Chapter 103 Obedient and Gentle He sat down beside Jiang Zhuoying, pondering...
He sat down beside Jiang Zhuoying, carefully choosing his tone, and said patiently in a low voice, "We shouldn't use too much lamb leg."
Jiang Zhuoying was silent for a few moments, then suddenly spoke up: "Is Your Highness's arm wound still serious?"
Qi Fan's eyes flickered slightly: "It's alright."
"Oh, what about the poison His Highness suffered from?"
He paused slightly, then said, "...It doesn't matter."
Jiang Zhuoying nodded: "Oh."
Silence returned to the tent. Qi Fan frowned and stopped her as he watched the tip of her chopsticks point toward the mutton again.
His tone was slightly somber: "A-Zhuo."
With a "bang," Jiang Zhuoying slammed down her chopsticks, lifted her skirt, and walked towards the corner of the tent.
Qi Fan was slightly taken aback, and stood up as well, only to see Jiang Zhuoying facing away from him, motionless against the corner of the wall.
"Princess."
He was silent for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, his tone was somewhat cold and hard.
Jiang Zhuoying felt a lump in her throat, and a sudden wave of grievance washed over her.
It wasn't a big deal to begin with; she's never been like this before...
“...Azhuo”.
I didn’t hear any footsteps, but a low, slow voice suddenly came from above my head, and warm breath swept across the back of my neck.
She immediately lowered her head and quickly raised her hand to rub her eyes, which were stinging uncontrollably.
I'm afraid someone will see me.
"Why are you crying?"
Jiang Zhuoying froze abruptly, her head lowered, her voice slightly hoarse: "Your Majesty, I didn't!"
"No?" His voice was slightly deep, and he suddenly reached out and lifted her chin.
Jiang Zhuoying was forced to look up, revealing her misty, tear-filled eyes.
"..."
My stubborn refusal to admit defeat suddenly flared up.
"Isn't Your Highness going to punish me by making me stand in the wall in repentance again? Isn't it good enough that I'm willing to accept the punishment? What else could Your Highness be dissatisfied with?"
Facing the wall in repentance?
Qi Fan was slightly taken aback, then narrowed his eyes: "How can you be so sure that I want to punish you?"
Jiang Zhuoying pursed her lips and did not answer.
The man wanted to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but Jiang Zhuoying suddenly turned her head away, causing his hand to miss its mark.
Qi Fan frowned, his eyes darkening.
He withdrew his hand, ignoring Jiang Zhuoying's attempts to stop him, and pulled her into his arms, holding her by the back of her legs.
He held her with one hand, and no matter how much Jiang Zhuoying pounded and scratched at him, he continued walking as usual, completely unmoved.
"My lord? The imperial physicians Zou, Li, Wang, and Liu, all dispatched by His Majesty, are waiting outside the tent! What do you think?"
Suddenly, Chu Yixin's high-pitched voice came from outside the screen, her tone full of excitement and joy.
Jiang Zhuoying was taken aback, tears welling up in her long eyelashes, her voice trembling with uncertainty: "Eunuch Chu? Weren't you injured?"
And she clearly remembered that Chu Yixin was seriously injured and remained unconscious until she was sent back to the camp.
"Oh, Your Highness is too kind. What kind of injury is this? This servant only wants to serve you and Your Highness every day!"
Jiang Zhuoying: "..."
She glanced at Qi Fan; Eunuch Chu was indeed loyal.
Since it was the imperial physician sent by the emperor, she took the opportunity to kick someone's thigh and said in a weak voice, "Your Majesty, I am not well dressed and would be grateful if you could take a look at me."
Qi Fan hesitated, then looked at her intently before placing her back on the bed and leaving.
Jiang Zhuoying patted her chest. Why was she feeling so wronged one moment, and then suddenly feeling like she was making a mountain out of a molehill the next?
As soon as the man left, Xiangyue and Xiangxing quickly came in to tidy her up.
His Majesty has actually sent all the imperial physicians from the hunting grounds, including the Emperor's own physician, Physician Zou.
