Chapter 55 Allergy "Ah Ying..." the man murmured...
“Ah Ying…”
The man murmured to himself, then suddenly knelt down in front of her with a thud: "I was wrong, please... can you give me another chance?"
Jiang Zhuoying, who was crouching behind the bushes, opened her mouth in shock and covered her mouth and nose with her hand.
Fu Ce and Jiang Ying?
But since they have this connection, why do her uncles want to marry Jiang Ying off to the Third Prince?
Fu Cesheng was born with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He was also the heir of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion. What was wrong with his family background, appearance, and character?
Not far away came Jiang Ying's voice, which was both tearful and crisp: "Fu Ce, you should know that not everything in this world will go as you wish."
"The marriage is now basically settled, and there are too many things involved, so it's no longer something I can decide."
The man kneeling on the ground was broad-shouldered and slender. He frowned and spoke with a firm and resounding voice: "Aying, you just need to nod. As long as you agree not to marry him, I will take care of the rest."
Jiang Ying looked at him incredulously: "Are you crazy? That's His Highness the Third Prince! What could you possibly do?"
She turned her face away, her voice hoarse: "Don't take what I said when I was young seriously anymore. I no longer have you in my heart. Everyone looks forward. I have my family mission, and you have your bright future."
“Ah Ying…”
"Stop talking. Today is the last time we'll see each other. Even if you threaten me with your life again in the future, I will not be soft-hearted."
...
Jiang Zhuoying's face scrunched up as she listened; Jiang Ying was saying some harsh words against her will again.
If she truly no longer cared about Fu Ce, why would she risk her life to see him at this time?
If others were to discover this, how could she possibly survive?
She squeezed the folded letter in her purse, knowing she would have to deliver it to Jiang Ying later.
"Aying, you can't marry him. The Third Prince is no good man. He already has more than one mistress, and one of them is pregnant..."
Jiang Zhuoying: "?"
How could Fu Ce have known?!
In her shock, she accidentally stepped on a small pebble.
"What's that noise?" The voice belonged to Jiang Ying.
“Ah Ying, you don’t need to overthink it. Everyone around here is mine.”
Jiang Ying paused for a moment: "Is what you just said true?"
"Of course, please listen to what I have to say..."
Jiang Zhuoying heard from Fu Ce again about the absurd things the Third Prince had done, which were even more comprehensive than what she had written in her letter.
Coupled with his serious and solemn tone, he described the Third Prince as a lecherous man who only knew how to seek out women.
She squeezed her purse; it seemed there was no need to send the letter inside.
To avoid any further accidents, Jiang Zhuoying, her body hunched over, slowly left...
Not far away, Fu Ce's eyes darkened slightly as he stared intently at the hair ornament on the girl's hair, which kept swaying as Jiang Zhuoying moved further and further away.
"Fu Ce?"
The man looked away, his eyes softening. "Mm."
...
When Jiang Zhuoying returned to Ningrui Pavilion, she immediately saw the tall and straight figure standing in front of A Liu.
Why did you go downstairs?
Ah Liu was facing her, and upon seeing her, his expression changed slightly. He immediately reported, "Master, Miss Jiang has returned."
The man paused slightly upon hearing this, then turned around and saw the little girl walking towards him, her face beaming with joy as half of her face was visible through her veil.
But Jiang Zhuoying's smile quickly vanished. The man in front of her exuded an aura of icy coldness, his face stern and his eyes sharp.
She slowly turned down the corners of her mouth, walked up to the man, lowered her head, and said in a soft voice, "Second Prince, brother."
"Where did they go?" A chilling atmosphere hung in the air, as if a storm was brewing.
Jiang Zhuoying pretended to be scared, her petite body trembled, and she lowered her head weakly.
Her slender fingers tugged at the dark blue sleeve without her noticing: "I just went to the restroom."
"Why does it take so long to get something done?"
The man's voice was cold and menacing, revealing no sign that he believed her.
"Then, then it can't take this long..."
The girl's voice was soft and weak: "I just had some discomfort in my stomach, so I spent a little longer in the outhouse."
"You can wear a flower in your hair when you go to the outhouse?"
Jiang Zhuoying froze, almost too afraid to reach out and confirm the reality.
The soft, dark blue fabric brushed against my fingertips, then a shadow swept past my eyes, and the sweet scent of agarwood wafted over me.
A large palm was spread out in front of her.
A green chrysanthemum petal is in the palm of my hand...
She must have accidentally brushed against it in the garden just now.
Jiang Zhuoying: "..."
"Well... it just happened by accident on the road, why are you being so mean to me?"
She lied without batting an eye, and even pretended to be pitiful while turning the tables on the victim.
It's such a small matter, why do you have to dig so deep into her affairs?
"Shall we hurry up and go upstairs? I'm a little hungry."
Jiang Zhuoying touched her abdomen and tugged at someone's sleeve, trying to quickly change the subject.
"Chu Yixin." The man called out someone else's name, but his eyes were fixed on the girl in front of him.
His eyes were deep and somber.
"Hey." Chu Yixin quickly took two steps forward.
"Go and investigate whether there are any green chrysanthemums planted between here and the outhouse?"
Jiang Zhuoying opened her lips, looking quite incredulous: "..."
