What does it feel like to suddenly transmigrate into a female-emperor world as a princess? Initially, I thought I'd be a second-generation rich and powerful, living a life of ease and luxury, e...
Seeing his angry expression, Wei Wangqing couldn't help but coax him, "Alright, don't be angry. Look what I brought you." With that, she took out a hairpin from her bosom and handed it to him.
Chen Zhiyan was overjoyed. Was she giving him a hairpin?
Calm down, calm down. They're already engaged, but she's still so happy because it means she's willing to stay with him forever and grow old together.
I am willing to grow old with her.
She must really like me to give me a hairpin. I shouldn't have misunderstood Your Highness.
Seeing that he was hesitant to answer, Wei Wangqing couldn't help but ask, "Don't you like it?"
"No, no." She said, almost snatching the hairpin away as she tightly gripped it in her hand.
This must be considered their token of love, Chen Zhiyan couldn't help but think.
But what should he give His Highness?
Wei Wangqing found the expression on the man's face indescribable, so he took out a string of beads from his pocket and handed it over.
The hairpin was originally bought for him, but later I thought it would be nice to give him the bracelet as well.
He simply grabbed the man's other hand and put it on him.
Yes, it's really good.
The beads were small, fitting perfectly on his wrist. His fair wrist and the prayer beads rested against each other, giving him a sense of tranquility and serenity with just one hand.
"Is it pretty?" Wei Wangqing asked, looking at the dazed Chen Zhiyan.
Chen Zhiyan was truly stunned. Watching His Highness take his hand and put the bead on his wrist, he felt as if he were in a dream. Even now, His Highness was still holding his hand.
Chen Zhiyan bit his tongue, forcing himself to calm down, and said, "It looks good."
After saying that, he felt it was too brief and didn't express his feelings at the moment, so he added, "I like it very much, thank you, Your Highness."
Then the two of them held hands, their eyes locked, as if they couldn't look away.
until.
"Young master, the lord wishes to see you," Sesame's announcement broke the atmosphere.
Wei Wangqing seemed to wake up with a start and immediately removed his hand.
For the first time, Chen Zhiyan felt that his father had come at the wrong time.
Poor Chen's father, with his kind heart, was just afraid that his son would suffer if he spent too much time with the Sixth Princess. Women, once you have them, you shouldn't value them anymore.
"Then I'll be going now, I'll come see you another day."
"Yes, Your Highness, please take care."
After watching the person leave, Chen Zhiyan couldn't help but smile as he touched the beads in his hand, as if they were aged wine that had been brewed for a long time, its fragrance growing stronger with age.
Chen Zhiyan also felt as if he were drunk.
Sesame was truly impressed by the Sixth Princess. What kind of magic did she possess that could make their young master both cry and laugh? He had gone from gloomy to cheerful after just one meeting.
"Oh, is this a gift from the Sixth Princess to you, young master?" Sesame asked, noticing the item in the young master's hand.
Chen Zhiyan inexplicably didn't want anyone to see, so she quickly put the hairpin into her bosom. Perhaps she didn't want others to know how good she was.
"Let's go back inside." His father's desire to see him was merely an excuse.
Sesame didn't have any particular thoughts; she was just happy for the young master. After all, if the young master was doing well, they, the servants, would also be doing well, and the young master treated them exceptionally well.
It seems that the Sixth Princess is easy to get along with, and they don't need to worry too much about their future son marrying into her family; they are just a little envious.
After all, it's very rare to find a wife who treats her husband so well.
When Wei Wangqing returned to the manor, he found it in complete chaos, as Zhang Tongyang had caused.
His good mood vanished instantly, and he said in a chilling tone, "What are you doing?"
Zhang Tongyang rubbed his nose. "I didn't do anything. I just heard that women in your Great Wei have a bunch of servants or something, so I wanted to see if you have any."
The result was satisfactory, because there was nothing.
But his voice grew softer and softer because he saw Wei Wangqing's face becoming increasingly grim.
The steward was also helpless; this young master ran straight to the back courtyard as soon as he entered, and there was no way to stop him.
The way they were acting was like they were catching someone in the act of adultery.
I wonder where His Highness brought it back from.
"How can you be so restless? Aren't you tired after all this traveling?"
Zhang Tongyang quickly tried to appease him, saying, "I'm not tired at all."
"That's perfect. Then you should move out. I'll help you find an inn." Wei Wangqing rubbed his temples. He had only thought of this because he remembered Chen Zhiyan's jealousy. He couldn't bring just anyone into the manor anymore, or it would cause misunderstandings.
It just so happens that Wu Changming, having opened a clinic, will also be moving out to live elsewhere.
"What do you mean? Are you trying to kick me out?" Zhang Tongyang's playful expression vanished instantly.
"How can I ask you to leave? You are, after all, a man. This place is different from your Southern Dynasty. It would cause gossip if a man like you lived in my residence."
"I don't care," Zhang Tongyang said nonchalantly. He was not the kind of person who would be burdened by his reputation.
"But I care, and someone else cares."
Zhang Tongyang noticed the seriousness in her eyes. He had sensed from the carriage earlier that she seemed to care about someone, which made him very uncomfortable.
"who?"
"My fiancé."
"You have a fiancé?" Zhang Tongyang asked, looking distraught.
Seeing his expression, Wei Wangqing guessed something. Could it be that it was what she was thinking?
Then we absolutely cannot let him live in the mansion.
"Yes, we're getting married soon. He'll be unhappy if you live here."
Zhang Tongyang forced a couple of laughs, "Haha, I never thought you'd be in this situation. I didn't realize you cared so much about your fiancé!"
"Um."
Zhang Tongyang felt he couldn't laugh anymore; he couldn't even force a smile. He needed to calm down first, so he turned and walked out.
Wei Wangqing instructed his steward to send two people to follow him and find him a place to stay.
Wei Wangqing felt somewhat guilty, but there was nothing she could do. She only had one heart, and it could only belong to one person.
Zhang Tongyang, who had just left the Sixth Princess's residence, was somewhat absent-minded and wandered aimlessly through the streets.
He was wondering why he was like this.
At first, he felt that Wei Wangqing was very different, but he thought it was just the difference between women from two different dynasties that gave him this feeling. After all, he had never seen a woman from the Northern Dynasty before.
During this time, he had also come into contact with women from the Northern Dynasty, but Wei Wangqing was still different in his heart. She gave people the feeling of being a contradictory combination.
Sometimes she can be very gentle and kind, but other times she can be frighteningly calm and cold.
Women in the Southern Dynasties were too delicate, while those in the Northern Dynasties were too masculine and manly.
On the contrary, Wei Wangqing seems to be a combination of the two, full of mystery and enticing people to delve deeper.
But it was too late; she already had a fiancé.
Moreover, she seemed to treat her fiancé very well.
Zhang Tongyang was somewhat dejected, only then realizing that the beauty already had someone else in her heart.
However, he noticed the two people following him not far away.
This person must still care about him; he still has a chance!
So what if you have someone else in your heart? You're not married yet, are you?
When did Zhang Tongyang give up so easily?
He wanted to see what kind of man could win her heart; could he compare to him?