Chapter 11 I will not disturb you any more.

The carriage galloped and arrived at the Regent's Palace in a short while.

Shen Xingwan lifted the car curtain and looked at the tall and solemn gate. Hesitantly, hesitating whether to put the gift down, turned around and went home.

But then she thought of Madam Shen's urging. If she really did that, she would have a hard time explaining herself when she returned.

Wucuo clenched the small token in his hand that he had been playing with all the way, and finally made up his mind and got off the carriage.

“Miss Shen, you are here.”

The door to the Prince Regent's Palace was wide open. Unlike the last time when the door was closed, the steward hurried out and bowed with a smile, "The prince has instructed that if you come, there is no need to inform us. Please come in."

Shen Xingwan was stunned for a moment.

The Regent's Palace was so confidential that one could not get close to it without a visiting card. Yet, they were completely defenseless against her.

She pursed her lips and asked the steward, "I heard that the prince was attacked and injured. Is it serious?"

"Injuried?"

The steward's smile faltered for a moment, then widened. He raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "You will know if you go and see for yourself."

Shen Xingwan nodded, told Feiyun to count the gifts, and was led to the mansion by the steward.

The steward led her to Yan Jinghuan's study and whispered, "Please come in. I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."

She was about to decline when the steward bowed respectfully and left.

There was not even a person on duty outside Yan Jinghuan's room, and there was no one to pass the message for her.

Shen Xingwan had no choice but to take a deep breath, reach out and gently push open the door.

There was no one outside, and the air was filled with his unique cold pine scent. Shen Xingwan was afraid of disturbing him, so she walked lightly and slowly into the inner room.

Turning the low-hanging curtain, Yan Jinghuan's figure gradually came into view.

He was wearing a dark blue suit and was sitting at his desk, frowning as he looked at a letter in his hand.

The light shone directly through the lattice window onto his sharp brows, reflecting the faint boredom in his eyes.

Next to the rosewood table stood a very pretty maid, wearing fresh bud-colored clothes, with narrow shoulders and a narrow waist. Her slender white hands were holding an ink stick and grinding it carefully in the inkstone with her head lowered.

Don't bother him anymore...

Shen Xingwan smacked his lips and felt guilty for no reason. He slowly backed away and tried to sneak out.

Yan Jinghuan raised his eyelids slightly, folded the letter in his hand and placed it beside the desk, looking at the rustling noise behind the curtain.

"come over."

"......" Shen Xingwan paused, closed his eyes, turned around and put on a smile, "I heard that you were injured, I wanted to come and see you."

Yan Jinghuan leaned back and looked at her from afar. The clear and cool ice in his eyes gradually melted and a faint smile appeared.

"Can you see clearly from such a distance? Come and see."

She glanced awkwardly at the maid grinding ink and said, "I'd better not disturb you anymore. I'll go home first."

Yan Jinghuan raised the corners of his long and narrow eyes slightly, and the smile in his eyes became even more intense.

He waved his hand slightly, and the maid beside him put down the ink stick and bowed and left.

Shen Xingwan didn't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to see the maid rolling her eyes at her with a cold face as she walked past her.

Shen Xingwan was a little puzzled. When she wanted to take a closer look, the maid had already closed the door and walked away.

She had something on her mind but was too lazy to delve into it. She took a deep breath and walked towards Yan Jinghuan. After greeting him, she decided to go home early.

She walked closer to Yan Jinghuan and looked him up and down. She saw that he had a rosy complexion and was not missing any limbs. He looked to be in good health.

"You're not hurt?"

Yan Jinghuan raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Do you really want me to get hurt?"

Shen Xingwan was stunned, and her face immediately blushed when he looked at her. "Since nothing happened, that's even better. Then, I'll leave first."

After saying that, she turned around and tried to escape. Yan Jinghuan reached out, easily grabbed her wrist, pulled it back, and pulled her back in front of him.

Shen Xingwan cried out, and just as she was about to struggle, he pressed her hand to his chest, frowned in pain and groaned, "It hurts here."

"Does it hurt?" Shen Xingwan thought she had hurt him, and nervously tried to pull open his clothes to check, but she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the faint smile in his eyes, and immediately realized that he was teasing her.

Shen Xingwan's face flushed with shame and anger. She pulled her hand out, glared at him fiercely, turned around and ran out.

This Yan Jinghuan, the regent, was said to be a very noble man who would never be interested in women. How come he behaves like a lecher?

Although it was broad daylight, there were only her and him in the study, a man and a woman alone. She didn't dare to stay there any longer, so she ran out, opened the door, and went home.

Shen Xingwan jogged along the way, and when she saw that he had no intention of catching up, she gradually slowed down and straightened her posture.

But when she straightened her clothes, she suddenly realized that the Regent's Palace was incredibly large. She had run too fast just now and had not paid any attention to the route. At this moment, she had no idea where she was.

She looked around and tried to walk forward, but it seemed like there were endless courtyards one after another, and she became more and more confused the further she walked.

"Sister Qing'er, please stop being upset. The Queen loves you so much, she will definitely make the decision for you."

"Yes, Sister Qing'er, we all know your position beside the prince, and no one can surpass you..."

Shen Xingwan suddenly heard someone talking behind the wall not far away. Although she didn't like listening to people gossiping, she was really lost at the moment, so she had to walk over to ask for directions.

"Sister Qing'er, now that you're back, does the Queen have any instructions? If the prince really marries the Miss Shen and takes the position of the princess, what will happen to the original noble lady from the Kingdom of Yan?"