I wonder if they're in a hurry to prove something?
However, her pregnancy was indeed confirmed. After the imperial physicians took her pulse one by one, they said some auspicious words and gave her some instructions before leaving.
Qi Fan followed Physician Zou out. Xiang Yue and Xiang Xing were busy serving her. One of them brought her some porridge, while the other gently comforted her.
"His Highness is, after all, the future emperor. How can you expect to win if you throw a tantrum at him, Miss?"
Jiang Zhuoying swallowed a mouthful of lotus seed and lily bulb rice porridge, glanced at Xiangxing again, and sighed softly: "...I know."
Her plan was clearly to be a virtuous and kind crown princess, but somehow she went astray.
Every time she lost her temper, Qi Fan's icy face made her a little scared.
I should have patiently admitted my mistake and then comforted the other party.
But for some reason, she just couldn't control herself...
I felt wronged.
When she feels wronged, her temper becomes even more uncontrollable...
Xiangxing leaned over and offered a suggestion: "Miss, you stayed at His Highness's villa for so long the other day, how did His Highness fall for you?"
Jiang Zhuoying's eyes flickered slightly, and her expression gradually became serious.
"This servant believes that, given that you were a maidservant at the time and were able to capture His Highness's heart, perhaps His Highness valued... your appearance? Your character? Or something else..."
"You just need to keep doing it that way..."
Jiang Zhuoying listened attentively with a mouthful of porridge in her mouth, nodding occasionally.
Xiangxing is right!
Why would she go to such lengths to become some kind of virtuous and gentle crown princess?
Not only did it cause her daily discomfort and pain, but it also caused her to constantly quarrel with Qi Fan.
As time goes on, both of them will suffer, and they might gradually drift apart.
So here's the question.
What exactly does Qi Fan like about her?
She needs to think this through carefully...
Xiangyue fed her a small wonton. Jiang Zhuoying glanced at her subconsciously and saw that Xiangyue was pouting, with tears welling up in her round eyes.
Jiang Zhuoying's eyes widened immediately: "What's wrong?"
Xiangyue kept shaking her head: "This servant just likes Miss too much. No matter what Miss does, this servant likes it. Miss, you are so kind..."
"Since you know how good I am, don't make me angry anymore." Jiang Zhuoying wrinkled her nose at her.
"Yes, I remember..." Xiangyue turned her head and rubbed against her arm.
Jiang Zhuoying found it amusing and reached out to touch her hair bun.
Suddenly, she paused.
She seems to know what Qi Fan likes about her!
The man returned to his tent, where he found the master and servants laughing and chatting happily.
He glanced at the table subconsciously and saw that Jiang Zhuoying was eating porridge. After a moment of silence, he walked over.
His aura was so powerful and oppressive that Xiangyue and Xiangxing consciously fell silent and stood up from either side of Jiang Zhuoying to curtsy and pay their respects.
Qi Fan glanced at the girl in the middle again, his expression calm, showing no sign of anger or frustration.
He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly: "All of you, step back."
...
Jiang Zhuoying looked at the person standing in front of her. He was dressed in a crimson-purple riding outfit with python patterns, and his aura was majestic.
This man had always been to her liking. She leaned forward and tugged at his hem, raising her head slightly, her peach blossom eyes revealing a charming question: "Crown Prince, why aren't you sitting down?"
Qi Fan narrowed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he didn't utter a sound.
Jiang Zhuoying stood up abruptly, grabbed his arm, and pressed his shoulder while standing on tiptoe: "Sit down."
Qi Fan sat down, but felt inexplicably uneasy.
Jiang Zhuoying wanted to serve him some porridge, but Qi Fan stopped her.
“No need to trouble Ah Zhuo.” His voice was slightly deep.
Jiang Zhuoying withdrew her hand and was pondering how to start the conversation when the man suddenly spoke again.
"I can serve myself the porridge."
Jiang Zhuoying glanced at him, somewhat puzzled.
The man then coughed lightly, and the tent fell silent instantly.
Jiang Zhuoying had almost finished her breakfast, and she turned her head to look at Qi Fan.
