The Daily Life of Consort Chun Winning by Lying Down: Qing Dynasty Transmigration

Transmigrated to become a maid in the household of the Fourth Prince Hongli, Su Yushan trembled. She realized that when Hongli later ascended the throne as Emperor, she was highly likely to become ...

Chapter Thirty: Su Yushan Feels Guilty

"Is this kid doing this on purpose?" Hongli casually tossed the purple morning glory he had just picked at him and scoffed, "Stop being so pretentious. You're such a chatterbox."

Hongzhou caught the flower and pinned it to Yunmeng's hair, saying, "Such a beautiful flower is only worthy of a beautiful woman."

As they chatted, they arrived at the lakeside. Everyone boarded the boat in turn. Hongli and Hongzhou went into the cabin to enjoy tea, while Su Yushan wanted to see the scenery, so she stood alone at the bow of the boat, feeling the cool lake breeze on her face.

Just as she was admiring the beautiful scenery, she suddenly noticed several people standing on the shore, one of whom looked exactly like Zheng Lin!

Su Yushan's heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself, "Could it be such a coincidence that I ran into him as soon as I stepped out?"

In a panic, Su Yushan didn't dare to linger. She turned around, crouched down, lifted the curtain, and entered the cabin.

Once inside, she straightened her dress, sat down, took a sip of her floral tea, and forced herself to remain calm.

She was all smiles just a moment ago, so why did her expression change after she came back? Noticing her unease, Hongli turned to her and asked what was wrong.

"What happened? Are you feeling unwell?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Su Yushan blinked her eyelashes and chuckled dryly, "You're right, it is indeed windy on the lake. Even wearing a cloak isn't enough; it makes my forehead hurt."

Her eyes flickered noticeably, and Hongli sensed something was wrong. However, since there were many people around, he couldn't ask her any questions. So he told her to sit down and rest, and drink some tea to warm herself up.

Holding the porcelain teacup, she was flustered. At this moment, she was not sure if the person she had just seen was Zheng Lin. Perhaps she had seen wrong? After all, she had only met Zheng Lin once and did not have a deep impression of him.