Chapter 50 Will it be as good to cry when touched as if it were washed glass...

"Don't go." Zhaoran murmured again, his brows furrowed even deeper as he closed his eyes, but the strength in his hands did not relax at all.

"Your Highness?" Yin Zhiyi half-knelt and tried to pull his hand out, but it didn't move at all.

"this……"

She looked at Hua Cui beside her with some embarrassment, and noticed the flash of surprise on Hua Cui's face.

Hua Cui had seen big scenes before, so she reacted quickly and immediately moved a stool for her.

In this fictional supernatural world, the real Heavenly Master holds a high status among the wealthy and powerful families, and the royal family is no exception.

Seeing that Yin Zhiyi really had some ability, Hua Cui couldn't help but be respectful to him.

"I am really sorry to trouble Master Yin today. Why don't you wait until His Highness wakes up before leaving? This way, if His Highness has any problems, you will be able to find out in time."

Seeing that she had arranged everything with just a few words, Yin Zhiyi couldn't refuse.

-

Gurgle.

The bubbles in the water burst, making crisp sounds in my ears.

When the freezing well water flooded her head, Zhaoran felt the pain of the water pouring into her nasal cavity, and she was at a loss.

The desolate cold palace, the sarcastic old eunuch...

In a trance, I returned to the cold winter when I was seven years old.

The old eunuch pinched his throat and yelled, "You little bastard, you refused the poisoned wine and white silk that the Queen gave you, and you made us work so hard for you!"

"Drink! Give me more!"

…

The slap on her face was clearly burning with pain, and the suffocating feeling wrapped around her made her unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Is she a lowly creature in the cold palace, or a domineering princess in the eyes of others?

Did she really escape from the cage that trapped her? Or is it that everything is just a dream and she can't tell which is the dream and which is reality?

It seems like there is an abyss everywhere—

Until a pair of hands grabbed her.

"Your Highness, Your Highness? Are you awake?"

A warm and dry palm pressed against her sweaty forehead. Zhaoran suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of gentle and peaceful eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The light passed through the gauze curtain, casting a soft light on the girl. A few strands of black hair hung down. When she looked up, she seemed to be able to smell the fragrance on her body, which was different from the scent of powder that she smelled all year round. She reached out to touch her face.

But he was stopped by that person: "Your Highness? Would you like some water?"

"Just now there was still some residual evil energy in your body, so you had a nightmare. Now the evil energy has been completely forced out of your body."

Yin Zhiyi explained and took a few steps back without showing any expression.

Although this was her first time meeting the vicious second female lead, after all, she was the one who colluded with the original owner in the original novel, so she felt a little resistant psychologically.

When I saw she woke up, I immediately kept a safe distance away.

Zhaoran suddenly came back to his senses and realized that this was no longer a dream. He suppressed the gloom in his eyes.

She took the water Yin Zhiyi handed her and moistened her dry throat.

"You saved me?"

"I don't deserve it. I'm just a casual Taoist priest who happens to know some techniques for exorcising evil spirits."

Yin Zhiyi's tone was full of humility, but in his mind he was trying to find an excuse to leave quickly.

After all, she had told Yan Shiman that she would definitely go find him in an hour and a half at most.

Originally there was still plenty of time, but now because too much time was spent with the eldest princess, it would soon be too late.

"If your Highness has nothing to do, I will go and call Aunt Hua Cui."

Yin Zhiyi said this, bowed, and went out.

When she was about to step out of the room, the person on the couch asked coldly, "Does this palace allow you to leave?"

After Zhao Ran reacted, it took only a moment for her to return to her usual arrogant demeanor. Her face showed the fatigue after the nightmare, and her tone was full of impatience. She knocked on the edge of the bed and began to give orders: "Come here."

Yin Zhiyi couldn't understand why Zhaoran suddenly attacked her. She had just saved her, okay?

Zhaoran narrowed her eyes and her gaze fell on Yin Zhiyi's face. For some reason, she remembered the man's action of retreating just now.

This was clearly an action that was highly offensive to the royal dignity. If it were any other time, she would have had the man dragged out and beheaded.

Moreover, she also saw her miserable appearance.

She never leaves any evidence of herself to others.

But looking at this face, she only said in a moment: "Do you hate me?"

Yin Zhiyi was a little confused. Why did this suddenly come up?

She just said, "I dare not."

"That means you don't hate me. If you don't hate me, that means you like me. You like me? Then why don't you let me touch you?" Zhaoran suddenly laughed out loud, and her hand stopped a few centimeters away from Yin Zhiyi's face.

Yin Zhiyi felt that he could not understand Chinese. He knew every word, so why couldn't she understand when they were put together?

But she didn't dare to hide, for fear that she would be accused of hating the royal family. No wonder the book said that the vicious second female lead had a fickle personality, and it seems to be true.

Yin Zhiyi felt that his brain was a little confused: "Your Highness...you..."

Quite narcissistic.

Zhaoran admired the tense expression on her face. Originally he just wanted to tease her, but now he really wanted to pinch her.

Especially when meeting that pair of clear, shallow eyes.

She has pretty and bright facial features, but she has a pair of amber eyes, like alluring honey.

She suppressed the darkness in her eyes, wishing she could strangle the person to tears.

