Chapter 141 Just Spoil Her

When Qiao Yihuan saw the scene in front of him, he felt a surge of hot blood rushing to the top of his head, and his hands clenched into fists uncontrollably.

After a moment, she turned and left, expressionless.

Xiaoying quickly caught up with her. Looking at her back, she didn't dare to say what she wanted to say, so she could only follow behind her in silence.

After walking for a long time, Xiaoying couldn't help but said, "Miss, are you okay? Don't be sad, Miss Guo said that His Highness thinks so highly of you, and you are still the most important in His Highness' heart!"

Qiao Yihuan suddenly stopped and looked back at her. Xiaoying felt a little uneasy when she saw the cold look on her face. But the next moment, she saw the young lady raise her gentle and docile smile as usual.

"Miss?"

Qiao Yihuan chuckled, "I'm fine, don't worry about me. Whether His Highness has me in his heart or not is His Highness' business, I just need to do my best. Xiaoying, you should go and have a rest too, I also plan to take a nap, we still have to go and light lanterns in the evening!"

The former young lady came back again, and Xiaoying nodded immediately, "Yes, young lady!"

Qiao Yihuan watched Xiaoying return to the ear room and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past, His Highness only took extra care of Qiao Wanyan for his own sake. But now, His Highness treats her differently.

He would take care of her emotions, help her out in public, and look for her in private.

Yanran once told herself that she was the protagonist of this world. She could get everyone's love without fighting or competing, and she could have wealth and honor without any effort.

But everything changed since he prepared a bucket of ginger at the palace banquet on the Wanshou Festival in the hope of becoming famous.

The Emperor blamed me in public. I had diarrhea in front of His Highness, the young marquis, and the princess. His Highness scolded me for being different than before because of Qiao Wanyan. His Highness, who used to send me gifts from time to time, hasn't sent anyone to send me gifts for a long time, and has never met me under the pretext of a banquet.

I shouldn't have asked for too much in the beginning, and I shouldn't have prepared that bucket of ginger.

She got nothing, but Qiao Wanyan's dance amazed everyone. After the palace banquet, she and the two daughters of the Qiao family became two extremes in contrast.

Qiao Yihuan looked at a big tree in the yard that had sprouted new buds. He moved his eyes upwards to look at the emerald green sprouts on the top, his expression gentle.

I should not fight or compete.

Just like before, it will return to the past.

Born a concubine's daughter, but born to be the protagonist.

Qiao Yihuan stood under the tree for a long time. After a while, she turned around and saw Jiang Qiyun passing by outside the yard. She called out to stop him, "Qiyun?"

Jiang Qiyun turned his head and said, "Sister Yihuan, you are here. Didn't you say you were going back to the meditation room to rest?"

Qiao Yi smiled and said, "I can't sleep. The sun is shining brightly at noon, so I thought of going outside to bask in the sun."

Jiang Qiyun didn't know how to face her. He had promised her something a long time ago, but she broke her promise.

"I'm sorry about that set of Tongcao flowers... But don't worry, Sister Yihuan, I will definitely ask the craftsman to make another set for you! Even if that old man says he won't make it for me, I will find other craftsmen!"

But it is hard to find, otherwise the tongcao flower would not be so precious.

The sunlight shone through the branches onto her face. Qiao Yihuan was not as delicate as Qiao Wanyan, and her beauty did not look like a real person.

Her beauty is quiet and peaceful, like a soft painting.

She was wearing a white gauze skirt and had her face bare. The faint smile on the corners of her mouth seemed to be able to dispel the haze in people's hearts in an instant.

Harmless, weak, gentle.

Like a lotus flower that emerges from the mud without being stained.

"Qi Yun doesn't need to feel so guilty. It's just a set of Tongcao flowers. I gave it to Wanyan and not to anyone else. I'm not angry."

After hearing this, Jiang Qiyun felt even more guilty.

But besides feeling guilty, he always felt that Sister Yihuan in front of him was a little strange, and for no reason he felt that something was wrong.

Qiao Yihuan said softly, "If you really feel bad for me, can you help me prepare the prayer lanterns? I want to fly the prayer lanterns tonight!"

Jiang Qiyun agreed immediately, "Okay, I'll have someone prepare it and send it to you right away."

Qiao Yihuan smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Qiyun walked to the gate of the courtyard and turned back to look at her again, looking as gentle as ever.

But he didn't know if he was overthinking it, he always felt that the smile was not in his eyes, but only on the surface.

After leaving the Zen temple, Jiang Qiyun asked someone to send some of the best prayer lanterns to Qiao Yihuan.

The servant said, "Young Marquis, the best batch of thin rice paper prayer lanterns have been sent to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness Prince Jing, and His Royal Highness the Princess. By the way, some were also sent to Second Miss Qiao, as there really is no more. However, there are still some prayer lanterns made of cotton paper."

Jiang Qiyun raised his eyebrows: "Qiao Wanyan? What did Dad send her for? How much did he take?"

"Five."

Jiang Qiyun's expression changed. "I'll go get one. Two will be enough for her and the little girl."

Qiao Wanyan had the couch moved outside. The weather was sunny at noon, so she took a nap with her eyes closed in the sun. Zi Yuan was massaging her calves.

The door of the Zen room was open, and Yun Yao was sitting at the door, painting on the prayer lantern, looking very happy.

As soon as Jiang Qiyun came in, he saw Qiao Wanyan resting on the couch with her eyes closed, her arms lightly resting on the carpet, her slender, white fingers slightly curled, as soft as white porcelain.

The beauty lying on the couch is as quiet and beautiful as a carefully crafted painting, making the mediocre courtyard look like a paradise on earth.

Jiang Qiyun swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. How did he fall asleep?

The early spring breeze was warm and gently caressed her cheeks. A few strands of hair were blown up by it. Qiao Wanyan turned over comfortably and faced one side.

She hadn't opened her eyes yet, and because she was half awake, her voice was a little nasal, "Puppy Lu?"

In the distance, Lu Jinye seemed to be enjoying this rare comfortable weather as well. He sat on the railing under the porch, fiddling with a piece of dogtail grass in his hand.

His eyes were slightly narrowed and looked a little careless because the sunlight was too dazzling.

There were sparrows pacing back and forth under his feet. When they noticed that Lu Jinye had stood up, they quickly spread their wings and flew away.

There was no response. Qiao Wanyan said lazily, "Huhuhuhuhu..."

Lu Jinye approached, "I barked, do you really think I'm a dog?"

Qiao Wanyan still didn't open her eyes. "The sun is too bright. Hold an umbrella for me."

Lu Jinye secretly said something hypocritical, "Why don't you just face the other side? Or go into the house and sleep."

Zi Yuan sighed softly, "Why are you so talkative? Miss will not turn over if she is comfortable facing the other side. It is a little cool in the room, so Miss is willing to sleep outside!"

Lu Jinye gave her a cold look and said, "Just indulge her."