Her gaze inadvertently shifted, and she happened to see Chu Yixin's anxious lips moving in response to her.
【to be honest】
Jiang Zhuoying's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately understood that this guy already knew she hadn't gone to the outhouse, and was here to test her!
The girl kept her head down, stubbornly refusing to admit it.
Qi Fan's clear eyes gradually turned icy, and he raised his voice: "Aren't you going yet?"
"I'm sorry, Second Prince, I lied to you."
The girl's soft voice was accompanied by low sobs: "I didn't mean to."
She glanced up at the man's face and saw that although he still had a sullen expression, he did not continue to instruct Chu Yixin to investigate the green chrysanthemum.
Jiang Zhuoying breathed a slight sigh of relief, but she still needed time to craft a convincing explanation.
"Could I... perhaps speak at a seat? There are so many people here..."
The guests who came to the banquet around them couldn't help but cast curious glances at the two of them locked in a stalemate.
The girl, wearing a face mask, had slightly red ears and a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.
She's still just a young girl.
The man's gaze was icy, and Jiang Zhuoying took the initiative to tug at his sleeve, trying to lead him upstairs.
Originally, it was just a test, but although the other party had a cold face, he followed her force.
...
The two took their seats.
The young girl proactively poured a glass of light wine for him, smiling ingratiatingly: "Second Prince, please have some."
Qi Fan narrowed his eyes and did not take her wine.
Jiang Zhuoying remained silent in that position for a while, then suddenly her arm trembled, spilling some of the wine from her glass, which instantly wet the back of her hand.
"Ouch, my shoulder hurts a bit."
Her brows were furrowed, and she bit her cherry lips, causing them to turn slightly pale.
Qi Fan's brow twitched, and he reached out to take her wine glass.
However, his voice remained cold: "This is not what you should be doing."
Jiang Zhuoying nodded; she understood. This was an implication that she should confess quickly.
But she didn't know how much the person in front of her had found out, so she could only try her best to restore the original appearance.
"Well... that's what happened. After I went downstairs, I happened to run into Miss Jiang. I had the honor of seeing her a few times when I was serving by our young lady's side."
"The young lady is kind and gentle to her servants, so... I want to follow her and say a few words to her."
She paused there for the moment, then glanced at the other person's expression, intending to consider their reaction before continuing.
"Second Prince, brother?"
"Second Prince, please don't stay silent. My heart is racing, and my shoulder hurts."
The man's face darkened further, his tone icy: "Going to find her, do you intend to go with her?"
Jiang Zhuoying was slightly taken aback; this made sense!
She originally just wanted to catch up with old friends, but what could a maid like her possibly do with a young lady from a duke's mansion?
That's a bit of a stretch.
But if you want to say nice things to her and ask her to take you back to her residence, this reason is much more convincing!
The girl nodded slowly: "Yes."
"I... originally planned to do so because the young lady is approachable, kind and benevolent."
"And also, there were those outrageous things I heard about the Third Prince doing in the study... I wanted to tell her quietly..."
Jiang Zhuoying had tried her best to make her secret meeting with Jiang Ying as believable as possible.
"Is this your pledge of allegiance?"
The girl stiffened slightly, then slowly nodded; she had no choice but to admit it.
"I'm sorry, Second Prince..."
The man had already coldly looked away.
Jiang Zhuoying's heart tightened, and she wanted to explain further, but the Third Prince, who was in the main seat, stood up with his wine cup in hand and said that the banquet was about to begin.
Then came a long string of grand and persuasive words…
Jiang Zhuoying sat upright in her seat, glancing at the man beside her from time to time.
The man exuded an aloof and detached air, standing alone in his own right, seemingly naturally isolated from the bustling activity around him.
If he were truly angry and went back to kick me out of the villa, that would be terrible.
Jiang Zhuoying grew increasingly anxious, much like an ant on a hot pan.
She knew perfectly well that those secret letters were top secret, and that's how she revealed them.
For someone who had been lying low for a long time, waiting for the right moment to act, it was an unforgivable mistake, and could even be considered a betrayal.
Why didn't she think these things through before accepting this?
It would be better to insist that you went to catch up with Jiang Ying!
She was in too much of a hurry.
The maids filed in, bringing out a continuous stream of dishes...
Jiang Zhuoying glanced at the person beside her and saw that he remained unmoved.
Just then, the Third Prince specifically inquired whether the dishes suited his taste.
Jiang Zhuoying took this opportunity to serve him the dishes, including the chicken and tofu dish that was closest to him. It looked mellow and light, and quite delicious.
"Second Prince, would you like to try some?"
The girl's eyes were full of anticipation, and she was able to see the other person put the chicken tofu into their mouth.
"It's quite delicious, but I don't know why this chicken tofu has a spicy flavor?"
The person beside her spoke gently, yet Jiang Zhuoying's heart sank suddenly.
"Oh, Your Majesty, you may not know this, but today is my birthday. These dishes have all been improved by the chefs in my household. What do you think of the taste, Your Majesty?"
"Very good."
The Third Prince's smile was somewhat stiff: "If Your Majesty likes it, that's good."
Others may not know, but Jiang Zhuoying does: Qi Fan is allergic to dogwood.
She found out about it when she was a carp.
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