I just wonder if a pair of eyes like this would look as beautiful as washed glass when crying?

Fortunately——

"Your Highness!" Hua Cui's voice came unexpectedly, but very timely.

Yin Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped aside. He had no idea what was wrong with the eldest princess and her eyes looked creepy.

The worry in Hua Cui's tone turned into joy. She had been with His Highness since he was a child. To be honest, His Highness was like her own daughter in her heart. "That's great, he finally woke up. I was so worried!"

Before Yin Zhiyi could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhaoran called her again.

"You stay tonight." Zhao Ran has always been the kind of person who takes action when she wants to. Just like the male lovers and maids in her house before, she may not like them, but as long as she likes them, they must be hers. Even if she keeps them in her house like kittens and puppies, she would feel comfortable looking at them.

At the moment, she had the same thoughts about this person who suddenly aroused her interest.

She liked her...this face.

Yin Zhiyi didn't think there was anything wrong, but she felt that this vicious second female lead was quite careful about her life.

This can be considered as taking precautions before it happens. Maybe her previous guess was right. The water demon had planned it all along. The person in the dark might continue to attack her.

It is indeed much safer to have a Taoist priest in the mansion.

But thinking of Yan Shiman outside the mansion, Yin Zhiyi hurriedly said: "Your Highness, my brother also came with me to bid farewell to Yu County. I hope Your Highness..."

Before she finished her words, Zhao Ran said to Hua Cui, "Prepare two side rooms for them."

He didn't give Yin Zhiyi any reason to refuse and made the final decision with a strong force.

Yin Zhiyi originally wanted to say that she just wanted to go out and tell her brother, she didn’t want to cause any trouble. Even if Yan Shiman didn’t save the vicious second female lead this time, if the power of the plot was so strong that she still fell in love with Yan Shiman, what should she do?

But Zhaoran wouldn't listen to her, so for now she could only take things one step at a time.

-

As the sun sets, a dark figure is leaning against the window on the second floor of the tavern.

Yan Shiman stroked the edge of the wine glass with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on the end of the long street.

Until I saw that familiar figure.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly unconsciously, and he sat back at the table calmly.

The waiter was puzzled: "Sir, didn't you say the view by the window was great? Why are you sitting here again?"

Yan Shiman casually evaded the question by saying, "The wind was strong near the window and it messed up my hair."

The waiter had an expression of "I see" on his face and went back to greet other customers. He thought, this young man really likes beauty, which is really rare.

When Yin Zhiyi came up, he saw Yan Shiman drinking and eating leisurely.

Every gesture is elegant.

It made her, who was running over breathlessly, look extremely embarrassed.

She sat down opposite Yan Shiman, her face flushed from running so fast.

In fact, the physical fitness of her body has improved a lot during this period of time, but she still feels very tired every time she runs.

Before she could catch her breath, the young man opposite her said coldly, "Miss, you are a quarter of an hour late for the agreed time."

It seems like they are going to raise an army to hold someone accountable.

Yin Zhiyi felt that this man's cold face was very similar to the way her master scolded her when she was late for practice.

Every time she gets scolded.

For a moment, the familiar memory came to her mind, her scalp numbed, and she subconsciously begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I won't dare to do it next time."

Yan Shiman paused in his drinking and raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seemed that he didn't expect Yin Zhiyi to do this.

"Why do you want to apologize to me, miss? I don't mean to blame you, I just want to tell you that I waited for an hour and a half plus a quarter of an hour."

"That's all."

Yin Zhiyi: “…”

This weird tone is about to overflow, and that's all.

But she found something interesting.

She looked at Yan Shiman's cold and handsome face and couldn't help but teasing, "Yan Shiman, has anyone ever told you that you are actually quite childish?"

This time the person on the other side's face was really dark.

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County Princess's Mansion.

Yin Zhiyi hadn't looked carefully before, but only now noticed how many servants Zhaoran brought to the county lord's mansion.

Whenever the princess went out, even if it was just to enjoy the flowers, she would be accompanied by numerous carriages, horses and slaves.

In particular, Princess Zhaoran was deeply loved by the emperor.

No wonder it was so easy for Yan Shiman to enter the city in the original book.

With so many people around, it would be extremely easy to take advantage of the situation. Besides, the soldiers guarding the city did not dare to check the princess's ceremonial procession.

It is said that the defense of the imperial city is as airtight as an iron barrel, but Princess Zhaoran is a walking bug.

Not only this time, but later on, the protagonists sneaked into the palace through Princess Zhaoran.

It can be said that Zhaoran was an important tool man in the later period.

When Zhaoran heard Yin Zhiyi ask her to take her and her brother back to Shangjing, she agreed without hesitation.

Just what she wanted.

Originally, she was thinking of kidnapping the man and bringing him back to Beijing.

It’s much easier now.

"I wonder where Senior Brother Yin Tian is now? Is he also a wandering celestial master?" Zhao Ran was in a good mood and naturally took over the topic.

"I've already gone to my residence. Thank you, Your Highness, for the arrangement." Yin Zhiyi replied with a smile.

Zhao Ran also laughed, but her voice was even lower: "In that case, you don't have to go to the wing room, just stay and sleep with me."

Yin Zhiyi thought she had heard it wrong: "?"