Lu Cijian looked at the person who was covered up completely, with only a fluffy little head showing, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He said in a hoarse voice, "Mianmian, put on your clothes first. These are clean clothes that I asked the maids in the palace to bring."
As he spoke, he turned his back and didn't dare to look at the people behind him anymore.
Jiang Yimian then belatedly realized something was wrong, feeling a chill in front of her.
Looking down, I realized that the thin string holding my undergarment at my waist had come undone.
She was taken aback, and then, recalling Lu Cijian's strange behavior earlier, she immediately understood what was going on and felt a little embarrassed.
But when he saw the young man's exceptionally upright posture and his ears that were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, he chuckled and muttered under his breath, "Lord Lu, are you doing this on purpose?"
They said they were speaking softly, but the room was really quiet, and the two of them weren't far apart.
The girl's words, tinged with reproach, were soft and gentle, only causing the heat that Lu Cijian had finally managed to suppress to spread again. The scene in his mind instantly flashed before his eyes, and he could only stammer, "I, I didn't mean to."
His hands, which had been hanging by his sides, tightened unconsciously, and the delicate touch on them made the tips of his ears turn even redder.
Although the two were already engaged, their most intimate contact had been a kiss. This unexpected incident left him somewhat at a loss.
The sensation on his hand seemed to linger, making his breathing heavier.
He had only one thought in his mind: to marry Mianmian as soon as possible.
He didn't want to wait any longer.
Jiang Yimian smiled as she watched the young man's body tense up for a moment; this guy was really easy to tease.
After quickly getting dressed, she felt that the throbbing pain in her back had subsided, leaving only a slight burning sensation.
Looking at the medicine on the table, he realized that Lu Cijian was using the ointment that Old Chen had given him.
The effect was indeed quite good, to the point that she couldn't quite tell which medicinal herbs were used.
I must find that old man and ask him properly when I have the chance.
She then continued, "When did the Empress Dowager and the Marquis of Anding leave?"
Upon hearing this, the young man finally turned around. The embarrassment on his handsome face had disappeared. He said seriously, "Back when you were being pampered on the ground by Tu Kun, and everyone was worried..."
The Empress Dowager excused herself, saying she wasn't feeling well, and left first. As for the Marquis of Anding, he waited a while before leaving. Don't worry, I sent someone to follow him from a distance.
The two of them should have just met.
The timing of these two was indeed excellent. At that time, Mianmian was injured, and everyone was terrified. Their attention was focused on the competition stage, and they didn't even realize that the two of them were not there.
Even if they are later found to be missing, the two people will not be connected.
Jiang Yimian was relieved. "Then let's go take a look. Since those two are so cautious, the people who go with them will definitely not dare to get too close."
Besides, we should see it for ourselves.
Inside the abandoned palace.
As soon as Marquis An Ding entered the palace through a secluded path, he immediately spotted someone who seemed completely out of place in the dusty, cobweb-covered room.
In the center of the dimly lit room stood a graceful and elegant woman, still dressed in her palace attire, though in this...
Despite the dilapidated surroundings, the woman's air of nobility remained undiminished, making her seem unapproachable from afar.
Lu Chengyuan stared intently at the figure for a long while before calling out, "Ying'er, you've finally agreed to see me."
So many years have passed, and Ying'er seems to have not changed at all, but he has aged a lot.
Come to think of it, they haven't seen each other in a long time.
Upon hearing this form of address, the Empress Dowager stiffened slightly for a moment, but still did not turn to look at him. She simply said with displeasure, "What do you want to say to me? There shouldn't be much to say between us now. If you want to do something, you don't need to tell me."
Ultimately, those things no longer hold much appeal for her now.
Lu Chengyuan paused, a bitter look on his aged face. "Ying'er, are you still angry with me? It's not what you think. I didn't really want to keep that bitch's child."
I only sent him back to the capital for my own sake, but this kid is just as cunning as that slut. He avoided the people of the Marquis's mansion and returned to the capital on his own, almost bringing ruin to the entire Marquis's mansion.
Ying'er, believe me, you've always been the only one in my heart.
As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, grabbed the other person, and pulled him into a tight embrace.
Zhang Ying gasped softly in fright, and said nervously, "Let go! Let go of me! I am the Empress Dowager! What will people think if they see this?"
Lu Chengyuan held the person in his arms tightly, his face showing a hint of nostalgia. "Ying'er, don't worry, I have people outside. No one can come in."
We haven't seen each other in so long, and it's been so long since we've hugged like this.
The last time they hugged each other so recklessly was before Ying'er entered the palace.
That night, he was going to elope with Ying'er, but later, Ying'er pushed him away.
After that, he remained the young marquis praised by everyone, but Ying'er entered the palace and became the emperor's concubine.
He originally thought that this was how it would always be between him and Ying'er, spending their days wandering between taverns and getting drunk forever.
It was around that time that he met Li Qingmeng. He had intended to be a source of amusement, but he found that he seemed to be able to forget Ying'er when he was with this person.
Just as he was about to forget Ying'er, Ying'er handed him a letter and asked to meet him.
That time, they consummated their marriage.
What happened next was unbelievable even to him, but it happened. He and Ying'er met frequently, as if they had returned to the way they used to be.
Back then, he felt like he was floating on air, and he felt like the happiest man in the world.
Seeing that she couldn't break free from the other person, Zhang Ying was too lazy to waste any more energy. Leaning against the person behind her, she said with dissatisfaction, "What do you plan to do with Li Qingmeng's bastard child? I shouldn't have been soft-hearted back then. I should have let him and that bitch die together."
The thought of what she had heard from the palace maids about Lu Cijian made her grit her teeth in hatred.
Why is it that the bastard child born of that slut is so outstanding and praised so much, when he is clearly just a lowly thing born of a merchant's daughter?
She hadn't shown such emotion in many years; she was especially annoyed whenever it came to that bitch Li Qingmeng.
She had simply killed the other person back then, and now she only felt a little regretful. She should have tortured that bitch properly.
That bitch died so easily; it was too good for her.
Lu Chengyuan comforted the person in his arms, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, "Ying'er, don't worry, I will not let Lu Cijian go. If it weren't for him, how could the Marquis of Anding's mansion have fallen to this state?"
Lin'er wouldn't have had to marry such a useless man, almost dragging the entire Marquis's mansion down with the Xue family. I'll make sure he suffers a terrible death."
Jiang Yimian and Lu Cijian had just slipped past the people outside the palace when they heard these words.
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