only tears flowed.
The next moment, no, maybe it wasn’t a continuous moment since it was a dream.
Anyway, another dream unfolded.
Aidan carefully held her in a soft blanket.
Brody’s body, twice the thickness of her arms, and a chest as if wearing armor, stably wrapped around her.
Feeling the warmth of the hot water pouch, Brody unconsciously snuggled into Aidan’s arms.
Her trembling chin pressed against his arm and gradually quieted down.
It was warm and comforting.
He caressed her head as if she were a child, kissed her forehead, and patted her back.
Her nose kept tingling, so Brody buried her forehead in his neck.
His crying face came to her mind again.
Even though he was a beautiful man who cried, for some reason, Brody didn’t like to see him cry.
Brody stroked his sturdy shoulder that her hand touched and murmured in a soft voice, “I’m fine. It’s okay.”
Perhaps it was a feeling, but the nightmare seemed to gradually get better.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
