People always say that the third daughter of the Wei family has good fortune. Born into wealth and nobility, with elegant and beautiful features, she is destined to marry a satisfactory husband and...
“No, that’s not how it is, young lady. The master and the others were outside at the time. I genuinely thought the young prince was going to use his internal energy to force-feed you the medicine, so I was keeping an eye on the outside of the window for him. But when I turned around, I saw him…”
Zi Qiao blushed and lowered her head, her words conveying a clear meaning even without being spoken.
Wei Shuwan remained silent for a long time. Zi Qiao cautiously looked up at her expression and found that she was still blushing. She didn't know whether it was from shyness or anger, so she could only tentatively persuade her, "Miss, you were on the verge of death at that time. Of course, saving your life was the most important thing. Do you want to be like those martyrs who value their reputation over their lives? The young prince was just trying to help you..."
The first few sentences seemed sincere, but even Zi Qiao herself didn't quite believe the last one.
Although she had never been married, she wasn't stupid. Looking at the young prince's expression at that time, she saw he wasn't reluctant at all, and even seemed to enjoy it a little. But if she were to say all this out loud, wouldn't her young lady be furious?
Seeing that Wei Shuwan's expression did not become more unpleasant, and that she seemed to have been persuaded by these words, Ziqiao continued to advise, "After all, Miss is engaged to the young prince, and this was bound to happen sooner or later. So there's really no question of whether it's a loss or not."
After a long silence, Wei Shuwan suddenly threw off the brocade quilt and slipped inside like an eel. Turning back to the inside, she whispered, "I'm sleepy, you can get out."
Hearing that there was no more movement behind her, she turned around again, lay flat on her back, and stared blankly at Cheng Chen above her head.
She understood these principles, but she still felt an inexplicable awkwardness and shame. Yet, she had nowhere to vent this anger, because he had just saved her life, and therefore she felt obligated to thank him…