[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: The Trickiling Sand in the Hourglass

Darius flicked Xion’s forehead and the smile on his face widened.

This was the first time anyone had seen His Grace smile so much in one day, especially after being touched so openly.

The abacus in guests’ minds was turning at full speed, considering the value of this black-haired beauty, but none were as fast as the Archduke himself.

Thinking about the wedding night, Darius somehow managed to rein himself in.

He helped Xion walk toward the center of the platform, his palm lingering on the thin waist. With a heavy sigh, he forced his attention elsewhere.

Even if news of the king’s death spread now, it would change nothing.

More than anything, he was interested in watching the expression on Nikolai’s face.

Firstly, Nikolai’s dear royal uncle had died. Now that was within the prince’s expectations, but the timing was wrong.

The hedonistic prince couldn’t openly declare the wish to fight for the throne now, nor could he delay Silas’s coronation.

Not to mention that Darius married Xion with the help of Silas.

Imagining Nikolai tearing his golden hair in frustration, the smirk on the Archduke’s lips widened even more.

There was no greater happiness than having your love rival face defeat from every side.

Darius was so ecstatic.

Meanwhile, Xion lightly pressed his chest. His heart was beating far too fast again. Too much attention, maybe. Or nerves.

He glanced at the crowd before him and blinked. His vision momentarily blurred, as if he hadn’t slept sufficiently in days. Well, considering the previous night, he really hadn’t.

The blurriness passed just as quickly, his vision sharpening like nothing had happened.

When he turned around to address the people present, his throat dried. He was only good at giving medical presentations, not marriage speeches!

Luckily, Darius came to save him. The Archduke simply gave the waiting minister a simple nod and led Xion toward their seat.

Xion felt his lips twitching upward. Ah, the feeling of having power was sweet.

With Darius beside him, the world had started to bend in his favor a little more easily.

As soon as he sat on the comfy cushion, he casually glanced at the people. Their faces clearly showed their inner turmoil.

But as Xion thought, no matter how dissatisfied or envious they were of Darius’ power, they could only put on a polite smile and raise their cups to toast the newly wedded couple.

Xion didn’t drink again. He didn’t want to get drunk and cause a mess. So, his share was also given to Darius.

The Archduke, as the head of the Darkhelm household, had to talk with some important guests.

"I’ll be back soon. If you’re bored, call for me—or just walk around. No need to suffer through conversations with people you don’t like, alright?"

While he instructed, he didn’t forget to drop a gentle kiss on Xion’s forehead.

Xion nodded. "Mhm."

He’d been seated for a while now, and oddly, his back felt a little numb. Even his legs felt heavier than they should. He chalked it up to wearing too many layers of ceremonial silk.

This time it was His Grace Xion, but what if?

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