Seeing his calm and composed demeanor, his lowered eyes and composed expression, his movements neither too fast nor too slow, and even the frequency of his chewing remained even.
She pursed her lips, momentarily at a loss for words to interrupt the current situation.
After some thought, she has reached a conclusion.
Wasn't Qi Fan initially attracted to her by her obedient and gentle nature?
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Zhuoying pushed the bowl of wontons towards Qi Fan.
The man looked up, his eyes calm.
"Husband, you should try these wontons too, they taste delicious."
The change in address caused Qi Fan's pupils to widen slightly. His Adam's apple bobbed, and Jiang Zhuoying clearly saw the hesitation in his eyes.
Jiang Zhuoying: "..."
Ultimately, we can never go back to the way things were.
Her gaze shifted to her abdomen, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck her.
"Ouch~"
Jiang Zhuoying clutched her abdomen, her back slightly bent.
The man indeed turned around suddenly, his expression tense and serious, his voice strained: "What?"
She seized the opportunity to grab the other man's sleeve: "I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach, Your Highness, do you think the baby is kicking me?"
Qi Fan's originally solemn and tense expression gradually dissipated, and his furrowed brows returned to normal.
He wiped his mouth, his voice steady: "No."
After saying that, he put down his chopsticks and tried to get up.
Originally, she wanted to go out and summon the imperial physician. Although it wasn't for the reason she mentioned, it was still an abdominal discomfort, and having her pulse checked would put her at ease.
But the grip on his clothes suddenly tightened, and he looked down at it.
Seeing Jiang Zhuoying biting her lip, looking at him with a pitiful and aggrieved expression, she asked, "Does Crown Prince not want this child?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The man's face darkened instantly.
"Then why did Your Highness insist on leaving at this time, even though I have already said that I am feeling unwell?"
Qi Fan paused slightly, then sat down again, his expression serious: "Are you really feeling unwell?"
Jiang Zhuoying choked, raising her voice: "You don't believe me?"
She whimpered and sobbed, "Fine, don't believe me then! Leave me here all alone, heartbroken and in tears!"
"Your Highness is so cruel." She hummed halfway through, but didn't forget to secretly glance up at him.
Yes, that's how she always is: showing her vulnerability, crying a bit, and complaining a few times...
If Qi Fan was only 30% confident before, he is now 90% confident.
That heartless little thing is putting on an act again.
His expression softened slightly, and his tone returned to normal, no longer as tense as before.
"I will not leave."
Jiang Zhuoying paused slightly as she held onto his clothes.
The man lowered his eyes and stared at the thin, bluish veins on the back of her hand: "What can I do to make the Crown Princess feel better?"
Jiang Zhuoying sighed inwardly, this trick really worked.
Her fingertips moved upwards, tugging at the man's sleeve: "Husband, come closer, let A-Zhu lean on me for a while, I'm dizzy..."
Qi Fan raised an eyebrow slightly, agreeing to her request.
With this, Jiang Zhuoying felt even more confident.
She leaned lightly on the man's shoulder: "You're so kind, Crown Prince."
Qi Fan lowered his eyes and said, "Mm."
Jiang Zhuoying: "..."
Um?
“These past few days, the Crown Prince must have been exhausted and mentally drained. It’s all because A-Zhuo hasn’t fulfilled her responsibilities as Crown Princess.”
Before the man could speak, Jiang Zhuoying raised her hand and covered his lips again.
"But this is A-Zhuo's first pregnancy. She is both shocked and scared, and she can't control her temper."
"Brother Crown Prince, are you angry?"
She nuzzled against the man's shoulder: "Husband, could you please not hold it against A-Zhuo?"
She showed slight weakness, giving the other party a way out.
"Okay." His voice was slightly hoarse.
Jiang Zhuoying continued to push her luck: "Your Highness, you're so kind. I'm becoming more and more dependent on you."
-----------------------
Author's Note: What's the difference between Qi Gou and "the expressionless, upturned-lipped guy"? [Chin resting on hand]
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