"That's right, Sister Qing'er, you have been traveling between Yan and Wei for the past few years to deliver letters for the Queen. The Queen has already promised you that she will be the concubine after the prince gets married. Now that there is such a commotion, does it still count?"

"Stop talking! I don't know either."

A soft female voice rebuked and sighed, as if she was extremely aggrieved, "Your Majesty will not approve this marriage, but the prince just read your letter and did not make any comment, so I am not sure what the prince means."

Every word fell into Shen Xingwan's ears, making it difficult for her to move forward.

But the maids' chatter did not subside, and even became louder, as if they were standing up for the woman named Qing'er.

"I really don't know what the prince is thinking. Although Miss Shen is a noble lady of Wei, Wei is only a vassal state of Dayan after all. How can she compare to the nobility of a noble lady of Dayan?"

"Yes, I heard that the girl once rejected the prince's pursuit, which made the prince depressed for a long time. She was really ungrateful. I don't know what the prince saw in her that he would go against the queen's wishes and insist on marrying her."

Shen Xingwan really couldn't bear to listen any longer and wasn't interested in the secrets involved.

If Yan Jinghuan had found someone else, she would naturally give way to someone else and would never make things difficult for him.

She didn't want to stay any longer, so she turned around, walked around the wall, and appeared in front of the few people.

The three people behind the wall were startled. One of the maids was dressed particularly well and was obviously more prestigious. She immediately frowned and scolded, "Who are you? How did you get in?"

Qing'er raised her eyes and recognized her, but she curled her lips and said nothing.

Another maid saw Shen Xingwan's gorgeous dress, so she pulled the proud maid and asked Shen Xingwan, "You look like a lady from a noble family, but we didn't know which lady you received the invitation from. Who are you? If you want to get close to the prince, don't blame us for throwing you out."

Shen Xingwan touched the tip of his nose and said, "I might be the Miss Shen you are talking about."

The little maid was horrified and immediately looked at the more prominent maid. That maid was obviously also becoming timid and panicked, and tried to pull Qing'er's clothes.

Qing Er frowned and said, "Tsk." "Look at how little you have achieved, and you're so scared? It's still unclear whether she can marry into the family."

The maidservant who was more respected finally calmed down a little, and as if to give herself courage, she echoed: "Yes, if the queen doesn't agree, it may not be possible..."

"shut up!"

Suddenly there was a shout, and Shen Xingwan saw the manager running towards her in a hurry, lifting up his clothes.

The steward had beads of sweat on his forehead, and it was obvious that he was in a hurry. "Miss Shen, you don't need to report, you can enter and leave the palace freely, and you must not be rude!"

Shen Xingwan was about to speak when she saw Yan Jinghuan approaching and glancing at everyone with cold eyes.

"Your Majesty!"

Several maids immediately fell to their knees with weak legs, trembling unconsciously.

"You are getting better at being a good errand boy."

Yan Jinghuan sneered, lowered his eyes and glanced at the steward, "Is this how you rule?"

The steward knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the ground, "I am not a strict ruler, please punish me, Your Majesty."

Yan Jinghuan looked at him coldly.

"Kill those two, and send Yu Qing back to Yan State. Don't come back again."

After that, he stopped looking at them, turned around, took Shen Xingwan's hand, and softened his tone, "I'll take you back."

There were mournful cries behind him, and Shen Xingwan caught a glimpse of guards covering the maids' mouths and dragging them away.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but when she looked up and saw that he looked unhappy, she didn't dare to say anything.

He was tall and had a wide stride. Shen Xingwan was pulled by him and almost had to jog to keep up with him.

Yan Jinghuan noticed it, held her hand tightly and slowed down his pace.

Shen Xingwan finally had some free time, and couldn't help but tentatively said, "If there is someone else you want to marry, I will also..."

Yan Jinghuan turned his head to look at her. The little girl was walking in a hurry, her face was flushed, she was breathing slightly, and she was looking at him very seriously with her eyes open.

“No one else,” he said.

"Yu Qing was my mother's attendant. I have never touched her."

"......" Shen Xingwan blushed and began to avoid looking, "Your Majesty, there is no need to tell me this."

Yan Jinghuan stopped and looked down at her, his eyes clear yet scorching.

"I want to say it."

"oh."

Shen Xingwan's face looked like a cooked river shrimp, and the heat rising from her neck seemed to steam her.

His eyes seemed to have substance, burning her so much that she almost couldn't stand. She struggled a little, trying to pull her hand free, but he held it even tighter.

Seeing that she was so shy, Yan Jinghuan smiled faintly, said nothing more, and just held her hand and led her towards the gate of the mansion.

Yan Jinghuan spoke only when he reached Shen Xingwan's car.

"I was indeed attacked yesterday." He said softly. Seeing her raise her eyes with worry, he smiled, "But it's nothing serious, don't worry."

"I still have a lot of things to investigate and finish, so I may not have much time to spend with you."

Yan Jinghuan raised his hand and gathered the hair that was scattered on her cheek behind her ear.

The cool fingertips brushed across her cheek, causing her to shudder.

Yan Jinghuan saw this and his eyes became even gentler.

"Don't worry, just wait for marriage."

The wind suddenly rises, blowing the fallen leaves.

Yan Jinghuan stood against the wind, his tall figure blocked all the cold wind, not even a bit of it blew onto Shen Xingwan.

Shen Xingwan's heart moved slightly. He lowered his eyes, bowed, turned around and got on the carriage.

The car was light and the horse was fast, speeding on the wide street. Although it was a flat road, Shen Xingwan unexpectedly felt it was a bit bumpy.

She was so dizzy that her heart was beating wildly and didn't stop for a long time.