I'm competing with the male lead for a woman[GL]

Chapter 173: My wife is unfeeling, but I love her even more.

Xiao Jin slept in a dazed state for a long time. Sleeping on soft bedding, she rarely had any dreams.

However, in the middle of the night, she was gently embraced by a pair of hands, and lips and nose pressed against her, touching her neck.

It was like a dragonfly skimming over water before she was lifted up and placed into a steaming hot bath.

Delicate and warm fingers lightly washed her, smoothing out her furrowed brows. A peaceful night's sleep.

After a few more days, Xiao Jin was in the palace watching the young palace maids sweeping the snow when suddenly a series of footsteps sounded outside.

Fragments of snow fluttered into the hall as someone in a pristine white robe, with billowing sleeves, rushed in like a cloud.

Xiao Jin stared at the person with an elaborate coiled bun on her head and a faint expression of sorrow between her eyebrows.

She touched the jade ring on her finger and called out, "Aunt."

Princess Zhao Hua stood by the threshold and walked over with hesitant steps.

When she reached Xiao Jin, she raised her trembling hand but didn't know where to place it.

In the end, she could only hold Xiao Jin's face and muttered, "Jin'er, don't be afraid, Aunt is here, Aunt is here."

Xiao Jin felt somewhat helpless being held by Princess Zhao Hua, who was almost the same age as her.

Looking at the tears welling up in the person's eyes in front of her, who then lowered her head, struggling not to let the tears fall, Xiao Jin couldn't help but feel a mix of laughter and tears in her heart.

Who was comforting whom in the end? With this thought in her mind, she smiled and said, "Aunt, don't cry, I'm fine."

Just as she called her aunt, Xiao Jin inevitably thought of another aunt.

Lost in her thoughts for a moment, she didn't know what Princess Zhao Hua was saying anymore.

When she came back to her senses, a few more people had arrived at the threshold.

Behind Bai Zheng stood Old Zhang and Bai Zhu, standing in the snowy landscape and smiling at her.

The once desolate hall suddenly became filled with the presence of many people.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Xiao Jin received everyone's condolences one by one, suddenly feeling like she was some kind of mascot or heavyweight leader. Familiar faces appeared before her, which should have been a good thing.

Unfortunately, Xiao Jin hadn't spoken so much in a long time, and for a moment, it felt a bit taxing on her throat to converse with people.

She picked up a cup of tea to moisten her throat and glanced out the window, catching a glimpse of a black sleeve floating under the pagoda tree.

In an instant, it disappeared.

A month passed, and the hall underwent some changes. Bai Zheng, accompanied by Bai Qin and the girls from Yanyu Building, often played some silk and bamboo music.

Sometimes it was Han Palace Autumn Moon, and other times it was Spring Snow.

As an ordinary person, Xiao Jin naturally couldn't discern the difference between the two.

Bai Zhu and Old Zhang took their seats on the side, knowing nothing about music, but simply acting as emotionless applause machines.

After the girls playing the pipa put down their instruments, they became lively and unrestrained, surrounding Xiao Jin and giggling, "Your Highness, Your Highness, which piece do you like?"